#been obsessing over ojiro

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he’s my cute lil guy

Denki falling down the stairs infront of all of his classmates is a canon event.

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All Is Far In Love And Farming

Chapter 1: Getting Started

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Mha!Hybrids × Farmer! Fem!Reader. Chapter 1.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?

╰･ﾟ✧☽ characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya lida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

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Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.

But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.

And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.

“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.

Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition. 

Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.

slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.

“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”

taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.

the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.

you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.

“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.

“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.

“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.

“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.

Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.

Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.

A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.

you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.

“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.

“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”

signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.

“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.

“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.

“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.

you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.

“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.

“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…

“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.

He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.

“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.

His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.

until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.

“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.

Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.

you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.

Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.

your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.

you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.

“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.

you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.

“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.

“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.

That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.

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Who remembers when @thefiery-phoenix made class 1a x scarlet witch reader well I wanna make a part 2 (or my version of it) of it because I LOVE IT and because I want more op readers cause they're hated

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Yandere class 1a (and some teachers) x scarlet witch reader Headcanons

Class 1a (romantic)

• Your powers are very strong and you knew that you could bend iron, and have chaos magic, telekinesis, Teleportation, energy manipulation, and light manipulation you were so powerful (not as powerful as the big 3 tho) that you got many praises from your elementary and middle school teachers but the other students despise that and called you a witch or a villain despise your past you were gonna keep going and be a hero! With your classmates totally not insanely infatuated with you supporting your goal!

• the class has been obsessed with you ever since day 1 there was always someone walking with you to class, school, and even home, and even when you arrived at home they would always spam text you about your day or did you arrvied safe at home, wanting to spend time with you, you it gets a bit annoying but you didn't mind much or see it wrong with it

• Whenever if it's lunchtime both Bakusquad and Dekusqaud fight over who gets to sit with you and whoever wins in the end both squads glare at each other or one evilly smirks while the other glares at each other

"They should sit with us!" ochako grabbed your hand and tugged you over to their table only to be stopped by Mina "Back off you already had a turn!" Mina glared at her "That's because you're always hogging them *kero*" Tsuyu said with a bit of venom in her voice "Not true!!" Both groups were going at each other arguing you were getting tired of this so you walked over to where Jiro, momo, tokoyami, and Ojiro sat and ate there while the group was busy fighting

"Are you ok dear?" momo asked worriedly while the others looked in concern "Yeah it's just them fighting again and I couldn't take it so im sitting here!" you smiled the group signed dreamily wishing you were theirs, they'll be the one to see that smile "you're always welcomed to eat with us whenever you don't wanna eat with them plus dark shadow always loves your company" tokoyami said while dark shadow was smiling and waving at you "aw guys you're the best!" you beamed unaware that dekusquad and bakusquad were sending a menacing glare at the group your sitting at they did a "we won you lose" smirk

•the class is VERY protective of you if you get a small injury from a villain battle or even a single scratch from a villain everyone is trying to assist you whenever you need something like a drink some more bandages or even carry you to the bathroom they would it's like a competition to them for who cares more for You

•in training your classmates would be pulling you around like a doll arguing about who will be your training partner and at the end of the day it gets so bad that Aizawa, mic, or Midnight had to step in and be your partner while they assign your classmates into their partners they all groan

•When hanging out Dekusquad would always either cuddle with you when it's movie night or a sleepover or whenever you walk beside them their hands are on you whether it be your shoulder, your hand, or even ur waist (if you're comfortable) anywhere for the bakusquad they would always go to trampoline places or arcade games to compete who gets the most tickets and would see who got the best gift for you. They would always flirt with you trying to get a reaction from you whether it be a flustered face or an annoyed glance they'll still be in awe

•Your classmates make sure you don't overwhelm your powers iida makes sure you don't overuse your quirk and tries to observe it Izuku would write down 4-5 pages about your quirk and maybe some unnecessary things about you too he needs to learn more about it he just has to even if it means to sneak in your room for it bakugo would try to make you spare with him and lecture about your skills and quirk and how you should use it safely Kirishima and mina is your hype friend they'll try to hype you up whenever your tryna spare katsuki even try to sneak in a new strategy or 2 but katsuki would always yell at them

•You and Koda have a bond because of animals he likes to about animals he helps you learn about nature and animals and would make flower crowns for you and him. he adores it when a bunch of birds fly on you and starts to nuzzle on your cheek he instantly Dies of cuteness right then and there and swore to always protect you

•You and Sato bonded because of your love for sweets he loves to make all sorts of pastries and if you don't like pastries that's ok he'll search up your favorite food and surprise it for you with a big smile on your face whenever he's baking he always let you be the taste tester he loves how your eyes sparkle and always complimenting his dishes it makes him more confident to bake more and whenever he makes a big batch he always have a leftover portion in a box or bag with a cute bow on top just for you

•Jirou loves to jam with you and makes you hang out in her room if you are a singer or play some type of instrument she will take you somewhere so that the two of you can be alone and y'all can jam out make jokes and talk about your favorite band she would always gift your my melody gifts while you gift her Kuromi merch or plushies you 2 even have matching my melo and kuromi hoodies

•Ojiro would always wants you to touch his tail every time he sees you his tag is wagging like a happy dog! He always wraps his tail around you whenever you cuddle with him or when you walk with him he wraps his tail around you whenever you're out in public ojiro usually hangs out with Tokoyami and Shoji cause they're the only people he trusts around you and he didn't mind he, loves to hold you up in the air or toss you up

•Shoji is like a giant puppy he sees you hurt wraps his arms around you and quickly finds safety whenever one of your classmates tries to check on you or tryna get you out of the fleshy cocoon he "Politely" tells them to back off and uses excuses like "they need rest" or "I'll quickly rush to recover girl (he would sneak you off into his room right after unless u had bad injuries ) needless to say he'll spoil you rotten with his amazing Hands and cuddles

•Tokoyami prefers to be in a quiet place alone with you so whenever you want to study to get your obsessive classmates off your back he would offer you to stay with him just in case you need some quiet time or wanna go to the food court to study tokoyami is a pretty good study/project partner if you get to know him, whenever your in trouble dark shadow would go feral like a wild animal for whoever messes with you tokoyami loves to hang out with you and dark shadow it lights up his world and he won't let anyone take his light

•Hakagure is like a lovesick puppy she would always follow you around ALL THE TIME wanting to talk, talk, talk but you didn't mind it was annoying but tolerated whenever you were asleep or hanging out with your classmates she would always sneak into your dorms and steal your things whether be a headband, your shirt that you never wear, or even a pen (if anyone mentions yuri istg/J 😭) she has a small little shrine for you with a bunch of photos of you, If you love any fashion aesthetic like gyaru, lolita, kawaii core, or even scene you better let her be ur stylist cause if she finds out about your fashion choice her and mina are the MASTERS

•Whever you train them they'll be so spellbound to your fighting and ur quirk heck they'll even hype you up whenever they get the chance cheering for you they love how you'll get so happy but that's cause you to float up to the air (hehe another reference) which they'll panic trying to get you down

•They will never let you go you're the glue that keeps them together (hehe reference)they want you no they NEED you in their life whether you like it or not your theirs

Ua Teachers (platonic)

• Aizawa is the strict but loving type he knows how strong your quirk is and decides to keep his eyes on you he gives you private tutors to try to improve your quirk and studies it he makes sure you get proper rest and if you don't he'll give you detention only for him to get you another sleep bag and fall asleep (the class tried to get detention as well but Aizawa refused) and remember the the class was arguing about who get to be your training partner? Yeah he got insanely jealous and was tired of them treating u like a doll so he pulled u away and threatened them to suspend them if they ever did that again

•dadzawa makes sure ur grades aren't slipping and if you ever had Abusive parents or just bad guardians in general, he's angry now how dare they hurt his favorite student as much he wants to kill them he reminds himself that he's a pro so he can't but he'll do a little blackmail to make your guardians disown you so he can have custody of you nobody is gonna treat you like that and he'll sure of it after all you are his favorite student

•Mic is like the overprotective clingy type he always wants you near him he even assigned your seat at the top so he can see his little witch whenever you try to spare mic always gets you to win just so he can see that smiling face he likes a fun whenever your feeling overwhelmed or using ur quirk too much he quickly stops what he's doing and immediately takes you to recovery girl crying thinking you're gonna die mic is like an uncle or a cool dad to you he always spoils you whenever he gets the chance like giving you breakfast from your favorite fast food place (you never told him our favorite fast food place) he teams up with Aizawa to also learn about this quirk of yours

•Hes so spellbound by your quirk that he always praises you for it he always loves to see how you train and how you work he's extremely protective about ur clothes he doesn't care if ur showing an inch of your stomach or even ya knee caps anywhere above your knees is off limits unless your wearing tights other then that it'd a no-no for him he doesn't wants those filthy perverts look at his listener or they will be consequences~

•Midnight is like ur aunty or ur momma she would always take you out shopping making you wear the most fashionable clothes or take you to cute little cafes she calls it mother-daughter/son/child dates after school she would never whip you with her whip she can stand her little moonbea (hehe another reference) getting hurt she whenever your bad or fall asleep in her class she gives you detection only for you to get a free cuddle session with midnight (and to piss off aizawa)

•Midnight is also very worried about ur quirk what if your quirk hurts you what happens if you use it too much that you'll die? She gets all these thoughts that make her almost cry so she lets you skip out training a bit but aizawa and Mic would yell at her to stop but she has tricks on her sleeve

More characters I wanted to make a hc of but is too lazy

Hawks would be a big brother type of yandere

Nezu is ur rich uncle

Fatgum would be the fun uncle

Vlad king would be your strict uncle

Mount Lady would be ur cool aunty

All might is your favorite grandpa

And endeavor just wanna go home

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Eri’s princess’ guard

That was kinda uncool, Mirio. Especially coming from a senpai. Just look at this pained, fake laugh.

Inappropriate introduction of Monoma from Mirio aside, I like Monoma’s interactions with Eri because we get to see more of his character beyond its flanderization. During the sports fest, Monoma was quickly established as being a very observant and intelligent person... and then those traits got banned to the backseat in favour of his obsessive rivalry with 1-A.

Personally, I'm not too bothered by that shtick: I read someone's interpretation about how Monoma's "hate" of class 1-A, is just his love for 1-B that comes out in the most annoying way - but it's a pity, that the majority of his appearances got boiled down to mainly that.

However, Monoma has also been shown to be quite sensitive and considerate of other people’s feelings:

He elbowed Aizawa - a teacher who's well-known to be strict - when the latter phrased something in a very blunt manner, which might have made Eri sad. He's specifically the one who looked after Eri during the almost riot at UA's emergency shelters. Just like the rest of UA’s students, Monoma is a capable hero-in-training, and a good kid at heart.

Being around Eri gives him opportunities for his dramatics to find a more positive outlet, and to show a gentlemanly side worthy of his design.

Eri Claus' cuteness making people skedaddle over to her.

I found it very cute how Tokoyami’s eyes lit up, when Eri appeared at 1-A's Christmas party. There were five 1-A kids who came over to the door to greet Eri: Deku, Uraraka, Asui, Kirishima - all who were involved in the Shie Hassaikai raid - and Tokoyami.

I can see 1-A's resident emo-kid having a soft spot for children in general. But to me, his reaction here seemed almost like he and Eri had met each other before.

Ojiro, it's fine, really! Tokoyami will tell you that Eri's worthy of the sword's power.

