#Yandere villain! Shinsou
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Ingredients: Shoto Todoroki x gn!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x gn!Reader, Hitoshi Shinsou x gn!Reader
Contains: violence, mention of murder, mention of Stockholm syndrome, illegal gambling, just illegal stuff; don't take notes kiddos, yandere behavior
Type of order: macarons (headcanons), galaxy milkshake (au/ villain Au)
Hitoshi Shinsou:
He's a bounty hunter on the run, but also kinda like robin hood
He killed the rich/villains in the way and gave his money to you or donation organizations
He is always on the run, so he can’t spend his time with you
He doesn't want you to know about his doings, but he always keeps you safe from everyone that wanted to hurt you
Tbh he hid in the dark and snatched those “not so good” people away from you
He works together with the Kurogiri
His mind control was pretty helpful
Winning their trust, controlling them, and boom dead
At the end of the day, he made a lot of money and he would gladly spend it on you
With that, you could live a lavish life
He may be always on the run, but he still visits you about 5 times a week, always in another disguise
He came in for cuddles, dinner dates, or gaming nights
You knew that bringing up his work would only cause arguments, so you just rolled with it
He would kill everyone if it meant keeping you safe and sound
You are the most precious thing in his life
You are the only one who sees him vulnerable
As long as he is by your side, nothing will ever happen to you
Shoto Todoroki:
A corrupted speculator, he started in high school and gambled with the money he stole from his dad.
Online, of course.
He always wins and people were are by his skills
Never lost a bet and earned an immense sum of money
If he won his conqueror would never be seen again
He spends a lot of his money on you, to get you little gifts or flowers
You knew what he does as an earning and you understand it somehow, even though you were anxious at first
but he will protect you at all costs, even if it meant to freeze someone to death
Even though he loved his job, he loved you more, so he spend as much time with you as he could
even though he is feared by most, he is pretty clingy and sweet when he's with you
His job wasn’t always as fun as it sounds, he had to deal with death wishes and gang fights
Due to these circumstances, you had to move now and then
But you didn’t care, you would go everywhere he goes
Izuku Midoriya:
After all, might told him he can't be a hero, he wanted to full fill Akatsuki's dream and jump off the school, but he thought about it one last time
Rage filled him and as he turned around from the building he ran in one for all
OfA gave him a powerful quirk to help him to tear down the hero-society
He wants to have everything under control
He always got ruled over by everyone, and now he rules over everyone
Only kills heroes with bad intentions like endeavor and other fame-hungry heroes
Has an All might hate page, because he crushed his dreams
He helps ofa as a double agent, he feels like he needs to pay him back
Izuku is a Yandere you are his obsession and no one can have you except for him
You can't escape
He will give you everything to satisfy you
Loves you deeply and adores you to the core
If someone harms you he will go feral and extremely protective of you
He creates a sort of Mafia to get the hero-society down
Will fulfill all your needs
New car? No problem
Traveling to Hawaii? He will book the best flight
If the member of the Mafia take a wrong look at you, they are instantly dead, shot in the head in the center hallway of the Mafia
He will take revenge if someone does him wrong
You are the only person to see his caring side
He loves you and you learned to love him to (thanks stockholm syndrome)
#bnha#mha#ami writes#mha x reader#bnha x reader#izuku midoriya#yandere izuku#izuku midoriya x reader#shinsou hitoshi#hitoshi shinsou#hitoshi shinso x reader#shinsou x reader#hitoshi x reader#todoroki shoto#shoto todoroki#shoto x reader#todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#bnha villain au#mha x gn!reader
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over my shoulder || 01
18+ | h. shinso x f. reader
series masterlist
warnings: non-con, smut, pre-established trauma (r*pe), extreme anxiety/paranoia, victim blaming/shaming, abuse of prescriptions, self harm, suicidal ideation, disassociation, negativity around hospitalization, violent intrusive thoughts, kidnapping, murder, specific reader characterizations, manipulation, anorexia/bulimia allusions
** reader’s quirk is enhanced senses. upon activation, emotions and sensations are pretty much exacerbated. reader never learns how to channel or control it to its full potential, only to turn it on and off.
you would not walk out that door without a sense of pride toward your makeup application. you could decisively say the wings of your eyeliner were not up to par. if you paused now, the only thoughts your mind would be able to conjure would be ones of how one wing is pointing downward, the other seemingly kissing your brow, one bulky, and the other thin.
you’re late. so, so late. you know you won’t get in trouble, per se, but your pay would dip under what you’d estimated for the week, which was irritating in itself. you tell yourself it’s worth sparing yourself a smidge of the humiliation that accompanies leaving the walls of your apartment.
like every other day, it takes the realization that you have 10 minutes to get to your job that requires a 25 minute commute to narrow your eyes at the mirror on your desk, reflecting some unsightly black smudges framing your plain eyes. you had to admit that it was better than nothing, but nothing was just that— nothing. without the black you were disgusting, but with it… you guess that made you… palatable? nothing worth coveting, yet also not a sight which averted gazes. perfect for you.
beside you, your phone vibrates, and you feel the reverberations through the desk intensely. you jolt, silently cursing yourself and imagine a broken dam, water pouring from each crack and cranny. then, you imagine it all sealed up, halting the circulation… now, the lack thereof. that’s how you shut your quirk off; you’ve returned to your regular state of a hammering heart and sweaty palms.
your apartment complex is exactly what someone would envision upon estimating to them your pathetic salary. you worked at a bookstore, after all. it wasn’t exactly like you were some front-line worker, providing a necessary labor. you couldn’t complain. it was livable, nothing to sneeze at.
it’s cement—cold granite. the railings were once painted black and peeling, and your door had gaping orifices where its wooden fragments once laid. the apartment itself was dinky. you cleaned it consistently and decorated with a modest charm, but the odor of dampness was lingering in every corner. the complex was borderline ancient, built before the invention of the elevator, but it was at least a place you could pleasantly call home. ‘bad neighborhoods’ were hardly ever indicative of the tenants who lived inside the units.
you walk to work, having been fortunate enough to lease somewhere close enough to a place you liked working at. the other jobs were nothing short of disarray— inadequate managers hiring you on the spot during interviews out of desperation, and a disorienting lack of organization. needless to say, you were content at the bookstore.
currently, you’re conjuring scenarios that do nothing to soothe the thrumming of your heart, slamming against the cream cable sweater you’d thrown on in a haste to cover the largest of your insecurities—the vision of a car skidding off the street and plowing into your form, leaving fragments of your brain matter splattered into the pavement. next, you think of the thinnest, fresher piece of paper slicing your eye in two. now, you’re cringing. it’s replying in your mind over and over again. you swallow a wad of glue in your throat, eyes raking in your surroundings for a distraction.
a stray cat. it trills softly at you. you somehow manage a smile, and glance at your phone before deciding you could briefly pet the kitty.
its fur is a pure black, the kind that enveloped your eyes with a stark intensity when you shut the curtains, turned off the tv, and closed your bedroom door with the lights off. you’d always forget to turn on your fairy lights. it would making your eyes hum, an invisible pressure pushing downward, but it was pleasantly dissimilar this time.
its eyes are a gem-like amber, and they glisten in the waxing morning sun. you liked the shape of its pupils. almost a rhombus, softened at the edges, wide and dilated. you assumed it was happy, and that made you a little happy too.
you eventually pass a group of teenage girls, and you inadvertently shrink into yourself, chest seized with panic as they pass. you could’ve sworn they threw you a glance, eyes maliciously narrowed. your mouth goes dry when they crane their necks back and let out a shallow laugh.
you glance down at yourself once they’re out of your peripherals. your opaque tights were suddenly friction against your legs. itchy. you can’t even be upset at your fleeting elation.
with shaky fingers pinching the fabric, hoping for some surface-level relief, you realize you’ve reached the store. you pull on the dangling pieces of your backpack straps—the ones that tighten—and exhale as the padding presses to your armpits. tight and secure.
“morning, (y/n)!” you co-worker flashes you a radiant grin from behind the register, before you can will your lips to curve and feel that uncomfortable stretch in your cheeks, she’s back to bagging a customer’s purchases.
you sigh, locating one of the empty computers to punch your numbers in on.
“excuse me.” someone coughed at you. you raise your eyes ever so slightly, but zero in on the space beneath their eyes and though above the apples of your cheeks. they’re very tanned, and their skin is dry and rough.
“i need help finding a book, it’s called—“
“i’m sorry,” you interject timidly, interlocking your fingers with tight, white knuckles. it’s the only way you knew how to steady your composure. “i’m not clocked in yet, and i need to put my things away. i can grab someone to help you right now, though?”
he stares at you indignantly, with a pompous upward tilt of his chin. he’s looking down at you from his nose. your stomach does a 360 flip, and you’re bloating. absolutely sick.