Which makes me wonder about their first interactions: Eri is a very kind girl but she’s also a young child who was traumatized by thugs, who constantly wore plaque masks around her. On the other hand, the novels have shown Tokoyami to be a hit with another little girl, who got lost at the amusement park.

Tokoyami talks and carries himself like the plus ultra chunnibyou, but similar to Monoma, I can see his dramatic language being popular with young children. Tokoyami's also very kind and usually on the more patient side. I imagine he and Eri would've approached each other tentatively but became fast friends.

Tell me this isn't cute af.

To Eri, Deku and Mirio are her personal heroes and older brothers. But Monoma and Tokoyami are her fairytale prince and dark knight respectively.

...

And now I wonder about interactions between Monoma and Tokoyami. Monoma's 1-B vs 1-A shtick aside, I feel like those two might get along with each other well.

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sick days ~ r. suna

yo yo yo! it’s me again 🤪. anyways…i’ll probably do a poll for each fic i write, probably. unless i have an idea and i already have a character for it.

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rintarou suna ~ inarizaki 3rd year, been dating y/n since 1st year, won prom king with her a few days ago. middle blocker in volleyball

y/n ojiro ~ arans little sister, dating suna since 1st year. ecstatic that she won prom queen because she doesn’t think she’s that pretty. currently sick in her bed

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you laid back down after arans daily facetime. you got sick like sick sick. coughing, throwing up, and a fever of 103.5°

you saw a text pop up from suna

baby daddy 🥰

baby where are you?

you typed back

sick

~sunas pov~

baby momma 😍

sick

“how did she get sick so soon” atsumu looked over my shoulder at me and y/n’s texts

“man i don’t know” i said grabbing my bag. “make up and excuse for me! tell them i got sick with y/n”

i grabbed my keys and walked out. i got to my car and started it. while i waited for it to warm up i made a group

tsumu 😐, onigiri lover 😋, baby momma 😍, toshi

yo make up excuses for me. i’m going to y/n’s house

~y/n’s pov~

you felt your phone ding

dumbass 😶, baby daddy 🥰, onigiri lover 😐, toshi 🥱

baby daddy 🥰

make up excuses for me. i’m going to y/n’s house

i typed back

rin you really don’t have to

baby daddy 🥰

yes i do

a few minutes later you saw a slouched over 6’1 boy enter your room

“hi baby”

“tired”

“same”

you opened your arms and he took off his shirt and layer over top of you.

“if i run out of the room will you hold my hair while i throw up?”.

“baby.”

“yes”

“of course i would”

~time skip~

“y/n dear-��

your mom opened the door to see you and suna cuddled up together. she couldn’t help by think of her and your dad at that age

that’s when you woke up

“hi mommy”

“hi baby. you feeling any better”

“yea, but i may still need tomorrow of”

“okay, i got you a little something”

you sat up straight as your mom took out a book

“you’ve been wanting this book for a while now. and your grades are outstandingly good”

she placed the book ‘a girl in pieces’ in your lap

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the next day you woke up to suna coughing. and coughing hard at that.

“baby are you okay?” you asked rubbing his back

“yea, i think i just caught whatever you did”

“you want anything?”

“a shower”

you got up and started the shower for him, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“can you text the group chat”

“yea”

suna kissed your temple and took off the sweatshirt you gave him. it always amazed you seeing his abs.

you got out of your bathroom and grabbed your phone

personal chef 🫶🏽

do need to text sunas mom and tell her you and suna got sick

future motha in law ❤️

did you and rin get sick? do i need to call the school?

you typed back

my child 😶

me and rin are now sick, sunas mom already knows

future dautha in law ❤️

me and rinnie are sick, but we’re getting over it slowly but surely. he is in the shower currently, i’m going to make him some breakfast

the better suna 🤪

gurl did my brother get himself sick

the better ojiro 🤪

lmao yep

you went downstairs and went into your kitchen

“hey alexa play maneater”

“playing maneater and similar songs”

“take it back, take it back”

you smiled as you grabbed out a pan. that’s when you felt two hands snake around your waist

“yes rinnie”

“a maneater kinda mood i see i see”

you giggled at sunas comment

“hey you have a notification on your phone”

“oh tell me who it is”

“the better suna”

“omg rin that’s your sister”

you opened your phone suna hunched over his head in the crook of your neck

the better suna 🤪

this boy is OBSESSED with you gurl

“she’s not wrong. first thing she’s ever been right about”

you laughed as suna kissed you

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sorry, this is literally so bad!!! but i’ve been working on it all week. anyways you guys prob don't know what the contact names are, so i'm just gunna give you a run down of them

personal chef-momma ojiro

future motha in law ❤️-momma suna

the better suna 🤪-reiko suna

baby daddy-suna

baby momma, my child, the better ojiro, future daugha in law-y/n

[niadevbutreal]

MHA Manga Spoiler Predictions

Monoma is AFO's son. They have the same shaped eyes if we go by AFO's rewound young adult form, the same chin (not jawline as AFO's is way more pronounced), both dress in fancy suits and pose a lot in said suits, both have quirks that involve gaining other's quirks via contact, both obsess about something to an unreasonable degree (1-A for Monoma, being the demon king for AFO), and if you even want to go there, Monoma kind of looks like Luke Skywalker, the son of Darth Vader who AFO's masked form is clearly meant to look similar to. Yes, I know Ojiro is likely meant to be the Luke Skywalker callback, but there's no reason there can't be two.

AFO's first name is Tomura - he (apparently) always intended for Tomura to be the literal next him and to take over completely. He already gave him his family name, and the meaning of Tomura fits if you consider how much AFO seemed to be crying in the OFA flashback with the Second, presumably after Yoichi's death. Him giving Tenko his own name is the exact kind of shit he would pull to make him the literal next him.

All Might is dying. Like come on bro is anyone going to be surprised? It's been foreshadowed for like half the series by this point. Is it even a prediction?

Shiggy will dust AFO instead of stealing the duplicate AFO like AFO wants. I can't imagine Horikoshi wants to bother dealing with the logistics of Baby AFO, and Shiggy makes it pretty clear he's not putting up with AFO's shit anymore.

OFA will disappear at some point after or during Shiggy's death. It's the single biggest embodiment of everything the series is making a point of showing is bad - reliance on a single person to solve everyone's problems. Given the overarching biggest theme of the series is 'Anyone can be a hero' and the whole 'this is the story of how I greatest hero' has already become 'how we became the greatest heroes', keeping OFA around and having Deku still be so powerful he'd become the Symbol of Peace without meaning to be makes no sense if the story is thematically consistent. The story will probably end with Deku just doing good stuff for people while quirkless again, directly contradicting everyone who said he couldn't be a hero at the beginning of the story, including All Might. Unless Shonen Jump execs want Izujuu - My Hero Academia Next Generations or have the next big bads be aliens (or both god help us), then fuck thematic consistency I guess. If one of OFA's quirks was power distribution or something, then maybe OFA could stick around. The alternative is Deku takes both OFA and AFO and becomes the true quirk god, which... no. Unless he uses AFO to give everyone who is quirkless a quirk and end quirk discrimination.

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 19

Warnings: Weird creepyish guy cause I had to fill Shinsou's spot Word count: 2526

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts Masterlist

Volt 18 | Volt 20

We all fell silent when my dad walked into the classroom, fully bandaged in white dressings.

"Morning, class." Everyone asked what he was doing there, I knew he got home last night but I didn't expect him to come in today.

"Mr. Aizawa. I'm glad you're okay." Iida said as he shot his hand up.

"My well being is irrelevant."

"Mr. Aizawa, is it true that Tsukare is your kid!" Hagakure popped up and I wanted to bury my head in the sand.

I already told him about my slip up yesterday when he got home. He wasn't mad but he was worried since I'd always been more cautious then he was. However, Hagakure's question sparked everyone else's interest, while the four loud friends I had made sent me sympathetic looks.

"Quiet down." Everyone went silent with wide eyes. "Onryo and Hitoshi are my children, I adopted them years ago. However, that knowledge is not allowed to leave this classroom. Other teachers know as well, but no students do. We decided not to tell anyone as a safety precaution. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" Most chided together while I saw gears turning in Bakugou's head and I felt myself get sick to my stomach.

"What's more important is that your fight isn't over yet." Always one for theatrics. "The UA sports festival is about to start." A few cheered but many were disgruntled with how he dramatized it.

"Let's go kick some ass!" Kiri cheered, Kaminari followed suit by silencing him. Putting a hand on his face and guiding him back to his seat.

"Wait a second." The electric blond said hesitantly, keeping his hand in place as Jirou spoke from behind me.

"Is it really such a good idea to hold the sports festival so soon after the villains snuck inside?"

"They could attack once we're all in the same place." Ojiro continued.

"Kami, you can move your hand now." I whispered and watched as he looked at Kirishima before pulling his hand back.

"Apparently, the administration thinks this is a good way to show that the threat has been handled and our school is safer than ever. Plus they're beefing up security compared to past years. This event is a huge opportunity for all students at UA. It's not something we can cancel because of a few villains."

"Why is that?" Hagakure asked.

"Hagakure, do you know how important this competition is?" I asked with a hesitant tone, not wanting to sound rude.

"Well duh! But I don't wanna die because of it."

"Hagakure, you're least likely to get injured let alone killed because you are quite literally invisible and the perfect candidate for stealth."

"Our sports festival is one of the most watched events in the entire world. In the past, everyone obsessed over the Olympic games. But then quirks started appearing. Now, the Olympics have been drastically reduced in terms of scale and viewership. For anyone who cares about competition, there's only one tournament that matters. The UA sports festival." I nodded along with his words, having seen first hand how important this is.

"That's right!" Yaoyorozu spoke up. "And top heroes everywhere will be watching. This is where you get scouted!"

"She's right. After graduating, a lot of people join pro agencies as a sidekick." I turned to Kaminari as he spoke, already feeling slightly mesmerized by his excitement.

"Yeah, but that's as far as some people go. They miss their chance to go indie and stay eternal sidekicks." We turned to Jirou and I sent her a pout.

"But what if they want to go punk rock instead?" She covered her smile with a hand as she giggled, thankfully catching onto what I meant.

"It's true that joining a famous hero agency can garner you greater experience and popularity. That's why the festival matters. If you wanna go pro one day, then this event could open the path for you. One chance a year. Three chances in a lifetime. No aspiring hero can afford to miss this festival. That means you better not slack off on your training." Many responded in agreement. "Class is dismissed."

"Toshi, train after school today?" He smirked, sending me a nod.

"Hey Shinsou, is it okay if I join you two? I wanna try and see what it would be like to go against you two." I looked between my brother and Kirishima, not knowing what to do.

"Uh, maybe another day. You still have to get clearance through the school to stay after and train." He nodded with a wide smile while Toshi sent me a thankful look.

After modern literature, it was finally time for lunch.

"That villain stuff sucked, sure, but I'm pumped for these games!" I was still sat at my seat, not really rolling with social interaction today and silently hoping they would leave soon so I could have a quiet lunch.

While trying not to fidget, I rummaged through my bag to find my earbuds, thankfully not taking too much time before popping them in. The noise cancelling turned on and immediately my music started playing. Rock music blasting through the wireless bits and into my ears. I should probably be careful with sound exposure because of my quirk but right now, I didn't really care about that. A hand tapped on my desk, snapping me out of the stare I had on my phone.

You okay?

Yeah I'm fine, Toshi. Just don't really have the energy for people, so I'll probably just have lunch in here.

We'll talk later then, I can tell somethings on your mind. And turn your music down, I could hear it from ten feet away.

I rolled my eyes and turned down my music by two notches.

Happy?

You'll be the one to talk to dad after he hears it from his desk in here.

My eyes widened slightly and I turned it down a bit more.

You're welcome. And make sure you actually eat.

I plopped my head down and gave him a thumbs up, already feeling my eyelids droop.

I woke up with a start to a hand shaking my shoulder, I jumped up in shock, looking around and taking my earbuds out to hear. Hitoshi shook me awake while dad stood in front of me.

"We'll talk about this later, class is going to start in about ten minutes. You're eating more at dinner tonight." I lazily nodded, putting my earbuds away and pulling out an energy drink. I knew it would have little to no effect or just make me more tired, but I was desperate for any sort of potential pick me up.

"Did I take my meds this morning? I don't remember if you gave them to me." He gave me a deadpan stare, very slightly raising his arms. "Well duh, you know what I mean."

Pops gave me my meds this morning, right?

"Yes, he told me he did. Why?" I ran a hand through my hair and glanced around at who was in the room.

I lived independently for quite some time until seven years ago, I know Nedzu and probably you and Pops are starting to think somethings up with the villains getting in, getting plans and jamming our comms. Or at the very least, a loophole in the security placed. After the USJ, I don't know, I've been more on edge and paranoid. With the festival, I don't know Dad, sorry I've just been scattered.

"That's okay. We'll talk more about it at home, alright?" I nodded and got ready for my next class.

We went to leave for the day but found another class standing at the door, effectively blocking the entrance.

"U-Um, why the heck are you all here?" I felt bad for Uraraka, knowing how hard it can be to confront a crowd.

"Do you students have some sort of business with our class?" Very class rep like.

"They're scouting out the competition." Bakugou and I glared at each other as we spoke at the same time.

"We're the class that survived a real villain attack. They wanna see us with their own eyes." For once, I couldn't disagree with Bakugou. He walked up to the door way, a kid with a buzzed head was sweating at the sight of him. "At least now you know what a future pro looks like. Now move it, extras."

"You can't walk around calling people 'extras' just because you don't know who they are!" I narrowly dodged Iida's hand chopping motions as I walked up towards the doorway. A kid walked up through the crowd and went to face off to Bakugou.

"So this is class 1-A. I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass." I bit back my laughter as a kid with grey hair stared unamused. "Is everyone in the hero course delusional, or just you? How sad to come here and find a bunch of ego maniacs. Consider this a declaration of war." I pushed Bakugou back some and told him to move, the blond glaring daggers in my head as I stared at the guy. He was easily around five eleven (180 cm) and had a snarky vibe about him.

"You guys wanna move?" He propped against the doorway and loomed over me, cocking an eyebrow when I didn't cower back.

"And why should we, short stack? You gonna make us?" I stared up at him with the same deadpan expression, he seemed off put for a moment before he collected himself.

"You don't wanna fuck around and find out." He leaned in a little closer, still trying to be intimidating.

"And if I do, sweetheart?"

"Then I'm sure you know who our homeroom teacher is, which also tells me that you know he has the right to expel students. So let's see, harassment, wrongful and unprovoked intimidation, physically blocking an emergency exit and preventing students from leaving a public place. You sure you wanna fuck around and find out, sweetheart?" He paled and covered it with a smirked before backing up.

"Let's head out." He turned around and I watched as the students left. Kirishima came over and slung an arm around my shoulders.

"That was so manly, Tsukabro!" I let out a weak laugh, my skin crawling from how that guy acted.

"I hate guys like that." Hitoshi came over and patted my back, his own way of consoling me.

"Let's go train." I groaned but followed my brother out.

"Onryo, you can't be skipping meals, little listener." I hung my head as Pops put more food on my plate then normal before he opened a protein pouch for Dad.

He didn't want to be spoon fed by Pops so he insisted on propping up his protein pouch in his scarf. However I think it's just for show, I could see how much he loves Pops when he offered to spoon feed him.

"I know, I didn't mean to. I just fell asleep before I got hungry." He nodded, understanding that I haven't been sleeping much.

"What else was going on in your head today?" I felt my stomach drop a bit, already knowing my parents were under enough stress as is and I didn't want to make it worse.

"It's about my birth mom." Everyone looked up in shock, not expecting me to talk about her. "I feel like I've been being watched again but I haven't seen her. A-And she got ahold of our address and information so easily, what if the League does the same? And if she sees me at the sports festival, then what if she tries to come here and take me away again?" My stomach churned at the thought alone, I didn't want to know what would happen if that came true but I couldn't ignore the possibility anymore.

"We have a restraining order against her, so if she breaks that then we'll be able to put her away. However, I can see why you're concerned with the League of Villains." I solemnly nodded, my mind still racing as I ate.

"I also half threatened a student in another class with Dad." Pops almost spit out his drink while laughing, Hitoshi smirked and Dad's eyes went wide.

"I'm scared to ask, but how and why?"

"At the end of the day, another class was blocking the door and not letting us through to 'scope out competition for the festival' and I told them to move. He called me short stack and asked if I was going to make him move, I told him he didn't wanna find out. He called me sweetheart of all things and I used rational deception and told him that you had the right to expel any student you deemed necessary and with him using wrongful intimidation, harassment and physically blocking minors in a public place at an emergency exit, I asked if he wanted to test his luck and he left. After getting in my personal bubble and checking me out, but he left." Dad stared at me with wide eyes, Pops was trying not to laugh.

"Correction, you asked him if he wanted to fuck around and find out." I glared at Hitoshi and Pops did a spit take.

"SHO. OUR KIDS ARE AMAZING!" I laughed at Pops' amusement, all of us joining in.

"Sunshine, quiet down a little before you set off your quirk on accident." Pops nodded, still laughing hysterically. "Onryo, did you actually say that?" I nodded and took a bite of my food. He sighed and finished off his protein pouch. "I don't know whether to scold you for your language or be proud." I chuckled and sent him a wide smile. "However, we do have to talk about your quirk progressing like it did." We all grew serious again.

"I used it like Pops." He hummed since he couldn't nod.

"I know, but it was still on a select scale. While you sounded a bit like Sunshine, you still used it primarily on the villains. It didn't touch me, but it touched inanimate objects as well. He may have to start training you more with me supervising in case you overdo it, but I think we can worry about that after the sports festival." I gave him a thumbs up and continued to eat, my appetite resurfacing at full force. "I also think you've been able to do that all along. I believe you may have just been subconsciously blocking it out." I thought about it for a moment.

"I think that might be why. I wanna talk to Nedzu about it at some point because he knows everything about everything because of his quirk." Dad hummed again, knowing exactly where I was coming from after having dealt with Nedzu for so many years. "I take it we're going to start doing intense training tomorrow, huh?" I could practically see the smirk in his eyes.

[artsy-dreamer]

Thanks for the tag Emma :D and sorry it keeps taking me forever to answer these :’D 

What book are you currently reading? lol what’s a book? /j I haven’t even been able to read fics lately… I miss the days where I used to read books a lot 😔 

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? I… haven’t actually been to a theater before? So I’d just have to go with my favorite movie I saw in general this year… trying to remember if I saw any movies this year 🤔 I don’t remember watching anything? At least nothing new or in full… man my answers are disappointing so far :’D 

What do you usually wear? Graphic t-shirts and long denim skirts 👍 all about them comfy clothes babey XD 

How tall are you? Somewhere in between 5′6 and 5′7… so about as tall as Ojiro, I guess :’D 

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Capricorn, apparently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And I share a birthday with Ethel Merman! :D

Do you go by your name or a nickname? Like, on Tumblr? I go by a nickname :’D

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? I wanted to be an artist… and while it’s still not my career (and I’m not sure I want it to be anymore, anyway) my art has improved a lot over the years, so I guess yeah, in a way :) 💕 

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? same answer as Emma actually :’D Enjoying the single life, no current crushes unless the occasional fictional man counts XD 

What's something you're good at vs. something you're bad at? Good at singing, bad at sports XD 

Dogs or cats? I love them both 🥺💕💕 Though I feel slightly more comfortable around dogs… mainly cuz they don’t have sharp claws XD

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? I liked the way my Marroncream art turned out 😊💕 though I feel like it might look a bit better without the background lol

What's something you'd like to create content for? I literally started watching Octonauts just to find out a character’s name so I could look up references for her, because she was so cute that I really wanted to draw her… and then I never did XD Still wanna do that someday… technically I did draw a nameless character from the show once but hey :p It’s actually really good as far as preschool shows go, even I’ve learned stuff from it :D

What's something you're currently obsessed with? At the moment, Neko Atsume has been on my mind… that college AU I played around with back in the day is swirling around in my head again XD Lots of fun stuff you can do with that… it’s a cute and simple game, and the little bits of backstory we have leave plenty of room to expand upon :)

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? I finally started getting back into my first fandom, enjoying full-on brainrot for the first time in YEARS… I was even excited for a little fandom anniversary that I used to celebrate, I hadn’t been excited about it in a LONG time and I was really happy about that, I had plans and everything 🥺💕💕 I had so much excitement I wanted to share, I made the mistake of trying to reconnect with the fandom again… and it instantly killed all my enthusiasm, seeing that some corners of it weren’t quite as welcoming as I thought and that most people don’t even like the thing I was celebrating anymore, so I’d be pretty alone in my excitement anyway… and I couldn’t get back my excitement in time to celebrate the anniversary, so it just passed by without any of my plans happening 😔 I just hope I can get back my love for the thing eventually, and that it doesn’t take literal years like last time…

What's a hidden talent of yours? I can say the alphabet backwards XD It’s all thanks to a beloved toy of mine from when I was little… I can still hear it in his voice to this day :’D

Are you religious? Oh yeah, definitely 

What's something you wish to have at this moment? Motivation to write XD I have so many ideas for headcanon posts and whatnot…

I never know who to tag… so I guess I’ll just tag whoever reads this and wants to do it?? XD

Tag Game To Better Know You

I have been tagged in so many things by so many of you lovely people in the midst of my sorta-hiatus and I would break the internet if I tried to catch up...but I like this one because it feels like a good little re-intro into the Tumblr world. :-)

What book are you currently reading?

The Writing Revolution...I can't in good conscience recommend it unless you also happen to find yourself as a teacher trying to capture teenagers' imaginations and get them to produce complete sentences! Hahahaha. Miserable toil.

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

Ooh, this one's easy--The Little Mermaid!! I have seen it with my family twice and then with my friends once. (I felt a little freer to lust after Prince Eric when my husband and two children weren't sitting there with me...)

What do you usually wear?

These days, some form of athleisure. During the school year, I've been told my teacher style is "Jessica Day if she didn't care so much" and...that about sums it up.

How tall are you?

5′5″ AND A HALF (alternatively: taller than @stolen-pen-name23 which is all that truly matters in this world)

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Cancer...I think? Malala Yousafzai and Henry David Thoreau!

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

Most folks IRL call me Abigail. It's just my brothers, husband, and you guys who call me Abi!

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Absolutely not. I wanted to be a lawyer my entire life. My undergrad was pre-law and then life had other plans for me and now I'm teaching 8th grade American History. And LOVING IT. I start grad school in the fall and I'll be getting my Principal's Certification with that, so I suppose I'm in this education world for the long haul.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I am tragically married. Sorry to all interested parties!

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I'm fairly good with piano and singing. I'm terrible at cooking.

Dogs or cats?

Dogs forever and ever!