“you work here, don’t you? you’re supposed to help a paying patron when they ask you for help.” he continues in disdain. you think of several quips, witty remarks that could maybe patch up your dignity that this man was so indelicately chipping away at. “i guess i can’t expect much from people like you. always so lazy. i see you all hanging around, talking. tch, whatever. thanks for nothing.”
he whips around and saunters away. you blink. the exchange hadn’t been fully registered and processed in your brain.
you know with utmost certainty that you’d soon be rendered to a hunched over, teary heap in the break room. and although the cancellation of your quirk hindered all emotions for an unspecified length of time, you could feel the onslaught of twinges racking your heart. and then, you find yourself trudging to break room in lethargy. you had nightmares again last night, having been jolted awake by your own tremors and cold beaded sweat dotting every conceivable part of your body. you’d had to shower. showering wasn’t fun for you.
you tried to relish in the knowledge that your lunch break was within the next two hours! whoopie! you wouldn’t let yourself eat, though. hoisting your achy feet onto those rigid metal chairs would be revitalizing enough.
when you find yourself on the sales floor again, you start for the customer service desk. as you had observed that there’s someone patiently waiting there, their fingers idly drumming on the worn wood. you half smile. maybe they wouldn’t give you an earful of all of their inconveniences that didn’t pertain to you. that’d be nice.
“hi! sorry to keep you waiting.” you flash your well practiced ‘how can i help you today, valued customer?’ smile.
it’s another man, and you instinctively lower your gaze to that spot on his face that quells the exacerbating effects of your quirk. if you’d been taking in the whole of his countenance, perhaps you would have noted the abrupt shift in his eyes, insisted that a manager was calling you on your earpiece. you’d seen that look a lot. and when you did catch sight of it, it reminded you of high school, and that alone was enough to make you bail out— potentially, clock out early.
“hi, i was just looking for books on renting trucks? i’m looking to make a business out if it.” he smiles crookedly.
you pause, lips pressed in a tight, thin line. renting trucks? how the fuck were you supposed to search for a book like that?
“i’ll try, but no promises.” you swallowed, fingers licking the key caps hastily. you wanted to close this exchange as quickly as you could. then you could busy yourself with a task that didn’t require your deteriorating social skills.
“it’s weird, i know.” he chuckled. it felt pernicious in nature to you, and you certainly didn’t appreciate his attempt to revive the conversation. your palms were growing balmier by the second.
“nah, not weird. i’m just not sure how to search for it on here.” you half-lied, furrowing your brows at the search results. there were a myriad of titles relating to trucks, but you couldn’t conceive why someone would write a how-to on renting them to people, let alone why this man would want to reference one, instead of an article online. needless to say, you were having trouble schooling your expression. if that face you spent hours on contorting to perfection in the mirror were to falter, everything would be shot straight to hell. you couldn’t handle a nasty disagreement breaking out at the unbridled twitch of your eye.
“ah, i get’cha. let me see.” and without leaving any room for dissent, or breathing, he’s leant over the counter. very much invading your personal space, and very much violating company policy.
your mouth quivers at the corners, attempting to form phantoms of phrases you should’ve had the spine to utter. the poignance of his cologne has long invaded your nose, a more mature scent, one reserved for a man of his age. perhaps three times that of yours. get away get away get away.
he straightens, offering you a complacent yellowed grin. “i don’t really get that program you use, but i’m guessing you don’t got what i’m looking for?”
“correct, sorry about that.” you tell him stiffly. you swear his breath was sticky, humid, and clinging to the skin of your neck. you suppress a shiver.
“no problem, darlin’. i was just lookin’ for a side hustle, ‘cause i work in law enforcement and i wanted to hop onto that business owner bandwagon.” he’s not rambling, he’s not making small talk—he wants your attention. he wants you to engage, and he wants you to be interested. this is all sickeningly apparent to you as you fumble to select your next words. you know you’d have to humor him only slightly; blatant indifference could be interpreted as aggression and get you a strike. you didn’t need any more of those.
“oh, that’s pretty cool. my dad works in law enforcement.” you reply softly, praying that your inauthentic interest would be apparent to him. though, men are either willingly or inherently stupid, you learned. the gentleman before you was no exception.
“aw, yeah? what city?”
fuck fuck fuck fuck!
you’re left scrambling, mouth gaping, dry and full of sand. you feel every artery in your body painfully pulsate and flush against your skin, pleading to be torn free and relieved, and remind you that you’re alive and you feel like you’re gonna die. you don’t even know if you have the capacity to deactivate your quirk right now—you felt like you deserved this; you practically instigated the conversation—stupid!
it doesn’t occur to you to lie—yet another vulgar display of your absentmindedness. you tell him the truth, and to add further insult to injury, you’re unable to distract yourself from his slippery gaze. they held little regard, and revealed each deplorable thought with the blink of his eye. it was dehumanizing. the way his cheeks were carved into this smile that failed to accentuate his duchenne markers. your next move is a grave error, one that, if your head was in its right place, you wouldn’t have contemplated. looking into his eyes—the skin is flat, his eyes are visible, unobstructed and—you know that much. he’s not really smiling.
“i’m sorry, i can’t stop looking at you. you’re so beautiful.”
twitching uselessly at your sides, your hands come to fist your sweater, now damp from the slickness encasing your hands. the wool catches your sweat and sucks it in. much like the breaths slipping in and out of your aching lungs. the balmy air clings to the walls, perhaps as terrified as you were, before being ripped from their sanctuary and nakedly thrust into the open.
“thank you.” you gushed? you attempted to. the keyboard before you was littered with varying puddles of sweat. you didn’t appreciate the dampened wool prickling your torso. it felt like tv static, the feeling when you’d hover your fingertips in front of, and this inconceivable force would kiss and lick your skin. you’re privy to each and every sensation that your being can house, the overload was almost too much, you’d had to search deeply within yourself and pull out what you could.
“here, take down my number.” he’s offering, that smile never leaves his lips nor meets his eyes, but you could center yourself again. it’s okay. he’s sweating exorbitantly, unabashedly clinging to his armpits. you would laugh in a normal circumstance.
stiffly, you reach for a sticky note and a pen. you’re pushing both toward him with your index finger, deliberately dodging the potential of contact—he’s grasping your hand tightly. you gasp and there’s bile searing your esophagus.
“it’s nice to meet you…” he references your name tag with a brisk glance as though his eyes hadn’t been raking in your entire figure for the duration of your exchange. “(y/n). your name is also beautiful.”
you’re only able to smile and nod.
“it’ll break my heart if you don’t text me, you know?” he chuckles lightly, but his tone is anything but. he anticipates your compliance, he thinks he’s subdued you into contacting him, or perhaps he’s genuinely convinced that he somehow charmed you into pursuing a relationship with him. he’s wrong.
as soon as his dubious eyes leave your vicinity, you take the sticky note into your hand, and with what remains of your strength, squeeze it. the edges are sharpened at the pressure, like thorny rose stems. they press into the joints of your fingers, but you don’t mind. by the time it’s released from your grasp, it’s like paper-mache.
lunch had trudged into your hour slot like an unyielding horse, unwittingly dragged along. your elation is muted, but palpable. it’s not like you were going to use it for its established purpose, anyway. you’d nap in the break room, preparing to flip-flop from position to position in those awful metal chairs, terrified that you’d reclined too deeply and slump onto the floor.
you can never sleep though. not really. it’s this hellish limbo. a plane where it could be argued that you were conscious, or that you were asleep. the sibling of sleep paralysis.
without a single breath between the back of your eyelids and the sudden shrill blaring, your nerves are electrified. and your body, with some newfound cognizance, snaps you upright. eyes blearily darting to and fro for danger, or the subject of your overstimulation, you find nothing but the alarm on your phone. the force of its vibrations have it circling with intense shutters. you hit stop.
your phone jerks to life again, screen flashing your generic wallpaper at you. there’s a notification lingering below the time display, a segment from some big shot newspaper. beneath the headline is some excruciatingly pretentious action shot of a hero; one with indigo tresses that were suspended in the hair, and bandages like tentacles unfurling from around his neck. the headline reads:
Villainous Quirk Saves the Day! 20 Lives Saved With a Single Word.
you can’t say your interest was piqued.
another day, another victim.
you hate leaving from the back exit. while it was designated for employees, some exclusive perk you should be immeasurably grateful for, it wasn’t afforded the same glare from the floodlights the adjacent parking lot was. comparatively, it was doused with light.
you’re one of the last to leave, the manager on duty singled you out and made you count the money in the registers. you’re horrible at keeping track at the tens and twenties, and not to mention your unwavering uneasiness. you hadn’t recovered from that unseemly encounter.
you’ve snugly positioned the various keys slid onto the ring between your fingers. they’re like claws—extracted kitty claws—and you’re prepared to drive it into some sicko’s chest at a moment’s notice.
ensuring the receiving room door had softly clicked shut behind you, you started off into the direction your quaint apartment complex resided. it takes less than a second for the hair on your arms and neck to flare up, and it’s even sooner your skin is forcibly aware of the sinister warmth of a hand—irrefutably larger than your own—locked onto your shoulder.
your instinct is to look over your shoulder. you suppress it, and instead tighten the grip on your the makeshift weapon, jutting out with an unparalleled menace.
you whirl around and swing, right for his sternum. you make contact, but its not hard enough. you’re not sure if it was the velocity that fell short, or if it was the puny strength that accompanied the strike that sealed your blunder. either way, he’s far from incapacitated. in fact, he’s enraged. you can feel the corona of his fury, it’s radiant and extending.