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

Oh my. I haven't written as much as I'd like to this year (although I'm hoping to post something before the weekend!!) so I'm choosing to interpret this as the last 12 months. Maybe this bit from walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity?

He holds out his hand, wondering if she’ll bare touching him. “Goodbye, Leia.”

She is not a girl of gentleness—this, he can tell. But she accepts the hand like she’s afraid to shatter it. “Goodbye.”

“Saying my name won’t hurt you, you know,” he says, refusing to be the first to let go.

“Remind me?”

He rolls his eyes. “Anakin Skywalker.”

“Skywalker, you said?” she echoes, and lets their hands fall between them. She opens the door and smiles teasingly at him, tilting her head. “Interesting. That was my father’s name.”

What’s something you’d like to create content for?

I think I'm forever stuck in my prequels hell!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Ur mom. Okay...sorry. Ahem. I've been sewing more lately. I used ot dabble in high school, but I'm finding more motivation to make things for my toddler than I did to make things for myself.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

The weather recently! It was supposed to rain the past couple weeks and we've not gotten much more than a few minutes of sprinkling. I looooove rainy days, so that's bummed me out quite a bit.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I'm excellent at whistling. It's completely useless, but I'll get compared to a Disney princess occasionally, so I guess that's something.

Are you religious?

Yes. My faith is very important to me, but it's *my* faith, so I don't feel the need to bring it up with strangers unless asked about it. (Crazy concept, right?)

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A cuppa tea...so I think I'll go put the kettle on byeeeee

No pressure tags: @pandora15 @stolen-pen-name23 @tessiete @ilonga @kckenobi & anyone who wants to join in the fun!

[depravitycentral]

General Yandere! Aran Ojiro Profile

Yandere! Aran Ojiro x fem! reader

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, extreme spoiling/forced financial dependence, guilt tripping, desperation, jealousy, mentions of dub-con and masturbation, mentions of forced physical affection, mentions of creeps, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

DARLING PROFILE:

 

Sweet

Aran himself is naturally quite nice, despite his penchant for not putting up with other peoples’ bullshit. He’s able to stand up for himself, but he’s never been particularly fond of people who are mean just for the sake of it. He can appreciate a funny joke, a biting comment here or there, but someone who’s entire personality is based off of this? Not so much.

And so, a darling who is naturally quite kind is a perfect match for Aran – he thinks of his beloved as innocent, a little lamb he must protect, and whether this visage of innocence is real or not, Aran believes it to be so. All it takes is a few compliments, a few sweet smiles, some kind favors, anything showcasing his darling’s kindness, really, and Aran is smitten.

And how can he not be?

How can he not imagine how wonderful it would be to spoil someone so kind and compassionate, to reward them for rewarding others? He views himself as hid darling’s protector, and it melts his heart to see his beloved caring for other people, even if it causes these same protective tendencies to flare up when others take advantage of them.

He can’t not imagine how wonderful of a partner his darling would be, the compliments slipping past their lips making his cheeks feel hot and his chest lighter than air. He can’t not imagine how wonderful it would be to wake up beside his darling in the early morning, to feel their soft breaths against him, to have their soft, supple body pressed against his own in ways that make him groan, his own body oh so aware of them? How can he not imagine how kind and loving his darling would be towards their children, a few little copies of the two of them running around, laughing and giggling and calling them mama, Aran being daddy…

It’s the stuff of his deepest hopes for the future, and having a kind darling plays into these fantasies – so while Aran could fall for a meaner darling, it’s unlikely. He wants to protect his sweet baby, and give them the protection, love and devotion they deserve – he’s just rewarding them for everything they earn, after all.

Passionate

Aran’s hobby has been volleyball for as long as he can remember. He’s always loved the sport; playing it, watching it, talking about it, even just being in the gym makes him happy.

And so, a darling that has a similar sort of passion would make Aran’s obsession grow tenfold.

It doesn’t have to be volleyball, or even a sport – any sort of activity that makes his darling happy makes Aran happy. (Arguably even more happy, because watching his darling smile and get lost in their own little world as they practice the hobby has him staring like a lovesick fool, his lips parted and brows tilted in, his throat feeling tight because fuck, how can someone be so damn adorable?)

It could be anything at all – writing, cooking, playing the trumpet, watercolors, reviewing movies, fashion, anything at all. Aran just loves the idea of his darling loving something, and he’ll eagerly ask them about anything he can involving the passion. He's asking what got them into it over dinner, asking to see, hear, taste or watch some of their creations as they give him a tour of their modest apartment.

(He’s watching them nervously show off their hobby, but inside he’s cooing at how adorably embarrassed they are, because no one has ever taken such an intense interest in their passion before, and he can tell they’re nervous that they’re boring him, that he’s losing interest and thinking they’re weird, even though the truth couldn’t be further from it.)

He’s asking his darling to teach him the basics, to learn to sketch a circle or knit a few stitches or play a scale on the piano. He just wants to be involved in his darling’s hobby, mostly because he loves watching the way their eyes light up as they indulge themselves in it, their whole body language brightening up, only furthering his love because fuck, he wants them to look like that one day when Aran himself is on their mind.

He wants to be his darling’s passion one day, just as they are his, but for the meantime he doesn’t mind watching – they’re just so damn cute, after all.

Bookworm

This isn’t something that Aran must have in a partner, but it’s certainly a plus for him.

He’s always been attracted to softer, quieter people, and having a darling fits this mold is a dream come true for him. And to further exemplify the stereotype, Aran particularly likes those are deeply interested in literature.

The genre doesn’t matter – it could be hardcore fantasy books, cliché romances, historical non-fiction, or anything in between. He doesn’t care, just as long as they enjoy picking up a book and curling up under a blanket to read.

He himself isn’t too much of a reader, but he loves to imagine his darling snuggled up on a couch or in a comfortable chair, a book inches from their nose as their eyes eagerly take in the words, flipping through the pages so quickly it’s almost impossible they’re absorbing everything the story has to offer.

He likes to think of his beloved as being so enraptured by the book that they’re completely unaware of the real world around them, fully immersed in the story and becoming invested in the characters, the plot, the action, the everything. It’s just so fucking cute, and Aran has no issues asking about said books.

He doesn’t mind listening to his darling rant and rave about the text for hours on end, watching their face as they talk and talk, slowly opening up more and more as they discuss something they truly love. Speaking of watching, one of Aran’s favorite pastimes is to simply watch his darling read – he likes to see the way their eyebrow wrinkles when a character does something unexpected, the shock in their face as they read a cliffhanger, the way they bite their lip as the tension in the scene rises to almost unbearable levels.

It’s too much, really, because while Aran thinks it’s so very adorable, he has a darker, more perverse reason why he enjoys watching his darling’s face – it’s too easy to imagine the way those expressions could be morphed into something dirty, something lewd.

It’s remarkably easy to fantasize about the way they’d look when he presses inside of them, stretching them out as they tell him it’s too big, not gonna fit! He’s plagued by thoughts about his beloved, and having a bookish, almost nerdy darling would be perfect for him – in more ways than one.

Shy

Aran isn’t too picky with this particular trait either, though he openly admits that he tends to find himself attracted to those that are a bit more hesitant around new people.

Perhaps it’s the protector in him; he doesn’t like the idea of his darling constantly talking to new people, interacting with them and potentially developing feelings for them.

He doesn’t like that they could be chatting with any number of people, interacting with creeps and men with bad intentions that they wouldn’t even know about until it’s too late – it makes his skin crawl just thinking about it, anxiety sweltering in his gut.

And so, to have a darling that’s less inclined to speak to strangers is something Aran really, really likes. It means less worrying about his darling’s safety; why would a person with ill intentions go after someone skittish who won’t give them time a day when they could be going after someone who’s talkative, smiling at them and lowering their guard around them?

Aran couldn’t be happier; not only is it safer for his darling and much more convenient for him, but he loves how easily flustered his darling is. It’s oh so easy to compliment them and see them prickle up, their expression turning bashful as they murmur out a thanks or a compliment or their own, their voice getting all high and cute. It’s adorable, and sometimes it’s too much for Aran – he has to bite back a smile or cover his face, because his heart simply can’t take how fucking cute his darling is.

So really, while he could fall for a more talkative darling, a shier beloved is more his type – he wants to be the only one they talk to, the only who flusters them and makes them feel all gooey and warm inside, just as they make him feel.

It’s only fair his feelings are returned, right?

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

 

Selfless

In general, Aran is absolutely whipped for you.

He’s quite literally head over heels for you – obsessed to the point that nearly all of his waking thoughts revolve around you, and a good portion of his sleeping thoughts as well.

He’s dreaming about you nearly every night, imagining your pretty face in his hands as he kisses you, your voice saying his name, how you’d laugh at his jokes and lean into his side as you watch movies together on the couch, the relaxing night slowly turning into something much more exciting as wandering hands and eager mouths begin to explore.

Aran loves the idea of loving you, and he’s surprisingly naturally quite romantic. He’s always been a bit of a sucker for those horrible romance movies; chick flicks, period pieces, anything with a strong romantic story line in it. He’s always idolized the idea of having someone to love, and as a result, once you step into his life, someone with whom he feels so strongly and passionately for, every cute date idea, romantic line he’s ever seen seems possible, real, important.

Once Aran’s feelings for you develop, he becomes more or less your personal servant. He lives to see you happy – your smile is the most beautiful thing he thinks he’s ever seen, and when it’s directed at him?

God, does it feel good to make a tall, buff, nationally known athlete fall to his knees simply because you looked at him?

Aran would do anything for you if you asked him to; he wants you to associate him with happiness and chivalry, and he’s willing to go to any length to get this association. He’s always trying to do things for you – he’s bringing you your favorite pastries from that bakery nearby the practice courts, telling you to not bother paying him back because ‘you’ll cover next time’, even though he’d rather die than let you pay for something of his.

He’ll always show up at your workplace with a somewhat bashful smile, the little cardboard box in his hands as you gasp and hug him, your smile lighting up your face as he gapes and stares at you like some teenage boy. He’s buying you little trinkets that remind him of you; anything you collect, little plushies that are adorable (just like you).

He’ll pick them up and smile down at them, thinking of how your hair looks like this plush’s, how your cheeks are so cute and round like this one’s, how this one looks almost exactly like you – a character from a TV show that he looks up once he gets home, if only because while the two of you are vastly different, he feels like he’s getting to watch you living out your life.

Fantasies cloud of his mind of living out your day to day with you, of getting to wake up with you in his arms, your messy bed head looking adorable as you snore slightly into his chest. He’s swinging by your place with groceries fairly often, things you didn’t know you needed, only to check and find that you’re much lower on than you thought you were, despite having sworn you checked it yesterday.

Aran doesn’t like to admit that he sometimes tampers with your supplies or basic ingredients just to give him an excuse to buy you something you need – he doesn’t like that it sounds invasive, but seeing your relieved smile and being invited in for a snack or dinner is so worth it. He’s always trying to buy you things, and while it initially made you uncomfortable that he spends so much money on you (and you know the items are expensive – the brand names and quality of the products more than speaks for itself), eventually you’ll stop scolding him for spending his salary almost exclusively on you.

It doesn’t deter him, and he always waves off your complaints, telling you that it’s a pleasure, plus I get to see your smile, so it’s more than worth it. That normally gets you to shut up, your ears feeling hot, only serving to make Aran find you even more adorable than before.

He’s willing to shell out serious amounts of money for anything you’d ever want – a new car? The most expensive one on the market? Of course, and he’ll even get all the fancy additional features that no one needs, like extensive stereo systems and cool gel leather seats.