“i know that you had a long day, babe, but you couldn’t sneak a text in at all?”
his own clip is hard enough. it’s aimed straight at your gut, and it makes contact with more than the surface of your stomach. you think your intestines may have just been introduced to your kidneys. you splutter around that familiar acid.
you’re unable to cradle your belly as you’re plunged into another agonizing sensation. the uneven bricks—some ugly, stupid stylistic design—are cutting into the skin on your back.
“we can make this easy, or hard. i’m good either way, so the choice is yours, sweetheart.” this smile, wicked and conscienceless, begins in his eyes instead. they were more terrifying than the split of his lips. his hands, callous and aged, descend down your sides, pushing your panties and waistband of your jeans aside so he can clutch your bare hips. this terror, this terror you know all to well, the one that seized you when you awake from the most heinous dream, the same one almost every night when you’re transported back to high school, back to the shaming and the touching and the crying and—
this.
“please don’t do this.” you mutter, now your tongue is immobile. limp and numb in your mouth. some thick, wet deadweight that pulls you down to the soles of your feet. you wish your punch had been that heavy.
“man, i thought you’d be wrigglin’ by now. looks like you want it just as bad. i didn’t take you for a needy slut, (y/n).”
you flinch, flitting images and snippets of sound rush before you and climb into your muscles; ensuring your helplessness. you were very well-acquainted with that term.
you think it might hurt less, this time, if you pretend you’re not there. shallow-gazed, the darkness of the night blanketing the sky and presenting a comfortingly warm veil over your eyes. chin craning up, pointing to the north star.
he makes quick work of your jeans, they’re crunching around your ankles, as denim and fluid motion do not coincide. you fucking hate it. it’s almost as scratchy as the voices screaming at you from within the steel walls of your head, flailing and slamming on all sides, begging you to cry for help, begging you to turn your quirk back on, so maybe you’ll feel something, some terror, and leap into action. it’s growing weaker by the second, and you’re clamping your thighs shut as he growls a curse at you.
“what do we have here?” a voice from the dark muses. you might even say it held a semblance of amusement. ah, yet another sick fuck to partake in your humiliation.
“fuck off man, we’re just having some fun. we ain’t hurting anybody, isn’t that right, baby?”
the silence spoke for itself, you guess.
the anonymous gentleman, evading your line of sight, effortlessly conquers your assailant. you expect some cringey catchphrase, a declaration of victory or defeat, maybe some name calling, but you can’t hear anything but the boiling hot blood circling your ears.
you don’t need to see him to know from the shuddering groans and shallow gasps of air and pleading and promises of atonement (never directed at you) that tear from his mouth, that your savior was well-versed in combat. you don’t even try to conceal your chuckle, one that ascends your throat wryly and produces some stinging pain. a hero.
“walk down to the police station, and confess.” these words were unlike the ones he posed in his prior inquiry. the contrast, though, couldn’t be placed. the man who nearly became the brand new subject of your nightmares, heeds. face blank, eyes stoney and vacant. there’s no resistance, no more pleading or crying. it reminded you of the instantaneous numbness that sweetly enveloped you when you patched up that dam in your mind. then he’s languidly walking in opposite direction. it’s unsurprising that he knows the route.
now, you’re the object of the hero’s attention. and to your dismay, you quickly discern that he’s the hero with the villainous quirk. the very same that backhandedly glorified him in the article.
“that’s rude.” you mumble.
his staring persists, a muted violet with hollow pupils. you’d always heard that the eyes were the gateway to the soul, but upon your unwitting contact, you were compelled to judge that he was soulless.
the observation was brief enough to settle that the movement couldn’t have been misconstrued for eye contact.
“w-what?” you blurt, eyes cast at the asphalt in shame. you often took solace in the fleetingness of passerby gazes—even that of people your age. regrettably, you could feel the judgement, the assessment, and the heat of his prodding eyes.
“nothing. i was just thinking about how you never screamed once. i never heard you ask for help.” he reveals with an unabashed curiosity seeping into his tone. yet, the sentiment was lost on his eyes.
yeah, well, years of guilt and torment will do that to ya.
“i… didn’t think anyone would come to help.” you admitted quietly, your hand is wrapped around your forearm so tightly, you were beginning to lose feeling. at some point, your quirk had activated inadvertently. the static-y tingles envelope the skin.
“really. how come?”
the shift in his tone was… nothing of note. so slight, so easy to miss, but perceivable, nonetheless, if you willed yourself to observe it. the effort was not something that came naturally to you. most people were none the wiser, and you were no exception. as far as your ears had gathered, he was speaking plainly.
“i don’t expect anyone to act selflessly. not even heroes. no one’s ever helped me when things like… this happen.” things you’d never bothered sharing with anyone were unfiltered as they left your tongue, and you’re flummoxed. where went your restraint and trepidation?
your eyes are still cemented to the floor. and the hero, though intrigued, was growing tired of your hesitance.
“you could look me in the eyes when you thank me, at least.”
your breath escapes you at his unexpected audacious tone. but you know you’re in no position to chastise someone, as unsolicited as it was, who did in fact come to your rescue.
the air staggers in your trachea, slinking upside and downside the membrane as your eyes reorient themselves. they’d been fixed on the asphalt. your mary janes. and the intentional design of the boots strapped to his feet. the light above your ankles was disconcerting—having attrited the cordiality you found in what wasn’t another person.
unwittingly, bound to fulfill what was the edict of gratitude and respect in society, you lift your head, your sight following closely behind.
upon contact, your own vision sways, and you don’t know if the fault lay in the fatigue militating your uprightness, or the interference of cohesion in your head.
all at once, his voice becomes softer, and his face contorts from that laidback, complacent grin and relaxes entirely. almost tranquil. you’re not sure about his eyes though. for all your lack of skill in all areas concerning social reciprocity, you were excellent at avoidance. you could spent a very comfortably and fulfilled lifetime without staring anyone in the eye.
you weren’t sure if you could hold it together if you saw pity swirling around those murky irises.
“that was a joke. a bad one.” he says, it’s an apology without the proper structure. you’d take it. you didn’t know him, and you were set on having it remain that way. you’re hoping you become another faceless civilian in the cloud of enthusiastic praises, extensions of gratitude, love admissions, and just unremarkable people. you hope you’re another random headstone in a cemetery that people pass and never consider the bones beneath the soil, what they were composed of. you want to stop this charade of the assessment of your well-being, one supposedly conducted out of compassion, and go home and scrub your skin raw.
“you can skip the pleasantries. i don’t need any services. i’m going home. thanks for your help.” you say quickly, and when you leant over to scoop the contents of your purse into your hands, you found that the hero had beaten you to the punch.
“i’m shinso hitoshi.” he says as amicably as he can muster. the artificiality isn’t difficult to see through. he offers you your purse, palm outstretched where the strap laid loosely. you watch the mole under his eye as you regard him.
the data is before your eyes, yet you couldn’t construe it one way or another.
the metal toes of his boots point at you, and his eyes flit across the features of your face, mapping the expanse— it’s absolutely unnerving.
you couldn’t read his body language, gauge his facial expression, or even bear to allow the intermingling of your gazes.
“it’s nice to meet you, i’m (y/n).” you weren’t going to disclose any obvious identifiers, leaving you susceptible to a breach of privacy. your last name wasn’t necessary in this introduction— one you prayed would soon reach its conclusion.
he breathes a chuckle; your disinterest is painstakingly apparent, comically so.
“well… (y/n), i really insist; let me take you home. walk you. what just happened was… a lot. i’d bet you’d feel safer if—“
“you’d lose.” you snipped quickly. “i’ll go now. thank you again, sir.”
you now your head, intentionally at a higher decline, avoiding that pain in your lower neck that’s reserved for only the utmost respect. you spin on your heel, and you’re blinking back the fiery pain in your eyes.
you swore to whatever god that refused to heed any of your pleas that your back was scorched from a pair of eyes. but when you looked over your shoulder, the only sight that greeted you was that of flickering floodlights.
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Feeling in a bnha mood, a specific bnha mood. can anyone recommend some good villain bnha au fics? Or reverse harem fics? Or good multi character fics? I got hooked on @kikyoupdates and binged most of there stuff so now I’m in a mood.