You want a diamond bracelet costing upwards of thousands of dollars? You’ll find a pretty velvet box on your doorstep the next day, a bouquet of roses accompanying it along with a note that simply says you shine brighter than any diamond.

(He spent hours agonizing over what to write, and despite the corniness, he ultimately decided that maybe classically romantic things would win you over – besides, the words are true.)

Even outside of money, Aran is willing to do anything you’d ever need of him.

Your sink is leaking? He knows next to nothing about plumbing, but he’s quick to pour over dozens of online articles on what could be wrong, arriving at your apartment merely two hours after your frantic call, a toolbox in hand and a determination in his shoulders that you can’t argue with.

You’re struggling with a project for work? Well, Aran may not understand what it is you’re doing, but he’s right beside you as you work through the issue, rubbing your back and smiling at you, encouraging you with smile and compliments each time you make a small breakthrough.

He’ll be there at a moment’s notice, dropping literally everything just to run to your side, like a loyal puppy desperate for its master’s affection and approval.

And of course, Aran doesn’t expect anything in return – he hopes for your love, for you to think of him as your protector and greatest confidant, but he’ll never ask for money or time in return. He’s simply happy to just be of use to you, to feel wanted, needed, like you wouldn’t survive without him.

He’s always slipping into daydreams of ways you’d repay him, how you’d pepper kisses across his cheeks as a thanks for helping change your flat tire. He’s smiling bashfully as he imagines how you’d fuss over him and make him dinner after he’d moved something heavy in your apartment, maybe moving furniture of helping put it all together. He imagines the way you’d sink to your knees and insist on repaying him with pleasure, on making him feel because you make me feel good, too, Aran, and I wanna make you feel so good that all you can remember is my name…

He just wants you to view him as a necessary part of your life, and to see your attention on him and only him for a few moments – anything to get you thinking of him just as much as he thinks of you.

 

Clingy

Tying into his more selfless traits, once Aran’s feelings for you develop, it’ll be extremely difficult to avoid him. He’s never felt this overwhelmingly for someone before, and because you take up so much of his thoughts, he finds it incredibly difficult to not be thinking of you constantly, to be idly wondering what you’re doing, what you’re thinking about, who you’re with, what you’ll be doing next.

He’s obsessive in that he’s almost always got you on his mind, and consequently he finds himself just so ‘happening’ to run into you all the time. He knows the places you frequent – certain cafes or restaurants that you like, learning your orders and preferred drinks. He knows the times you tend to frequent them, suddenly finding that his schedule is – surprise – open during that time too!

He’ll always just be there; his presence isn’t intimidating to you in any way, and as a result it’ll take you quite a while to recognize just how often these ‘coincidences’ seem to happen. It’s nearly daily, with the spiker always feigning surprise that you’re there, because what are the chances?

And once your friendship (relationship, at least to Aran) progresses, slowly he’ll stop trying to make excuses and instead simply reach out to you. You’re getting texts almost every hour from him; questions of whether you’re free, designed to not only get you talking with him, but suggesting activities to do together.

He’ll ask you if you’re free and interested in going to the bookstore with him, because there’s this new series he’s heard about that’s supposed to be so good, and oh, what’s this? It’s the same series you’ve been anxiously waiting to be published? What a coincidence!

He’ll invite you out to get a drink with him and a few of his teammates, but aw what a shame, they can’t make it! They had to cancel at the last minute, but it would be a shame to waste a perfectly good night of drinking, wouldn’t it? So just sit down and let him buy you drink after drink, his face loosening up as time passes, letting some questionable things slip from his lips.

(Slurred words referring to you as his, telling you you’ve been on his mind all day, cheekily complimenting the blue panties he knows you’re wearing under your clothes, all things that seem strange but only make your alcohol infused brain shrug.)

You’re getting texts that are simply asking questions – they’re designed to get a conversation flowing between the two of you, so that your attention is sporadically on him and he can learn more about you. He’s asking you what animal you would be, what superpower you would have, if pineapple belongs on pizza, whether you want children, everything and anything under the sun.

He likes having you speak with him, if only because it makes him feel special, like – if only for a moment – he’s taking up as much of your thoughts as you do his. It’s a thought that makes his cheeks feel hot, his whole body tingling, his muscle tightening up as he stands up to walk and get fresh air because god, why is it so hot in here?

He’s sending you photos of things that reminded him of you throughout the day – a pretty wildflower, an aesthetically pleasing photo of the clouds, gifs of animals with hearts. He likes the way you respond to him so quickly, the three little dots appearing on his screen making his heart pound, nerves eating away at him because what will you say?

He gets simultaneously excited beyond belief and nearly ill every time his phone chimes, your responses making his palms sweat and his heart race because god, you took the time out of your day to respond to him, to give him enough thought to create an answer to his question?

And once you’re actually physically with him, Aran is in seventh heaven – he’s always in your personal space, though it’s difficult to grow mad at him when he’s giving you that shy smile, his words and voice like honey. His hands are always near you as well – he’ll never touch you, because despite how wonderful, euphoric his skin against yours feels, he doesn’t want you to find him creepy or invasive, so he keeps his hands to himself.

His fingers twitch occasionally, the urge to reach out and simply touch your soft skin, squeeze at the fat of your tummy or thighs nearly overwhelming him.

You won’t notice his clinginess much when you’re still unaware of his obsessive feelings towards you – he always seems to be around, but what’s the harm in that? Aran is nice, funny, attractive, a talented volleyball player, and seems to be interested in you, so what could you possibly be upset about?

But once he’s got you in the sanctity of his own apartment, your perspective on his clinginess will change drastically. Now that he’s bitten the bullet and plunged into the process of officially making you his, Aran sees no reason why he should hold back any longer.

Suddenly, he’s always beside you – his hands are on your waist or shoulders, idly playing with your hair or rubbing circles against your skin. You’re always in his lap or within touching distance, his dark eyes fixed on you ninety percent of the time.

He’s always wanting to do things with you; watching TV (often reruns of his games, with him sneaking anxious glances at your reactions each time he spikes a ball, hoping to see you impressed with his strength and skills), cooking together (he does everything involving cutting or heat, so you’re basically resigned to stirring and measuring duty), anything that involves contact between the two of you.

He’s lovesick, truly, and despite being suffocating once he’s got you under his roof, Aran’s not too terrible – he just wants to be with you, and is that such a crime?

Is it a crime to want to touch you, to kiss you and lick you and squeeze you and fuck you and make him your everything, just as you are his?

Protective

In general, Aran views himself as your provider. He likes the idea of being the stereotypical man that protects you from the world, whether that be through financially supporting you, giving you a nice, warm bed to sleep in, or keeping any creeps away from you.

He likes to feel important to you, as if he’s a vital part of your life, and as his obsession develops Aran slowly becomes dependent on this idea of himself being your provider.

He likes to pretend that everything he does affects you in some way – like his every action is for you, designed to keep you safe and make you happy.

When he gets up at the crack of dawn and enters the gym with his teammates for pre-practice working out, he’s fueled by the thought of growing his muscles and stamina so that he can better protect you. With every rep of bench presses, he’s forcing himself to go harder, to push more because in order to intimidate any guy stupid enough to approach you, he needs to look the part of the scary, strong boyfriend. To get any creep to leave you alone when they come wandering too close to you and make you uncomfortable, Aran needs to be able to easily throw them away, to easily pick them up or beat the shit out of them so that they get the fuck away from you, where they belong.

He’s training harder in volleyball practice, slamming the ball with a ferocity that makes the coach and his teammates slightly concerned, but Aran is doing it all for a purpose. The harder he trains, the more impressive his playing, and thus the more impressed you’ll be when you come to the next game he invites you to.

(He almost always invites you to watch his games; he gets you free tickets – they aren’t actually free, he just pays for them and lies saying he got a player discount – and despite how nerve-wracking it is to know you’re in the audience, hopefully watching him, it’s worth it to hear the cheering when he spikes. And if he tries hard enough, he can even pretend to hear your individual cheering out of the masses – chanting his name as loudly as you can, perhaps even your voice yelling I’m so proud of you, good job Aran…)

He’s cleaning himself up more for pre and post match interviews, hoping to look his best in case you’re watching, because he wants you to find him attractive, to think he’s handsome as a thin sheen of sweat lies on his forehead, his biceps nearly bulging out of the volleyball top uniform he’s sporting.

He’s wearing only large hoodies around his home, manifesting the idea that if he keeps wearing them, they’ll retain more of his natural smell, so that when you wear them later it’ll smell like him – you’ll smell like him.

He likes the idea that everything he does affects you in some way, and while it obviously doesn’t, it feeds his view of himself as being your provider, as giving you everything you need in order to be happy in life.

And of course, he takes this mindset into more literal terms with you as well – anytime the two of you are together, he’s employing everything he can think of to keep you safe.

When you’re walking along a sidewalk, he’ll be closer to the traffic, so that if a car happened to swerve off the road, he’d be injured instead of you. He’s holding doors open for you, making sure they don’t slam closed and catch your ankle or elbow.

He’s helping blow on your food to cool it down, because despite what you say it’s still too hot for you to eat, he’s sure.

It’s mildly embarrassing, and while you may think it’s strange how insistent he is on making sure you don’t hurt yourself, you likely won’t fight it too much. After all, if you were to ask him why he seemed to care so much, he’d only blanch and rub the back of his neck awkwardly, telling you that he just wants to help keep you safe. And isn’t that just so romantic and sweet? This big, strong, athletic man caring enough to keep you safe, to use his time and energy to make sure you’re taken care of, that you’re in pristine condition and happy.

It’s only natural to be flattered – who wouldn’t be? Except, once Aran lets his walls down a bit, exposing just how truly obsessed with you he’s become, it suddenly shifts from sweet to creepy very, very quickly.

What started as endearing when he’d walk on the traffic heavy side of the street becomes concerning when you learn he didn’t want anyone in the cars to see you, because what if someone saw you and decided to pursue you, breaking your heart and stringing you along in the process? Besides, wouldn’t it be just so much better if no one else knew you, if Aran was all you had? At least then he’d know you wouldn’t be associating yourself with the wrong sort of people.

What started as a sweet gesture when he’d gotten you the pocket taster to keep in your purse suddenly becomes much more sinister when you discover the tracking device placed into the taser’s side, designed to help him keep tabs on your location discreetly, so that you wouldn’t know.

Once you’re trapped inside his home, every desire, thought, fantasy and urge coming to light, you’ll know that Aran is not nearly the protector he claims to be – at least, in some ways. Of course, he’s largely successful in making sure you don’t get harmed. He won’t let you near anything sharp or hot, always supervising when you’re in the kitchen or supplies that have even the potential to injure you.

He’s always playing guard dog to you, making sure you’re happy and safe, and that nothing and no one can touch you. You’re his, and while it makes him giddy and light headed to think of himself as your protector, don’t think this role is entirely selfless – if you were to be hurt, killed, altered in any way that changed the core of who you are, Aran wouldn’t be able to function.

You just mean too much to him – you’re his life, his love, and he’ll be damned if he’ll let you walk away, scathed or unscathed. You’re just too precious to him, and isn’t that just so damn romantic?

 

DEALING WITH RIVALS:

 

When it comes to dealing with rivals for your affection, Aran is surprisingly good at controlling himself.

He’s not a particularly forceful yandere; in general, he wants you to want him. He wants you to be in a relationship with him because you deem him a worthy partner, because you’re in love with him and want to spend every waking moment by his side.