#please help#bnha toga#bnha denki#bnha imagines#bnha kirishima#bnha katsuki#bnha aizawa#bnha mafia au#bnha bakugou#bnha shinsou#bnha hybrid#bnha x reader#yandere bnha#yandere bnha x reader#bnha villains#bnha villain au#bnha smut#shinsou mha
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#AO3 Feed Link#☠️#AO3 Izuku#♦#Izuku Midoriya#Hitoshi Shinsou#Erasermic·#R:M#W:V#A:RavenInThe#Villain AU#Quirkless AU#Dadzawa#Dad Mic#Art AU#Yandere
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࿐ take this 🍧 to keep you occupied while you browse ࿐
┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ Hoshina’s version ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Mating runs are boring and common where you come from. You’ve taken part in more than you can count, yet no one has been able to catch you and the thrill’s worn off. You’re on the verge of giving up completely when someone new joins your pack. It startles you when you realize that you’re about to be in for the mating run of your life.
┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ Bakugou’s version ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ You’ve danced around each other since you were kids. It didn’t start that way, no, it only developed into something more once you turned into teenagers. Once you’ve both reached 21, it’s no secret who you’re deliriously hoping will pin you down during your first, and only, mating run.
⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ knotting, breeding, scent kink, biting/marking, fighting as foreplay, a/b/o dynamics.
┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ Shinsou’s version ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Hitoshi is the only other vampire that works at the bar with you. In fact, you’re two of the only vamps in town. It’s kind of isolating, but you have each other to lean on. You’ve resisted sleeping with him for fear of losing you’re only vampire companion, but when the shitty drunk regular takes it too far you and Hitoshi decide to…. “take care of him”. And each other.
┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ Inumaki’s version ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Being the only vampires in your specific group of assassins, you and Toge get contracted out and sent into a vampires only club to pose as a couple and hunt down your next non paying target. Someone must slip something into Toge’s drink to distract him, because the next you know you’re being dragged into a “private room” and riding Toge until your thighs burn.
⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ biting, blood play, exhibitionism, sadism/masochism ish?, mild body horror, etc. full versions have all the warnings!
┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ Touya’s version ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Touya’s a regular at the coffee shop you work in. It’s in a seedier part of town and nobody bats an eye at the villain who stops in every night before close. He never speaks to you after he orders, winking and smiling eerily until the hair on the back of your neck stands up. But he’s the least of your worries. There’s someone wearing a ghost face mask who’s been stalking you after every shift. It’s been going a lot longer than you care to admit. Maybe it’s because, in a twisted way, you kind of like it?
┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ Megumi’s version ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Megumi’s your boyfriend, but he’s a bit too obsessed with you. He starts pretending to stalk you at night while wearing a demon mask to drive you even further into his arms and see him as your protector. It backfires when Megumi doesn’t realize that you found out it was him almost immediately. Nevertheless, you’re going along with it because you’re just as obsessed and delusional about him.
⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ hints of hunter/prey, stalking, mask kink, breath play, knife play, a mixture of degradation and praise, yandere vibes.
┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ Kirishima’s version ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Boys fucking suck. Especially when it comes to sex. When you come across a forum of other women who have dealt with this problem, the word incubus catches your eye. After spiraling down a rabbit hole of what and how to obtain your own incubus, you think you’re getting a demon who’s dark and mysterious who can satisfy you. You end up with a demon that has the sun shining out of his ass. Although, he still ends up being way more than satisfying.
┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ Kenma’s version ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Kenma, according to you, is the laziest and worst incubus you’ve ever worked with. As a succubus, you work twice as hard as he does and still he ends up wreaking more havoc and causing such an insane amount of psychological damage that it causes your blood to boil. When you confront him about it, Kenma’s apathetic as usual. Then he shows you why he wears the crown. What a fool you were.
⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ light bondage, choking, size kink, biting/marking, praise kink, rough sex, anal sex.
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Whether you’re into monster fucking or something creepier, I’ll be feeding you little bats well this year. I do hope you’ll take a look around and find something that interests you.
I can’t promise these will all be super long since I’ve decided to torture myself and use two characters for each prompt, but I can promise they will be written to the best of my ability!
For the record, I will be writing these as 𓐩 ⋆ FEM READER ⋆ 𓐩. I hope this doesn’t disappoint anyone, but this is what I’m comfortable with and I’m not changing my mind.
That being said, cross my heart and hope to die I’ll put my blood, sweat, and tears into these! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚
master list link
#bakugou x reader#hoshina x reader#todoroki touya x reader#shinsou x reader#inumaki x reader#kirishima x reader#kinktober 2024#fushiguro megumi x reader#kenma x reader#bakugou smut#inumaki smut#hoshina smut#shinsou smut#todoroki smut#dabi smut#kirishima smut#fushiguro megumi smut
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Okay but the idea of a villain and vigilante who are married and don't know about each other's secret life is hilarious because they are both their soulmate and their worst enemy. I wonder what deku would do if he doesn't reveal his identity just yet, and sends her home. Like he can't fight her now but she's literally trying everyday to get him arrested. Or would he be more in love with her because now he thinks back to all the fights he had and is just like wow, my wife is so hot. And now he knows how close shinsou is with his wife too
Vigilante Reader (2) | Yandere DekuWife Reader
He’s just so much more in love than before
Just how perfect is it that the love of his life is able to contest with him while being a vigilante
At home he’s just so much more in love
Kissing you passionately when he returns
“B-babe what’s this about?”
“No reason love! Just super excited to be married to my soulmate.”
Suddenly villain Deku is just so much more antagonistic with vigilante you
Making passes at you while fighting or evading you
And suddenly he’s a lot more determined to kill Shinsou
Though he worries if you should ever find out if you’d blame him
So he works to possibly find whatever dirt he can on the nosy detective
He’s broken so many rules, upset so many minor villains
It comes with the territory that one bad day could mean that overly-friendly partner’s of yours death
He fawns over your vigilante persona constantly
Suddenly noticing the parts of you that shows up through the leather jumpsuit
Ahh~he just can’t get enough of the leather on your curves
He’s so much more likely to slip up now
He just keeps falling inlove with you over and over again
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yanderes#yandere deku#yandere deku x reader#yandere dekuwife reader#yandere izuku x reader#yandere izuku midoriya#yandere izuku#yandere midoriya#yandere x wife reader#yandere dekuwife au#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere bnha x reader#yandere bnha#yandere mha#yandere my hero academia
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BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST
Dabi
SWEET: Yan! Dabi x Fem! Darling
Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)
Soft (NSFW)
Head (NSFW)
Wall (NSFW)
Break (SFW but Dark Themes)
Crying Won’t Help (NSFW) ABO
Dirty thoughts
Do you masturbate? (Request!)
Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)
Brat Tamer (NSFW)
Cold (Yandere Dabi x Darling)
Shigaraki Tomura
HAPPY HALLOWEEN (NSFW/NONCON)
MIND BREAK: (Dark NSFW)
Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)
Part 1: Time as a Darling (NSFW)
Part 2: Time as a Darling (NSFW)
Foot Fetish
Dirty thoughts
Do you masturbate? (Request!)
Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)
Game Time (R) (Piss Kink) (NSFW)
Gross (Noncon) (NSFW)
Tenko Shimura HC (NSFW)
Dog (SFW • Drabble)
Manners (Tomura x Fem! Reader x Spinner NSFW)
Spinner
Do you masturbate? (Request!)
Soft s/o x Spinner (Request!)
Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)
Cuddle Me (R!) (NSFW)
Heat Haze (R!) (NSFW)
Manners (NSFW)
Mr. Compress
Gentleman (NSFW)
Overhaul: (I will not accept requests for him!)
Better dead than alive (Dead Dove)
Fatgum
Feel Better (NSFW)
Headcanons
EraserHead (Aizawa)
Cock Warming (NSFW) (Request!)
Aizawa x villain (humor/crack)
Before Bed (NSFW/Request)
Mirio Togata
Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)
Moderation (NSFW) (x Fem! Reader)
Happy Birthday (NSFW)
Shinsou Hitoshi
Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)
Katsuki Bakugo
• Growing Pain (SFW/Hurt/Comfort)
Keigo Takami (Hawks)
For Your Safety (Yan! Noncon!)
Post dividers/@cafekitsune
#BNHA#bnha masterlist#mha#mha masterlist#dabi#shigaraki tomura#spinner#Aizawa shota#Mirio Togata#Fatgum
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Masterlist for My Hero Academia
Master's Masterlist
General/Multiple Characters:
Selfish Moments (Dabi & Shigaraki) (sfw)
Yandere!MHA ~ Fake affection to escape (Shouto, Izuku, Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, & Monoma) (sfw)
MHA boys introducing u to their family (Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Dabi, & Hawks) (sfw)
Yandere!Step-dad!Aizawa & Yandere!Step-brother!Shinsou x reader ~ Learning Opportunity (nsfw)
Yandere!Hawks & Yandere!Dabi ~ Would you care to share? (barely nsfw)
Yandere!Hawks & Yandere!Dabi ~ Darling Escapes (nsfw)
Dabi x Reader x Shigaraki ~ Tear you Apart (nsfw)
Shigaraki:
Shigaraki x reader ~ I'm leaving (sfw)
Shigaraki x Reviving Quirk!Reader ~ Destrudo (nsfw)
Yandere!Shigaraki ~ Drug Dealer (nsfw)
Yandere!Shigaraki ~ online darling (sfw)
Shigaraki x Aizawa's daughter ~ Nullified Quirk (nsfw)
Yandere!Shigaraki ~ Biggest Fantasy (nsfw)
Yandere!Shigaraki ~ HC (sfw)
Shigaraki as a teenager ~ HC (sfw) (poor baby 💔)
Soulmate!Shigaraki ~ HC (sfw)
Shigaraki appriciation post (hes such a cutie) (sfw)
Shigaraki x cow hero!reader ~ Dark side of the Milky Way (nsfw)
Dabi:
Dating Dabi HC (sfw)
Yandere!Dabi x Quirkless Reader HC (sfw)
Yandere!Dabi ~ HC (contains some nsfw)
Yandere!Dabi ~ wants a family w/ you (nsfw)
Bully!Dabi x Reader ~ Bully (nsfw) 🪦 R.I.P used to be one of my fav
⇡pt. 2. Bully!Dabi (nsfw) 🪦
Toxic!Dabi ~ HC (nsfw)
Hawks:
Feral!Hawks ~ In a rut (nsfw)
Yandere!Cannibal!Hawks x neighbour!reader ~ Circle Haunts (nsfw)
Yandere!Hawks x Reader ~ Can't Leave me (sfw)
Yandere!Hawks x reader ~ Ruts (nsfw)
Yandere!Hawks ~ Crawling back to you (sfw) (Scroll down to find his character)
Yandere!Hawks ~ Angel on my should and the devil in my heart (Nsfw-ish)
Yandere!Hawks x winged reader ~ Moments of Discovery (sfw)
Yandere!Hawks ~ Purge AU, The Prey of a Hawk P.1 (sfw)
Yandere!Hawks ~ HC (sfw)
Yandere!Hawks ~ S/O attempted to sucide (sfw)
Yandere!Hawks ~ Become stricter to s/o after the war (contained tiny nsfw)
Aizawa:
Aizawa x reader ~ Helping Hand (nsfw)
Yandere!Aizawa x nanny!reader (nsfw)
Yandere!Aizawa x villain!reader (nsfw)
Shinsou:
Yandere!Shinsou HC (sfw)
Yandere!Shinsou x Bratty Reader ~ apartment (sfw)
Yandere!Shinsou x Bratty Reader ~ Teach you how to be a good girl (nsfw, does spanking count??)
Monoma:
Monoma having a hate-crush on you, Class A student (sfw)
Magic kisses (sfw)
Tamaki:
Yandere!Tamaki ~ HC (nsfw)
Yandere!Tamaki ~ My boy's an ugly crier but he's such a pretty liar (sfw)
Yandere!Tamaki ~ Don't Leave (sfw)
Yandere!Tamaki ~ Found you again (sfw)
The call before bed (nsfw)
Mirio:
Yandere!Mirio ~ Just one Date (nsfw)
Shoto:
Yandere!Todoroki ~ Baby oh Baby (nsfw)
#mha headcanons#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha fanfiction#yandere mha#yandere bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#yandere
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YANDERE HITOSHI SHINSOU HEADCANNONS
Lol, this purple haired insomniac was MADE to be a yandere. As it is he never used to get proper sleep and when he met YOU, that's when his sleep schedule literally went right out of the window and down a drain, no joke. In fact, the reason he keeps having those dark circles beneath his eyes is because he always loses sleep thinking and fretting about you every second of the day. Are you safe? Are you all right? Have you eaten properly? He doesn't want you to neglect your health
He's always deeply worried and concerned for you but negative thoughts always cloud his mind and make him lose his sanity. You were a beautiful sweet innocent little angel. Why the HECK would someone so cute and sweet like you fall in love with someone who has such a villainous quirk? You could never love him the way he's OBSESSED and INFATUATED with you since he's a creepy weirdo (Is it bad I laughed while writing this?)
One day you made the mistake of praising him for using his quirk on Mineta after he tried touching you inappropriately. You clung to him like your life depended on it and YOU of all people actually PRAISED him for his quirk and you even called him your 'hero'. By now he was on cloud INFINITY and you just added more fuel to his crazy little fantasies he has of the 2 of you in his head along with his delusional psychotic thoughts about you 2
One hand, Shinsou just WANTS to use his quirk on you desperately to find out whether you actually like him or not, but part of him tells him not to or else you're gonna hate him till time exists. Surely you'd reject him if he ever asks you out and he's no professor in the romance department nor is he a flirty Romeo. Eventually, he'll turn to Aizawa for help but it's gonna turn out to be useless as hell since even HE'S clueless ASF. Lol, poor souls) but most of all, he's afraid of what sort of monster he might become and what he'll do to YOU if you don't reciprocate his feelings back
If you accept them, well and good. You might have a stable and strong relationship and you have similar interests. But he will kidnap you eventually but ONLY if he ever gets insecure and scared that you're gonna leave him (Someone pls give this boi a hug!) And if you don't accept his feelings, you're STILL gonna get kidnapped in either case, you're gonna be toast....
He just wants to use his quirk on you SO BAD to make things much simpler and easier for both of you but he knows that if he does so, he's gonna be no more than some sort of sick psychopathic villain, like everyone always tells him. You told him he was a HERO, YOUR HERO and heroes wouldn't do something like that AT ALL. He's deeply conflicted now and he doesn't want to betray your trust
He might stalk you whenever you go somewhere (Secretly, of course) just to make sure that you're gonna be safe. As each day passes, your presence to him is like oxygen. So, he'll resort to breaking into your room at night and try stealing some of your possessions that you won't bother about because of his overwhelming desire for you
Like stated before, if Shinsou ever kidnaps you, it'll be a frantic act of him being an insecure scardey pants. He'll be apologizing so many times and asks you so nicely as to not hate him
He'll give you your space. He knows how conflicting this whole kidnapping drama fest is for you and he'll let you cry, scream and sob all your anger and feelings out. He'll try reasoning with you in a sick and twisted way trying to convince you that it's for your own good and ensures he'll NEVER hurt you at all. He will NEVER use his quirk on you to make you do things you aren't comfortable with so you're safe with him
He'll try his best to make you comfortable (As comfortable one can be while they're chained to a headboard of a bed) and he'll give you whatever you want. He'll let you roam around the house after the first week or so since he doesn't like seeing you tied up (As much as he secretly enjoys it). If you're being stubborn with him by refusing to talk to him or even acknowledge his presence, well... if you're testing his water levels of patience, you better know how to SWIM in them. He isn't really THAT patient and hence, he'll isolate you by just giving you basic necessities like food and water and warm clothes and leaving abruptly after that
If you're STILL stubborn with him, THEN he'll use his quirk on you but just for simple stuff like hugging him and burying your head in his chest while he holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world. This was ALL he ever wanted from you, was that TOO MUCH to ask? When you realize he used his quirk on you, you'll be terrified of him for sure, and you'll hate him and it'll be a very long time for you to love him back but if you go back to square one and ignore him like you did before, he won't hesitate to use his quirk on you for more... dark and dire things
''Need I remind you what happened the LAST time you ignored me Kitty cat"
Just play your cards right and in time, you'll see his really soft side for you. He cares about you ALOT, he really does. But if you push him over the edge, he'll make you do all sorts of unsatisfactory things that you won't have a fun time doing. When it comes to rivals and enemies, he'll just use his quirk on them and make it look like some sort of suicide or accident
Loves to spoil you every now and then and he might even get you a pet cat so you both can take care of him
If Shinsou can't convince you to love him, he'll just have to FORCE you to......
#yandere bnha#yandere bnha x reader#yandere bnha scenarios#yandere bnha oneshots#yandere hitoshi shinsou#yandere hitoshi shinsou scenarios#yandere hitoshi shinsou imagines#yandere hitoshi shinsou headcanons#yandere hitoshi shinsou x reader#yandere hitoshi shinsou x reader imagines
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Da rules
I go by Monst and I guess I’m writing again: I do read faster than I write so enjoy all the reblogs lol
I like the color orange it's not relevant, just thought I'd put it out there
Uh the bnha master list is definitely not up to date and needs a revamp (I will probably get to that eventually, someday...soon...) Speaking of it Here's the DC one
Here's the BHNA one.