He doesn’t like the prospect of isolating you – there’s something underhanded and dirty about getting you to be his that way. There’s something cheap about not letting you have any contact with any other men in your life, or women for that matter. He’s not naïve; he understands that you’re gorgeous, that other people are more than likely interested in you too.

And how could they not be? Aran worships the ground you walk on, and is it so strange to assume that other men likely do the same?

He knows that he’s not the only one vying for your attention and heart, but this only furthers his reasoning that he wants you to want him, that he wants you to choose him. And so, while it kills him inside, Aran doesn’t outwardly try to run off his competition. He’s not immediately threatening the men that stare longingly at you, their palms sweaty as they slowly build up the courage to approach you and talk to you. It hurts his heart, yes, and it’s the worst torture he can imagine to watch, but he has to.

It makes every muscle in his body seize up as his dark eyes bore into the back of the man chatting with you, his frame so rigid that passerbys are concerned, even asking him if he’s alright. It makes his lungs feel like they’re being crushed, the breath difficult to suck in, his every bit of attention devoted to simply watching, praying that you don’t fall victim to the man’s charms, that you won’t be wooed by his clearly inadequate attempts at flattering you.

He’ll be mentally chanting that this stranger, this piece of shit, doesn’t deserve someone as lovely as you. They’ll never be able to care for you like he can; no one knows you as well, no one is willing to go to such extreme lengths to make you happy.

He’ll always be watching, if only because he’s always slightly on edge – not even just out of fear that you’ll develop interest in another man, but simply because he’s terrified that you’ll somehow be hurt. He’s scared that you’ll be taken advantage of, that this man will reach out and touch you, that you’ll develop bruises and scream and cry because Aran couldn’t protect you like he’s supposed to.

He’s scared that if he looks away for even one moment, you’ll disappear, gone forever, the love of his life. It’s a horrible feeling, one that claws at his chest and eats at his heart, but Aran almost thinks the torture of watching is worth it. It strengthens his love for you, and with every refusal you give, every awkward smile and lame excuse of why you need to be going, he feels his chest swell with pride.

You want him, he’s sure of it. Why would you be denying so many other men if you weren’t already in love with the spiker himself? It’s obvious, and while it hurts more than anything he’s ever experienced, Aran has to let other men approach you, at least unless they hurt you.

It’s the only way to know for sure that you’re his.

Aran frowns as he notices the way the man behind you in line keeps glancing at you. You’re still waiting to order your sandwich, the line at the deli decidedly long. Aran already had his – you’d claimed you weren’t hungry, and despite Aran’s insistence, you didn’t allow him to buy you any food.

However, as you watched him eat his sandwich, something in your attitude must’ve changed – you should’ve let him wait in line for you, to pay for the sandwich he knows is your favorite, but you didn’t.

He should’ve insisted more, been more forceful, but it’s too late now – most definitely too late as the man behind you puffs up his chest, clearing his throat and telling you something. You jump slightly and turn around to face him, a small smile on your face as you answer whatever question he’d asked you.

Aran’s too far away to hear what you’re saying, but with the way the man laughs, he can’t help tightening his hand into a fist under the table. His blunt nails dig into his palm, surely leaving indents in the calloused skin, but he can’t find it in himself to care. His gaze is fixed on you, his sandwich pathetically forgotten on the deli paper before him. His lips are slightly parted as he watches, murmuring under his breath to ignore him, ignore him please, don’t laugh at his jokes, don’t smile at him, stop touching her…

He doesn’t even realize he’s speaking, but it hardly matters – because despite smiling at his joke, the man doesn’t seem to realize that you aren’t nearly as interested as he thinks, because a moment later he’s reaching out and lightly touching your arm.

You recoil immediately, shrinking back slightly as your smile turns tight, and suddenly the air in the room has returned, Aran heaving a massive, massive sigh because you obviously don’t want him to touch you. You obviously don’t want his filthy hands on you – but you do want Aran’s, if the way you let him touch you is anything. You don’t shy away from his small touches; a hand on your back to guide you, a pat on your head when he calls you short or fun-sized because he knows it annoys you. He bounces his foot against the ground, internally swearing that the line would just hurry the fuck up, so that you can come back and get away from the man who has now fallen quiet, fishing in his wallet for nothing.

You order your sandwich, keeping your back to the stranger, and as you return, the intensity in Aran’s gaze surprises you.

Those dark eyes are fixed directly on you, not wavering even the slightest bit, and a small shiver wracks your spine because fuck, why does his gaze feel so heavy and crushing?

You shrug it off, however, when he smiles at you, the grin so bright that it almost blinds you. There’s something making him indescribably happy, you can tell, but you don’t know what. You make some comment about him not having finished his sandwich yet, but Aran doesn’t pay any attention – he’s too focused on the fact that you didn’t want that man.

You rejected him essentially, and instead chose to come stay with him, with Aran, the only one who really loves you. He’s too lost in his fantasy happy land to return the teases you give him, instead relishing in the the warm, fluttery feeling in his heart, his eyes occasionally darting to the other man to watch him hurriedly walk out of the sandwich shop, sending you a last cursory glance before slamming the door behind him.

Pride swells in Aran’s chest, and once you’ve both finished, he’s quick to place his hand on the small of your back, opening up the door for you. And to his intense happiness, you don’t flinch. You let him touch you, let him guide you, let him care for you and lead you out onto the busy street.

He’s in heaven, and as he smiles like a fool, you won’t suspect a thing. He’s always been so happy, it’s just who he is – his labored breathing and the excited, desperate twitch of his fingers to keep touching you has nothing to do with you, right?

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

 

Because many aspects of Aran’s relationship with you are normal, kidnapping you isn’t something that crosses his mind until very, very late into his obsession with you.

He likes the idea of keeping things somewhat natural between the two of you; organic and warm, with nothing too forced. He wants to woo you, to have that perfect romantic courtship where he brings you flowers, making you flustered, takes you on lavish dates by candlelight at the most expensive and exclusive restaurants in town because he can afford it.

He wants you to feel spoiled and loved, and most of all he wants you to choose to be with him. He wants you to want him out of all the other men you know, for you to decide that he’s the one for you just as he knows you are for him.

And so, while the idea of having you knowingly in his home, kept safe, pristine, and his is extremely appealing, Aran struggles to let go of his desire for your willingness in the arrangement.

He can’t deny that having you stuck at home, spending your days safely under lock and key gets him feeling strangely domestic, butterflies igniting in his stomach as he bites back a smile, his cheeks feeling hot. He’s always daydreaming about how you’d look so pretty chopping up vegetables in the kitchen when he gets home, maybe a cute apron around your waist as you hum and sing to yourself, only stopping when he hugs you from behind, letting yourself melt into his arms.

(Of course, he’d never let you actually chop anything alone – too scared of you cutting yourself with the knife, but the fantasy is still appealing.)

He’s fantasizing about you doing the laundry, him coming home to a house that smells like detergent and new sheets on the bed; soft, warm, and oh so pristine.

(Though, they won’t be by the time the night is through – you’ll have to scrub out the new white stains, but that’s nothing new.)

He’s imagining the way you’d lay your head on his chest while you shovel popcorn into your mouth, the wool blanket strewn over the both of you making him feel all warm and fuzzy as you stare intently at the TV screen, the movie he'd chosen capturing your interest perfectly.

He’s got all kinds of domestic fantasies in his head, and Aran is terrified that by kidnapping you, he’s ruining any chance of any and all of these daydreams from becoming real. He’s too attached to the idea of seeing you with his baby on your hip, your pretty face smiling at him while you coo at the child, nursing it and telling him that you were wondering if you could take Friday off, I’ve been feeling awfully lonely around the house, and the baby’s normally asleep for a few hours during the afternoon – maybe we could break in those new sheets we got last month?

He’s too attached to the idea of having a normal, healthy, perfect life with you to really seriously consider forcibly relocating you.

However, Aran is nothing if not practical – and so, while it pains him immensely to do so, if something serious were to happen to you, he’d be left with no choice but to steal you away. It’d have to be something quite significant, however; perhaps an attempted home invasion, or a robbery, or maybe you were hit by a car or contracted some horrible virus that meant you needed care at all hours of the day.

Whatever the reason may be, he’ll be sighing and wringing his hands, but nonetheless gathering the softest rope he can find, setting up pillows in the back of his car so that you’re comfortable on the ride over, even going so far as to keep his face covered during the event, so that he can perhaps fabricate some story of how he was saving you from another robbery – and isn’t he just such a good guy for doing that?

For being so considerate, kind, being your knight in shining armor?

As a captor, Aran can be described mostly as incredibly giving. In a lot of ways, you’ll be terribly, rottenly spoiled; he’s giving you anything and everything he can think of.

When you initially wake up in his home, terrified and changed into a set of clean, soft pajamas (though thankfully your panties and bra are still on, helping relieve your anxiety just slightly), you’ll notice immediately how lavish the bedroom you’re in is.

The walls are a pretty emerald color, mahogany drawers and dressers sitting along the wall. There’s a window – it’s easily six feet tall and six feet wide, with a window seat and big, billowy white curtains, though there’s something odd about the glass – you get up to examine it, only to find it feels brittle, harder, even flexible. (Bulletproof glass, you later learn, placed there in case you got any ideas about braving the twenty story jump.)

All sizes and shapes of pillows adorn the bed, the best quality sheets and a heavy comforter that traps heat so well you’ll nearly be sweating in December. The closet is full of pretty clothing you don’t recognize; all colors you love, neutral pieces that flatter your form and make you feel more expensive than you’ve ever felt in your life.

Aran’s only buying the best quality food, always making sure you have a healthy balance of vegetables, protein and carbs, even occasionally indulging you with exquisite chocolates and pastries. He’s always got music playing in every room of the apartment; quietly, so as not to distract you, but you’ll notice it’s a playlist of your favorite songs. The ones that relax you, that make you smile, that bring back sentimental memories.

He’s got all the supplies for your hobbies set up in ‘your room’, as he likes to call it. Anything from easels and paint brushes to a baby grand piano will reside in the room, and despite your pleas for him to not spend so much money on you, Aran will just laugh and poke your nose lightly, telling you to not worry, that he’s got more than enough money to buy a pretty lady like you pretty things.

He just wants you to be as happy as humanly possible, and while he knows you’ll always be at least a little bit unhappy, he’s hopeful that he can help make it up to you by being the perfect partner – indulging you in all the romantic cliches and dreams you may have had when you were young.

Besides, he’s a romantic at heart, and while it feels maybe just a tad bit overkill to have the rose petals on the table and candlelight as you share a meal he cooked, Aran doesn’t care. Because when you’re wearing the dress he custom ordered for you, your curves looking magnificent and your face so warm and flustered, how can he care about anything at all except this moment?

He spoils you, yes, but you’ll not forget your kidnapped immediately – no, you can’t, not when he’s insisting you share a bed from the beginning. He’ll never try to touch you or force you into anything, but his insistence on letting him cuddle you, on letting him place a hand to your hip while you drift into sleep with your face pressed against his chest is perhaps not your first choice for how to sleep.

But really, aside from a few small quirks of Aran, you’ll find yourself growing disturbingly comfortable disturbingly fast. After all, he’s a charmer – and though you may try to hate him for kidnapping you, for being so horribly, disgustingly, wonderfully obsessed with you, he’s like a puppy.

One desperate for your affection, always bringing you a new bone or toy, and one who’ll do anything for you at a moment’s command. So really, just let him pamper you, let him spoil you, even if it makes you uncomfortable.