Here's the Kinktober2024 one
Anyways if you're interested below is basically the what's what. Stick around if you want.
Okay cool! Let’s get to it:
All characters for nsfw stuff are aged up 18+ (If you’re one of those (Can't separate reality from fiction/fantasy) then the unfollow/block buttons haven’t moved from their location and you are free to use them at your discretion )
If you're a minor while I can't stop you from reading I will block you if I catch you interacting with any of my 18+ content posts. As a matter of fact for my peace of mind and your safety I would prefer you didn't reblog/comment on my sfw stuff too, they're are dangerous people on the internet so please understand and don't take it personally-Thanks💕
Moving on-
I’m cool with:
Requests- Hcs, Scenarios, thirst posts, Ya sending ideas and recommendations👀
For requests I might not get to all of them in a timely manner and I might not do some I’m not feeling. I write for F. Reader, GN. reader and M. Reader. Ships are cool too so you can request Character x character or poly reader- character x character x reader.-Genre: all of them tbh
I’m okay with dark content- (Dubcon, noncon, yandere, somno, etc.) and everything should be labeled appropriately. You can always ask that I tag something if it is missing. I do like a challenge/learning so even if I'm not personally into something I'll definitely give it a whirl (Kinks and or tropes)
Sfw- Fluff, angst basically anything that tickles my fancy and isn't risque or full on smut.
* In regards to requests the things I do fuck w might be prioritized 👉👈
I’m not cool with:
Scat
Underage/PDF
I'm generally cool w being uncomfortable, especially in regards to what I read or write whether it be by being grossed out or scared. I've always been ridiculously curious mostly to my determent but fiction is a safe way to explore shit so I'll give most things a fair shake in other words the sky's the limit but use your discernment⁉️
Extra:
Random shit- You telling me about your day, thoughts, opinions on whatever ig. ask for advice (trust me bro I got you✌️) or info dump👀 I love to chat.
Music! Tell me what your listening too! (Yes I'm one of those 'I listen to everything' I need new stuff to listen to)
Also! I miss the whole deviant art/Quizzilla shit so I might do a whole seven minutes in heaven thing lmao (This doesn’t belong here but scream at me about it cause I need it to happen for nostalgia’s sake)
Also, I'm kinda using this space as a chill/fun mostly nsfw diary? lmao so it's just mostly gonna be vibes :p That being said keep your fandom discourse and weirdo hate bs to yourself cause I will clown/ignore you if you come at me w some sideways ass energy. I'm just as nice as I am mean so don't try me ☯️❤️
So here’s the fandoms&Characters if you wanna request:
Mha-
Shocker, but I do have some old asks that are too good to just let’em go ya know?
Shinsou (I started this blog cause of him so.. yeah)
Villain/Yandere Deku sorry
Bakugou
Endeavour
Dabi
Hawks
Tokoyami
Shoto
Dc-
Please, please, please send me shit about Tim Drake. (Need him biblically) Literally hopped back on for him.
Jason Todd
Dick Grayson
Bruce Wayne
Selina Kyle
Poison Ivy
Joker (Nothing good is coming out of anyone requesting this I just know it)
Constantine
Diana (Wonder woman my beloved)
Amanda Waller
Cheetah
Slade Wilson…
JJK-
Nanamin
Gojo (He's like crack to me istg)
Inumaki
Invincible-
Mark Grayson
…Nolan...
Debbie
Alan!
Naruto-
Kakashi ‘blow my back out’ Hatake
Itachi
Shisui (My love)
Madara
Tobirama’s messy ass
Ask for more but these are my faves
D- gray man-
Yuu Kanda!
Tyki Mikk
Kingdom Hearts-
Riku
Vanitas
Most of the organization tbh
FF7-
All of them.
But especially Sephiroth
Any type of monster lmao
Kenji Sato lmao
You can ask for others not listed in different fandoms I just think this has gotten a bit too long
And Yeah, Let’s have fun! ^^
New Tags:
This bitch is yapping - Any asks answered or just general shit
Thirsty bitch juice - Small scenarios, thirst,
Pretty things- Art
Oh la la that’s some good shit right there- Fic recs & reblogs
On my monster fucking bs - Monster fucking lol
Lock that shit up in the basement pls- cursed asks and stuff
Uh random bullshit go! - My newer writing
And if you made it this far down here's a cookie 🍪
#Da rules#This bitch is yapping#uh random bullshit go!#Thirsty bitch juice#Pretty things#Oh la la that’s some good shit right there#On my monster fucking bs#Lock that shit up in the basement pls#ship🤌
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Good day! 😁
I had this brainrot for days now and i feel like your the perfect writer to send you this crazy idea so unto the actual request:
Lets have yandere shinsou x ex-besfriend shinsou. So here’s the details, you know how shinsou was bullied when he was young due to his quirk being villainous? How about the reader being the only friend he had, the person who defended him and cared for him. Shinso sees you as his hero and you and him were close in middle school. But here comes the problem despite the reader having a perfectly heroic quirk like being invincible for a short period of time, the reader doesn’t want to be a hero and is content being a general course student but this feels like an insult to shinsou as he works so hard yet he sees you having a quirk that he wishes he had and your not even using it to be a hero. Shinsou wants you and him be a heroic duo of brains and brawn but the reader is happy in the general course, that is where reader belongs but shinsou can’t accept that which leads to a big fight between them. I can imagine shinso going off on reader for being wasteful of the quirk they were given and generally insulting the reader and the general course and just storms off. Fast forward a bit and we see shinsou eventually getting his dreams of getting into the hero course with the help of aizawa. Shinsou tried so hard to forget about you but he can’t even when he is now in the hero course and achieving his dream yet he feels empty as you’re not with him. Due to cross class excercise you and shinsou meet again but you keep your distance from him which hurt. Cue angst and shinso pining till he turns yandere, shinsou misses the reader and he wants them back to his side, he wants the reader to be as close as to the reader before and he’ll to whatever lengths he need to.
-sorry for the very long request, I just wanted to see your perspective on this idea/brainrot
Awww thank you so much! I’ll do my best to deliver!
Title: So Far Away
Pairings: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, insults
Summary: Shinsou has achieved his dream. Mostly.
“How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
Place and time always on my mind
I have so much to say but you're so far away”
-from “So Far Away” by Avenged Sevenfold
Becoming a part of the hero course was supposed to be a dream come true, but really, it was bittersweet.
You were supposed to be here with him, but you were so stubborn.
Shinsou had become friends with you on his first week at UA. Somehow, someone had figured out what quirk he had and, to his dismay, the old bullying started up again. And, like in junior high, the teacher turned a blind eye to it.
You, however, did not.
“How dare you judge him when you don’t even know him? Do you know how useful that could be for being a hero? He could just tell the villains to put the handcuffs on themselves and they would!”
Shinsou couldn’t verbalize just how much he appreciated you saying that. Not only did you shut up the other general course students, but you tapped into his one and only goal in life: becoming a hero.
It hadn’t been fair, the physical exam. How was he supposed to stop robots with his quirk? It made him feel useless, helpless.
But you didn’t make him feel that way.
Maybe you were unbothered because you were invincible yourself, quite literally. With a quirk like invincibility, you would make a fantastic hero! The two of you could become heroes at the same time- the brains and the brawn, together forever.
But to his dismay, when the sports festival rolled around, you showed no interest in working hard and making it to the end.
“Why don’t you want to make it to the next round? We could work together and one of us could win!”
But you didn’t care. You simply wished him the best and lost in the first round.
You could have been with him in the cavalry race! You could have fought against those hero course students and taken them down, one-by-one. You could have even taken down Bakugou if only you had tried!
When Mr. Aizawa reached out to him, asking if he wanted to train with him, he was thrilled. He’d asked if you could join him and Mr. Aizawa had agreed.
But when Shinsou told you, you’d waved him off, uninterested in something like that.
“Sorry, Shinsou, but I don’t really have time for that,” you said dismissively, “I don’t really want to change classes, especially not to a different department, so it’d be better if I didn’t waste a teacher’s time.”
“Why don’t you want to change to the hero course?” Shinsou asked, blown away by your attitude, “You could be a literal superhero! Isn’t that the greatest thing to strive for?”
“Not really. Sorry,” you wrinkled your nose a little at the idea, “I just don’t feel the same way you do. There’s too many heroes out there, they don’t need me. I’d rather have a more practical job, you know?”
Shinsou didn’t understand you. Maybe that’s why he lost his temper.
More likely, it’s because he couldn’t stand the thought of being a hero without you.
The daydreams of you starting a hero agency with him crumble to the ground around him and he’s yelling before he knows it.
“Are you stupid? You’re wasting your quirk on a boring everyday job? What, you’re too much of a coward to do some good in the world? You’re just a selfish bitch.”
You jerked your head back as though you’d been slapped and tears filled your eyes. Shinsou immediately regretted his words, but it was too late to take them back now.
“Fuck you,” you said shakily, “Go be a fucking hero on your own, bastard.”
That was the last time you’d spoken to him. After transferring to the hero course, this was the first time he was seeing you in weeks- at a cross class training exercise.
You don’t try your best, that much is obvious. You have no competitive spirit, even now.
Shinsou is shaking when he approaches you, scared to death about what you’ll say.
Before he can even get out his apology, you’re turning your back on him, ignoring his outstretched hand.
His heart shatters in his chest. Tears burn his eyes.
He’s miserable without you.
The next few days, his performance in class suffers. It’s hard to think about math when his mind is only on you. Your absence is a constant ache in his heart.
He knew he had hurt you, that much was obvious, but he couldn’t find a moment to apologize. All he wanted was to make amends and have you back in his life.
One night, as he walked back to the dorms after another distracted day, Shinsou couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to salvage whatever was left of your friendship.
And if you didn’t accept his apology this time, maybe he’d have to resort to something a little more… convincing.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere one shot#one shot#yandere my hero academia#my hero academia#yandere shinso#shinso hitoshi
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Hello! So I already have one (two kinda) Yandere/creep READER but it’s for COD would anyone be interested in Yandere Creep reader but BnHa?
Lemme know 😀🎀
#yandere bnha#yandere bnha x reader#mha x reader#yandere mha#yandere mha x reader#bnha x reader#yandere reader#bnha aizawa#bnha katsuki#bnha bakugou#bnha#bnha smut#bnha shinsou#bnha thirsts#shinsou mha#mha iida#mha angst#mha fluff#mha kirishima#mha izuku#mha bakugou#dark mha#dark bnha#all about bride 💒#bride talks 🪷🦋#bride's writing idea 🪷🪦#faceless bride's tag! 🪦🦋
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An MHA x Parahumans Crossover idea
Because I did the same thing for RWBY x Parahumans.
Which members of the MHA cast would each member of the Slaughterhouse 9 try to recruit for their "Try-Outs" the way they did in Brockton Bay?
Hatchet Face: Okay so in canon Hatchet Face doesn't get to make a selection, because he's dead and the others are picking his replacement; also we never got much of an insight into him beyond 'Serial killer vibes' now for the RWBY version of this I picked Tyrian for matching vibes and there is a very straightforward obvioucs answer here, but you'll see I saved that for later. The least important member of the nine can pick a minor character so: Moonfish, the guy with the teeth
Mannequin: For someone whose whole modus operandi is to find Tinker class Capes who are trying to make the world a better place and break them there really is only one option in the MHA cast and that is Mei Hatsume.....Try not to think about the fact that Mei's Quirk is related to her vision and not her genius and so there's an easy but symbolic way for her to pass Mannequin's challenge of "Change yourself"
Crawler: Crawler's nominations are a unique thing, he doesn't nominate people with any intention of the actually surviving and joining the Nine, all he wants is the strongest possible opponents to fight so that he can keep on evolving and that makes things simple; I considered Deku, Shiggy and Allmight but really, the best possible challenge for Crawler would be All For One, something that gives him a chance to evolve to fight multiple different threats at once.
Bonesaw: Easiet possible answer: Dr Kyudai Garaki/Daruma Ujiko, the Nomu scientist; of course Bonesaw wants a grumpy grandpa mad-scientist to join the family.
Burnscar: Okay so hear me out, in canon Burnscar forewent her opportunity to nominate in order to visit someone she was in the Parahuman Asylum with; so I think that yet again she'd forego her chance in order to basically veto someone else from being nominated. In this instance I'm gonna go with the idea that she saw Shoto's burned face and selected him/the Todoroki family as off limits for the rest of the Nine....Also because when she's not in serial killer mode she's a weeb and a dork and the idea of her being awkward as fuck but thinking that this is clearly the start of a romance is amusing to me.
Shatterbird: She takes fighters and cold blooded killers, or people she can mould into cold blooded kilers....I like the idea that she was weighing up several options, maybe Endeavour, maybe Mirko, maybe Lady Nagant but then she heard about Katsuki Bakugo; a promising young hero who has already proven his abilities, his capacity for violence and has already been kidnapped by one villain team seeking to poach him. Immediately she decides that he's the only possible candidate.
Siberian: In canon he recruited Rachel because she was an outcast who reminded him of his daughter and I honestly considered the idea of taking one of the Heteromorph heroes like Froppy or Mina but then I had to slap myself and realise that Himiko Toga is the obvious choice....Also Toga and Burnscar can be Yandere together.
Cherish: Again, in a situation without Alec Cherish would just pick whoever reminded her most of Alec and initially that was gonna be Todoroki; son of a bastard and clearly the favourite....When Burnscar denied her that I like to think she debated picking someone close to Shoto, like Momo just to be petty, but whilst scoping out UA she found someone whose personality reminded her of Alec; I think she'd nominate Neito Monoma....Granted Shinsou's power is closer to Regent's but Cherish picked her brother to get him killed, I think we all want Monoma dead at least a little.
Jack Slash: Okay this gonna be another 'Cop-out protag vs villain match up' but hear me out....I think Jack would go looking for Stain and be unimpressed in the end, the same way he was with Oni Lee and then start looking for other candidates, if Hatchet Face was dead than I can see him wanting Aizawa as a replacement, if not then maybe LeMillion for the potential and the opportunity to break someone heroic....But, in canon he forewent his chance to nominate in order to have his game with Theo; and I think if anyone's gonna piss him off like that and make him second guess himself and change his plans....It's gonna be Deku, the kid who started with no powers and who even the Hero Killer respects; of course Jack Slash is gonna want to tear him down.
#Wormblr#Parahumans#worm webserial#my hero academia#MHA#boku no hero academia#BNHA#Slaughterhouse Nine#Jack Slash#Deku#izuku midoriya#Cherish#neito monoma#siberian#William Manton#himiko toga#Shatterbird#bakugou katsuki#Burnscar#shoto todoroki#Bonesaw#riley davis#Daruma Ujiko#Nomu#Crawler#all for one#Mannequin#mei hatsume#Hatchet Face#Moonfish
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Insomniac Cookies
Soft Yandere!Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader
Genre: soft yandere, tooth rotting fluff
Word Count: 1k+
A/N: wassup my loves, here is yet another shinsou work cause i love him and this is roughly edited but i hope you enjoy~
The quiet hum of your ceiling fan did little to drown out the slightly louder murmur outside. Engines of cars and motorcycles were sparse but your ears kept picking up the grumble and low timbre coming from their exhausts. Your mind wasn’t willing to give up the alertness it felt it needed. Even as your room was completely dark, all electronics turned off and your black-out curtains covered the window so none of the street lights could make it to your tired eyes. Yet, your brain refused to wind down and stop the rushing thoughts that could wait until you awoke the next day.
You tossed and turned, laid still, stared at the walls, and stared at the ceiling. Soft music couldn’t help and neither did your nightly dose of melatonin. Finally, you gave in and picked up your phone. The sudden light burned your eyes as your irises adjusted to let it in. Your brow raised as you read the notifications, two messages from Shinsou Hitoshi. These were only from minutes ago, wondering what the indigo-haired brainwasher wanted at, oh god. You were now able to register what time it actually was. Four in the fucking morning. Had you really not slept since you laid in your bed at ten the night before? You let out a mixture of a groan and a whine before opening Shinou’s messages.
“L/n, I can’t sleep”
“Wake up already, I’m bored”
You rubbed your face before typing out your response, “I never went to sleep, what do you want”
Maybe that was a tad rude but you’re tired and you didn’t miss that comment about being bored. You rolled your eyes and set your phone down on your stomach, knowing it won’t take him long to respond. Then, a thought popped into your head, cookies. Fresh cookies never fail to help you fall asleep. Every time you found yourself unable to rest no matter how tired you were, you baked your favorite type of cookies. As you went to sit up, you felt your phone vibrate. Already knowing it was Shinsou, you read it, “I said I’m bored, let’s talk for a bit :)”
This time, both of your eyebrows raised. Quite bold, but what did you expect from someone who had a quirk that relied on talking?
“Can’t. I have cookies to make”
You tossed your phone on the bed and stood up and walked to the counter you had put in along with the fridge and oven to make all the sweets you want. You’re constantly eating sugar to make up for your quirk, Sugar Explosion. You have the ability to spit out candy and they explode within seconds.
Getting out two mixing bowls, a whisk, and two pans, you also get out your measuring cup and spoons. Reaching up toward the cabinet containing some of the most important ingredients needed to make cookies, a series of knocks came from your door. You froze. It was way too early for anyone to be knocking at your door. Slowly, you tread towards the door, placing your hand on the knob.
“L/n, it’s me,” your shoulders relax. You’d know that stoic voice anywhere.