It makes him happy, and he’s sure eventually it’ll make you happy, too – and won’t it? Won’t it, really?

PUNISHMENTS:

 

Aran doesn’t ‘do’ punishments.

They just simply aren’t his thing – he wants you to love him, for your relationship to develop as organically as it possibly can (considering he’s kidnapped you and essentially been stalking you for months, of course), and the concept of disciplining you for misbehaving doesn’t fit his hopes for a normal, healthy relationship.

And so, Aran is really quite lenient when it comes to you – he doesn’t get mad very often, instead preferring to keep a steady, calm disposition, because if he wants the best possible chance of you falling in love with him, doesn’t it make more sense to be calm, happy, warm?

Doesn’t it make more sense for him to approach you with loving arms, gentle touches, soft smiles that make your cheeks heat up, that get your stomach feeling fluttery and light because fuck, has anyone ever looked at you with so much adoration and unfiltered joy?

It’s overwhelming, and for the most part Aran’s method of not punishing you works exactly as he wants it to. It’s not long before you’re moving past your hatred of him for ruining your life by stealing it for himself, and while you hope to never forgive him for what he’s done, you’re looking past it remarkably fast.

Too fast, you could even say, though with every compliment he gives you, it becomes harder to find issue with this development. With every hand picked present that you’re sure is much too expensive being given to you with that flustered, wide grin on his face, you’ll slowly find yourself forgetting about the rage you promised yourself you’d never forget.

It’s scary, really, how he’s able to mold you into what you hoped you’d never become – loving, submissive to him, wanting to please him so that the love and care you’ve come to grow addicted to is never cruelly ripped away from you.

It’s terrifying just how easily Aran is able to mold you into his ideal lover; he’s not trying to change you by any means, but after a few months with him, you’ll discover that you don’t fully recognize yourself anymore. He isn’t trying to break you down and rebuild your personality to be exactly what he wants, if only because he already loves you exactly the way you are – why would he change anything?

And yet, despite him not trying to, it’s impossible to ignore the way you’ve never been this happy before.

When you look in the mirror, you’ll find yourself smiling much more than you used to; there’s laugh lines starting to appear on your cheeks, surely formed from all the horrible jokes and sweet nothing Aran whispers in your ear with that dashing smile and those callused, gentle hands caressing your body against him.

You’ll discover that you look healthier than you ever have before – your body looks to be at a good, manageable weight, your hair shiny and healthy, your skin cleaner than you remember it being when you were on your own.

And really, who do you have to blame but Aran?

He’s so diligent in taking care of you, so loving and overwhelmingly giving when it comes to making you happy and healthy that you really can’t ignore the way your body and mind has changed. You feel happy, loved – by your captor, no less.

And so while you may have initially been so, so enraged and terrified of him for stealing you away from your old life, eventually the rage will subside, your love and devotion to him taking its place. Aran couldn’t be happier; this is exactly what he wanted, and seeing the way you morph into greeting him when he returns home from practice with a big hug and a flurry of kisses against his cheeks and lips couldn’t be more appreciated.

He just really, really loves you, but that isn’t to say the beginning of your relationship was more rocky, your behavior and feelings towards him not even a shadow of what they are now.

Even at the beginning, Aran was never one to actually hurt you. He hates the idea of physically touching you in anything other than love or in teasing, and so he absolutely refuses to harm you, to punch or scratch or slap or bruise you.

(You’ll notice early on into your intimate life with him that bruises are left often, but only because Aran needs you as close as physically possible when he’s fucking you, keeping your warm body next to his without an inch of space because god, how can you feel so damn good?)

And so, even when Aran gets mad (which is already a rare occurrence), you’ll never have to worry about being on the receiving end of a swinging fist, or having blood pooling anywhere on your body.

He would die before he harms you in that way – it would break him, truly, to the point where he may actually consider ending his life, but only if yours is taken alongside his as well, so that the both of you can be together in life and death.

And so, when Aran does get mad, he’s not even trying to punish you.

A few things can set him off – the main one being any sort of an escape attempt by you.

He’s livid the first few times you try this; he understands why, rationally, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. You’re trying to escape him, to run away from him, clearly showing you aren’t happy. And why aren’t you happy? Doesn’t he give you everything he possibly can, everything you could possibly want?

What more is there for him to give you – he’s already given you his heart, body and soul?

Sunlight is streaming through the window when Aran wakes up, his lashes fluttering as his face scrunches up into a grimace, the bright light not welcome. He groans, rolling over onto his side and instinctually reaching for you – he always sleeps with you in his arms, your warm body against his. He finds it helps him sleep, and often he’ll wait until you drift into a slumber before he stares at your face, tracing the lines of your lips and cheeks with his thumb while he marvels at how beautiful you are.

Except his hands don’t feel you. His eyes shoot open, and at the empty space where your body should be in the bed, immediately he’s bolting out of bed, scrambling to open the bedroom door. The boxers he’s wearing are haphazardly on his hips, and normally he’d be embarrassed that you see him in such a messy state, but he doesn’t fucking care.

Where are you? You’re never up before him – it’s five o’clock in the morning for Christ’s sake, you’re surely not making breakfast.

He’s quick to check the living room, seeing no sign of you anywhere. The kitchen is next, and while he’s relieved to not find a lifeless you bleeding out on the floor, it does little to calm his anxiety.

It’s only once he reaches the front door that he sees you – you’re on your knees, hands desperately working the bobby pin at the deadbolt’s lock, your movements frantic yet obviously trying to stay silent.

Aran stares for a moment, before his face hardens, his legs bursting forward as he scoops you up into his arms. You yelp and kick at him, telling him to let you go as you thrash, but with your every move Aran only finds himself getting more and more angry.

Soon he’s setting you down on the couch (not nearly as gently as he normally does, you distantly note), before taking a few steps back, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s rubbing at his temples, clutching at his jaw, shaking his head and murmuring something under his breath that you don’t hear.

You’re mad, too, and your mouth opens as you prepare to accuse him. Why did you stop me? I was so close Aran, so close to getting out of this goddamn apartment!

And that’s it, really – it’s enough to have the extremely thin control over his rage snapping off. Why the hell are you trying to leave? What’s wrong with you?

He’s yelling, his voice so loud that you physically cower back into the couch, the cushions soft but not enough. You’ve never heard him sound like this before; this angry, this hurt. His fists are clenched at his sides, the muscles in his torso and arms visibly flexing as he continues on.

I do everything for you, do you understand? I give you every fucking thing I own – my heart, my money, my home, my love! And you what? You squander it? Throw it away like it means nothing? How ungrateful can you be?

He’s lost himself, he knows it, and yet he can’t stop. The prospect of you running away from him is just too much – he's tried too damn hard to get you to love him, to woo you for you to even think of leaving him behind. How can he survive without you?

He’s still yelling, but you’re not listening anymore. You can’t, not as a stinging, hot sensation in your nose leads to tears, your sniffles and small hiccups going ignored by Aran as he continues on.

It’s euphoric, in a way, expressing himself, but as his dark gaze moves from the ceiling (which he’d been yelling at) and towards you, the words die in his throat. Your hands are at your eyes, wiping away the tears as you sob, the emotions overflowing you. The yelling, the escape attempt, the months of trying to repress the way your desire to leave was slowly dwindling was all just too damn much –

You didn’t even realize it had gone quiet in the room until Aran’s arms are around you, your smaller body pressed against his broad chest. His face is against your neck, and you see his shoulders shaking slightly.

You wonder if he’s crying, too.

It’s silent for a few moments as your tears continue to flow, but you hug him back slowly, whispering in a dry, hiccupy voice that you’re s-sorry Aran, ‘m so sorry, I don’t – I don’t know why I tried to leave, I’m happy here. I wanna stay with you, please let me stay with you, please d-don’t leave me, please!

Your arms are fully around him now, clutching onto him with as much vigor as he you, and Aran stiffens slightly. He shouldn’t have yelled at you; that was uncalled for, and he’d made you fucking cry, something that was making him feeling physically ill. And yet, you were saying you didn’t want him to leave you, that you want to stay with him, that you’re happy…

And sure, maybe it’s a ploy to calm him down, but Aran doesn’t care. How can he, when you’re separating after a few moments, a small, sad smile on his lips as he wipes away your tears with his thumb, his voice much softer as he tells you I’ll never leave you, I promise. Shh, shh, it’s okay, I love you, I’ll never let you go. Now c’mere, I’m makin’ us a bath.

He’s quick to call out of practice that morning, settling you into the large white tub in front of him, your head leaning on his chest as the scent of lavender surrounds you both.

He holds you, letting you get the last few tears out, all the while reminding you that he loves you, you’re perfect, you’re his everything, and how can a man live without his whole world?

OVERALL DANGER:

Overall rating: 4/10

Aran really isn’t so much dangerous as he is effective. He’s not intentionally manipulative – no, of course not.

He doesn’t want to trick you into anything, to lure you into falling in love with him. No, he wants your heart honestly, to have you falling in love with him on your own terms, in your own time, so that when you do eventually make him your world, you’re doing so willingly.

However, Aran isn’t adverse to helping you along the path; he’s spending time with you, complimenting you as often as he can, buying you expensive gifts and taking you out on dates (though, you’re never quite sure if he means them romantically or platonically, and you’re almost too scared to ask), anything he can think of that’ll have you falling for him. He just wants you to enjoy being around him, to crave him like he craves you, to return the level of sick devotion he holds for you.

You’re perfect; genuinely everything he could want in a woman, and while it’s a bit embarrassing how horribly whipped and desperate he is for your attention and validation, Aran slowly begins finding that he doesn’t care.

After all, how can anything else besides your love matter?

How can he find it in himself to care whether he comes off as pathetic when he sends you a bouquet of roses on your birthday, the pretty card he spent hours writing (both to solidify what he wanted to write, and also to practice his cursive so you’d think it’s pretty and worth keeping) describing how beautiful you are, how he’d love nothing more than to hold you, kiss you, mark you up so that no other man could ever take you?

Aran slowly loses himself to his obsession with you, and while he’s not particularly delusional or violent, Aran is dedicated. So much so that it’s almost futile to run from his love – he will eventually have you falling for him, returning his feelings whether you realize it or not.

And he couldn’t be happier; the day you willingly return his hugs, initiate kisses, grind down on him with that tight fucking pussy is the happiest day of his life.

Because it means you want him, and who doesn’t like being wanted? Especially by the woman they’ve spent years pining for, obsessing over, watching and fantasizing about like some lovesick teenage boy?

Not even an upstanding man like Aran would resist that – so congratulations, because once he’s hooked, he’s never, ever letting you go.

[emile-hides]

H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice 

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

[ryvgvji]

can i request some more twerk show drabbles/hcs with some oikawa, mattsun, ushijima and others 🧡

Haikyuu boys reaction to you twerking for them pt.2

Featuring - oikawa, matsukawa, ushijima, hinata, kuroo, aran, tendo

Warning - suggestive writing n slight smut for mattsun

Author note - I am back even tho it wasn't that long. I want to say thank you for 1.1k followers, I appreciate it a lot

OIKAWA TOORU - Oikawa isn't familiar with things like this, so he may be awkward initially, but eventually he'd ease into it and his flirty nature. Watching how you bounce your ass to the beat of the music, his face would get hot as the tip of his ears gets red. Timidly loving his hips into yours he brings his big hand to your waist pulling you against him. He let's out a shaky breath and closes his eyes for a second to calm himself down. "y/n, I don't know what your tryna do, but it's working." he whispers, letting out a soft chuckle that was cut short by him softly moan rolling his hips into yours.