“Good morning, Shinsou. So glad you invited yourself,” even after your annoyed words, you walked away while leaving the door open, and Shinsou entered before closing the door behind him.
Honestly, you’ve always loved the presence of the sleep-deprived boy from general studies. You know others don’t feel the same because of the fear of getting brainwashed. Shinsou has only used his quirk on you once when you tried going head-to-head with a villain without your provisional license. Something Shinsou was not going to let happen, knowing the consequences you would face if you did.
Opening the cupboards you look for sugar, flour, baking soda, and oil. Only to find flour and oil. You stare blankly at the empty space where the sugar should be. Ah, you used the rest of it yesterday to make hard candies. Growling, you slide your shoes and jacket on, practically forgetting the fellow insomniac boy in your room.
However, he followed you asking, “Where are you going so early?”
“The fucking store to get some damn sugar and baking soda so I can make some c o o k i e s,” your voice was low and gravelly as you muttered the curses making the purple-haired student chuckle.
At the store, Shinsou would snatch the things out of your hands so he could carry them. You weren’t really sure why he wanted to be around you all of a sudden but your top priority right now was to make cookies so you could get some sleep. Luckily it was the weekend so you didn’t have to worry about waking up in a couple of hours. Another reason why Shinsou should be in his room and not with you at the store.
Even as you got back to the dorms, he stilled stayed with you. Every time you turned around, he was helping you make the cookies. Whether it was measuring the floor out, cracking the eggs, pouring the dry ingredients into the wet ones as you whisk them. You couldn’t help but feel...ecstatic. You’ve always wanted to spend time like this with Shinsou but he was never really the type to spend more than ten minutes with someone at a time. His social battery was small which you respected, especially since yours wasn’t much bigger.
Your mind was preoccupied with these thoughts, leading you to burn your hand on the oven rack as you put the cookie sheet in. Shinsou took your hand to inspect it after closing the oven door.
“Idiot,” he chuckled as he brought your hand over to the sink so he can run cold water over your hand.
Your face was about as red as the burn that now adorned the side of your palm. Embarrassment with a touch of joy.
His hands were cold on their own, even colder with the water. Shinsou noticed your lack of a snide remark. Looking at your flushed features he couldn’t help the small smile that grew across his own. You were the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. That’s why he invited himself over. His mind was plagued by thoughts of you and only you. You two were known for being the two insomniacs of the school so he always dreamed of someday falling asleep next to you.
By now, your hand was becoming numb and gently tugged your arm back but Shinsou had a firm grip on your wrist.
Your tug snapped Shinsou back into reality. He loosened his grip but didn’t let go completely. His eyes dropped down to your lips, bitten from holding in pained moans. You looked at Shinsou, confused, but he said nothing.
He moved his ice cold hands to cup your face. Wet thumbs caressing your cheeks. The difference in temperature felt amazing on your scorching face that felt as if it was getting hotter by the second.
Shinsou watched closely as you licked your dry lips. His royal purple irises darkened to a merlot shade at the action. His own tongue peeking out to wet his.
Slowly, he leaned in. Carefully, scared you would pull away but even more scared you didn’t want the kiss he was about to be blessed with. He may be kissing you but just being able to give you a peck was a blessing for him.
When you didn’t pull back from him, he gently pressed his lips to yours. Then again, and again, until he stayed. Tongue poking out to prod at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Without hesitation, you let him in. The kiss was slow but full of pent up feelings. He was pouring everything into this one kiss and who were you to not do the same? The years of wanting even a hug from the indigo haired brainwasher, and you’ve gotten something beyond that.
Shinsou pulled away first, hesitating. Almost wishing the two of you could stay like that forever. However, there was another important matter to attend to.
“Did you set a timer for the cookies?” Shinsou questioned as he still held your face in his hands.
His inquiry brought you out from your dreamy daze, “Shit.”
#yandere shinsou#yandere bnha#yandere mha#bnha x reader#soft yandere#shinsou hitoshi x reader#yandere bnha x reader#yandere mha x reader#mha x reader#yandere shinsou x reader
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The Aizawa Family Class 1a and the Strange Cat (The LOV are there too I guess)
Use the related link post to read The Aizawa Family, Class 1a and the Strange Cat (The LOV are there too I guess) on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60303373 by J4ck0l4nern Times Shigaraki uses his cat-transforming abilities to help himself and the league and one(or maybe more) time(s) he uses them to help someone else. Featuring many encounters with the Aizawa family and Class 1a!! Not a 5+1 fic, though it is vaguely based of one (also dw, the graphic violence tag is just cuz Tomura gets injured as a cat and i had too much fun describing it) [BETTER_SUMMARY_COMING_SOON] Words: 201, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Tabby's mha fics Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen, M/M, Other Characters: League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Eri (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri, Eri & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, League of Villains & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Eri & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Shinsou Hitoshi, Class 1-A & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Additional Tags: Soft Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Not litterally though, his fur is very coarse, Adopted Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, they adopt him as a pet tho, it's fine tho the lov is alreally his found fam, he doesnt need 2, Cat/Human Hybrids, uhh kinda, Animal Transformation, Animal Traits, Trans Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, not rlly mentioned much tho, Platonic Yandere Himiko Toga, Also not mentioned much, Platonic Yandere, Class 1-A characters will be added in tags only when i write abou themmm :), Inspired by Nakitai Watashi wa Neko wo Kaburu | A Whisker Away, Kinda Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60303373
#ao3feed#erasermic#eraserhead#present mic#aizawa#yamada#mha#bnha#The Aizawa Family#Class 1a and the Strange Cat (The LOV are there too I guess)
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Hi! So this just a thought but I loved your villain deku series so much, I wondered wouldn't it be interesting if in some alternate universe the story being the same that the wife was a vigliante. There both to busy with work or in deku's case villainy to notice, and y/n is to busy tracking down deku with shinsou that she doesn't even realize it's her own husband. Imagine the scenario if deku thinks the thorn in his side vigliante kidnapped his wife to lure him, their the only one qualified enough to get away with it, bold enough to try, what he doesn't know was that his wife forgot to make up an excuse for working to late and now his wife is masked tied to a chair being tortured for own absence. And deku doesn't realize until he takes off the mask for the grand reveal all while the wife doesn't know. Deku is speechless and the wife goes "What's with the stare, I thought you were married?"
Vigilante Reader | Yandere DekuWife Reader
Pees his pants
When he sees your sweat-beaded face and fiery gaze
He wants to pee his pants
In hopes that maybe he’ll relieve himself of this awful feeling
He–in the best world–wouldn’t have gotten into the deep torture
Only kicking, maybe punching but nothing that requires seeing your skin
Because honestly if he even saw an inkling of your skin he’d pause
He’s that in love
And he’s that dedicated
Before you put a ring on it he would have his closet (not his walls because you visit) Filled with pictures of you
He’s got your image memorized
So he’d know if he’d even got a glimpse
So when he sees your face finally uncovered and spitefully shouldering the pain
Whatever you say is muffled by the ringing in his ears as he realizes just how terrible he’s been to you
How much he’s hurt you
It honestly depends on how far he got into hurting you
If he did happen to go pretty far without seeing your skin or face he’s near having a mental breakdown
And you can crack a joke or two about your face
But he’s just gone
he has to leave to compose himself where he’ll rack his brain on what to do
He has two choices revert to Izuku, a man worried about where his wife went
or the villain that will oust himself and run away with you (whether you want to or not)
It honestly depends on how badly he’s hurt you
In the best-case scenario, he’ll have caused minor damage enough to continue his villainous persona
Leak wherever he’s going to dump you’re ‘weakened’ body where he’ll watch from afar as Shinsou and the police collect you
Picking up whatever fake evidence he purposefully left behind
But if he’s really screwed up and hurt you badly
He’s sorry but he just can’t let you go
He’s going to reveal himself where he’ll beg for your forgiveness
Crying like a baby while he rests his head on your lap
“I so sorry honey! I didn’t know it was you! Pwease forgive me!”
Even if you frantically try to calm him he’s just so busy crying he won’t listen to anything you say
Enacting his absolute plan Z
which means eliminating the entire city while he and his crew fly out of range
So he’ll pack up your house while you relax in his lavish temporary quarters with quirk-killing cuff and a chain to make sure you can’t leave the expanse of his room without alerting him
Even when he’s finished crying he just can’t be talked out of it
You’re already mad at him so destroying the city is the least he can do
He’s honestly willing to look into memory wiping quirks
That or a marriage counselor that’s going to convince you otherwise
#yandere x reader#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yandere x you#yanderexrea#yanderes#yandere#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere mha#yandere bnha#yandere villain deku#yandere izuku midoriya#yandere izuku x reader#yandere villain izuku#yandere deku x reader#yandere deku#yandere deku wife#yandere villain izuku midoriya
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