ISSEI MATSUKAWA - I just know Mattsun is obsessed with your body, especially your ass. It's like every time you walk by his eyes follow that ass; hypnotized. So you can imagine when he finally got in live-action he would be like a kid on Christmas. "goddamn, keep doing it, just... like... that..." he sighs bucking his hips into yours as you twerk o his dick. He gives it a couple of slaps, thrusting harder to keep up the pace.

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA - Ushijima would be very very flustered. That would be the first time that you've ever seen him blush so hard. "y/n, um, are you sure we should be doing this here?" You didn't pay him any mind continuing to twerk on him as music played through the speakers of the store. You had brought him in the changing room with you to hold and give opinions on the outfits. Now here you are, in your lingerie throwing some ass on your future hubby as he's having a hard time trying to calm his burning face.

HINATA SHOYO - Child almost has a whole adrenaline rush, believe that. This is the moment he's been waiting for his whole life. Once he hears your song come on, he already knows what's about to go down. Taking a seat in his nearby chair, he takes out his phone, turning on the flash as you prop yourself on his lap. Bending over holding onto his knees, you start to tick your hips in a circle, speeding up with the tempo being to move your ass fluidly against his outline. His left hand makes it's way to lift your shirt pressing the thumb into your back dimple. "kageyama wish he could have this." he grins as he grabs a handful of your ass.

TETSURO KUROO - Although he's a highkey nerd, Kuroo still knows how to handle you. When you straddle his lap, arms wrapping around his neck while he’s rewatching his volleyball match he would be curious. He slouches more in the couch so you’re comfortable and places his hands on the small of your back. Ass cheeks isolating themselves, moving one at a time on his lap Kuroo smirks moving his hands lower kneading the soft skin. “Is there something that you need, or do you just enjoy teasing me?”

OJIRO ARAN - This ain’t his first rodeo with you. He already knows what to do when you start to throw that ass. Setting up the camera n making his way behind you, he grabs a hold of your hips. Hand clutching your pants pulling you into him while he double taps you. Getting into it even more, Aran angles your hips higher hitting right against your clothed clit; causing you to stumble and hold onto the bed in front of you. “Try to keep up.”

TENDO SATORI - it’s never a dull moment in y’all’s relationship with Tendo. When y’all show up to the party, y’all are the party! You guys really know how to have fun. No matter the time and place. Even if it’s in the shower. “Too—much—ass!” He fake gasps clutching his chest as you throw your ass on him. You laugh and shake your head, going back to washing yourself off. “I never said to stop though.”

[katelynthecrazy]

Cinnamon Chocolate

       Being a hero was amazing. Easily the best job in the world, if you could do it right.

       Katsuki did it right.

       Katsuki did it perfectly. The press loved him, the villains feared him, omegas wanted him, every alpha wanted to be him, and his commission checks allowed him to afford an entire mansion off in the country somewhere, or a private yacht marooned in his own personal harbor, less than a year after graduating with honors from UA, the best hero school in all of Japan. He had earned his place in the world, on a pedestal high above mediocrity.

       So why? Why was he so miserable? Why did he live in one of the tiny agency apartments in Jeanist's building? Why did he eat budget meals of convenience store ramen? Why did he train in the dead of night when no one could see him?

       He knew why.

       Because Kirishima had the room down the hall. Because Kirishima LIKED that dollar store garbage. Because Kirishima was so fucking huge and so goddamn strong that it was no wonder he had an omega of his own. Because Katsuki was so fucking obsessed with motherfucking Kirishima that he could never think about anything else. Obsessed with his stupid red hair and his pretty red eyes and his horrible habit of being shirtless on all occasions. Obsessed with his smile and his laugh and that awkward tick he had of grabbing the back of his neck whenever he was nervous. Obsessed with his hands and his jawline and his muscles shown off by that stupid hero costume of his that didn't make any sense but was oh-so completely Kirishima.

       Because Katsuki was in love. In love with Kirishima. In love with an alpha.

       And that just wouldn't do.

       Katsuki strove to be perfect. He craved it, he needed it, he hated not being perfect. Kirishima did not crave that. He didn't need to. He was perfect. He didn't even have to try. Kirishima, who worked so hard at being a hero he could care less about being an alpha. Kirishima, who smelled like rust and sand and rain. Kirishima, whose smile lit up a room and whose optimism held up the world. So while Katsuki was at the gym, in the dark, at midnight, going at the leg presses until he cramped, perfect Kirishima was off somewhere else, probably with some cute, petite omegan boy that would beg and pout and whine in ways that Katsuki never would.

       Katsuki could never be the perfect omega, so he threw himself at being the perfect alpha. Hell, he couldn't even do that right. His waist was too trim, his bust too full, and his attitude often came off as an absolute brat. At five-foot-eleven, he was just barely the average height for his dynamic. He supposed that was fine, though--after all, Kirishima was only five-nine. Not to mention, he was in love. With Kirishima. His best friend. The alpha. And alphas didn't do that. Alphas didn't love other alphas.

       Not for the first time, Katsuki wished Kirishima were a beta. A beta, an omega--anything but an alpha.

       Katsuki snorted at himself in the darkness, his nose telling him that his pheromones were betraying his anger and were going to seep into the leather exercise machines and let everyone know how truly pathetic he was if he didn't get himself under control. There was a mirror in front of him that he could just barely see, and so he set the leg press back onto its bench and sat up slowly, leaning forward on his knees. His towel had fallen to the floor, so he picked it up and draped it over his head to soak up the nitroglycerin sweat before he accidentally exploded.

       He hadn't always been like this. At school, it had almost been easy. The companionship, the laughter, the pretending that his feelings for his best friend could go away. But they didn't, not even after graduation six months ago, and two by two, their friends had paired off and mated. Midoriya and Todoroki. Yaoyorozu and Jiro. Tokoyami and Asui, Hagakure and Ojiro, even... even Kaminari and Sero. Fucking... fucking Dunce-Face had scored a mate before Katsuki-fucking-Bakugo. Iida had some mate in Kyoto he visited, Ashido and Aoyama seemed to have new lovers every week, but Katsuki...

       Katsuki was lonely. He was lonely, and his standards were far too high. Not a good combination. It didn't help that his standards were must be 5'9", weigh 183bs, smile like a sun god on a summer day and be able to put up with explosive rage issues, because that could only ever be one person, and that person was perfectly fine without Katsuki. That person came home early in the morning when he thought everyone else was asleep, smelling like sex and omega and thinking he was being so sneaky keeping it from them. He was slipping away from Katsuki, distancing himself more and more recently, to the point where he no longer confided his secrets in Katsuki, no longer pulled the blonde into whatever hair-brained adventure he wanted to go on. Kirishima was Katsuki's best friend, but Katsuki wasn't sure Kiri called him the same anymore. He had an omega for that now.

       Growling, the angry, sorrowful sound deep and threatening and reverberating through the dark, quiet room, Katsuki pushed a hand through his damp, sweaty hair, debating. He was way too close to making a bad mistake, but he knew he needed supervision tonight before he accidentally killed someone. Even if that supervision wasn't exactly the responsible type.

       His phone was on another workout machine, just within reach, and Katsuki gave in. It was absurd how easily he found the contact he wanted, a testament to how many unwanted phone calls he received (and ultimately ignored) and ordered the phone to call. His call answered on the fourth and final ring, and Katsuki could immediately hear that it was loud.

      "Hello, hello, customer service! I'm cute, you're mute, pay some hoot!"

       "Cut the garbage, jackass," Katsuki barked at the other alpha, definitely not in the mood for this shit. He wasn't drunk, not yet, but he clearly wasn't sober either. "Where the hell are you?"

      "Hm? Veilleuse. It's someplace Aoyama suggested. Hey, why would you build a french club in Japan? That's so weird--"

       The blonde alpha growled, regretting his choice already but standing and heading for the door, maneuvering the phone into the crook of his ear so he could dry the sweat out of his hair. His muscles burned from his workout, but he couldn't care less. "Shut up, stay there, I'm coming out."

      "O... okay..? Is there, like an emergency, or..."

      "No, you idiot, everything's fine."

      "Wait, wait, so you mean you're coming out with us? Like, voluntarily? To have fun, on a Friday night? Is this Bakugo, or is this Denki fucking with me again?"

       "First off, fuck you, Sero," Katsuki snarled. "I--"

      "Nah, man, you know I love you and all, but Denki gives way better head, so I'll pass."

       "I am going to kill you in the most horrible way possible and feed your body to wild hogs."

      "There's the Bakugo we know and love! Alright, see you in five?"

       "What-the-fuck-ever," he sighed. "I'm on my way. Don't kill anyone, and buy me a drink."

      "Dude, you got it."  

       Hanging up and leaving the agency, Katsuki couldn't help the groan. This was going to be a long night, and he was going to get way too fucked up. Hell, maybe he needed to get fucked up. Maybe he needed to meet some attractive stranger and throw out his feelings. Sero was a total oddball, but he was always reliable when it came to good liquor and unwinding, so maybe tonight wouldn't be a total loss.

~Will continue at 250 likes!~

[nerd-of-karasuno]

Good morning/afternoon/evening 💛 I’ve been a little obsessed with Australian animals lately, so I was wondering if we could have some platonic headcanons for class 1A with a gn! reader with a kangaroo quirk? eastern grey, to be specific. Like, they can just about outrun (outleap?) Iida and whack Mineta with their tail and kick the air out of anyone. please. and thank you 🙏🏽

Of course!! I really enjoyed writing these platonic headcannons. I wish I could be friends with Class 1-A,

what I write for

this is such a cool quirk!!

I did a little research on Eastern grey kangaroos and some of your quirk abilities would include really good hearing and excellent jumping skills.

You're pretty fast and you have a tail.

You are 100% tail buddies with Ojiro.

You bond over the frustrations of having a tail and how it can very easily get in your way

But you also give each other advice on how to use it when attacking or defending.

Ojiro finds it really nice to have someone else with a tail as well in Class 1-A.

So you know how we see Kaminari plays with Ojiro's tail sometimes?

He would definitely play with yours too if you allowed him to.

If you do, he plays with it quite often.

Kaminari loves playing with your tail so much.

Midoryia would ask you all about your quirk and would be so interested in finding out more about it.

He's very fascinated by your quirk.

Jirou would be interested in the aspects of your quirk when it comes to your hearing abilities.

It's different from hers and you can't hear things from really far away like she can.

I also feel like you and Tokoyami could bond over having animal related quirks? I mean he has a bird head and you have a kangaroo tail.

Once Mina finds out you have good hearing, she immediately asks for you to listen in on any drama you might happen to come across.

She loves drama and gossip.

All the girls of Class 1-A are so thankful for you.

You usually happen to hear Mineta sneaking up on the girls and are able to stop him from getting too close.

If you're talking with the girls and he comes up from you, all it takes is a whack from your tail for him to go flying.

The girls adore you for that and always laugh when Mineta goes flying up in the air.

The girls feel so safe when you're around as you usually warn them when you hear Mineta coming towards them.

If you for some reason can't stop Mineta, it gives the girls a few moments to prepare to stop him somehow or move away from that area.

After moving into the dorms, on one weekend, Iida invites you to a friendly race. He knows how fast you can go and is curious who is faster between the two of you.

The race is extremely close and you run, but just barely.

After that, races becomes regular for you and Iida.

You end up bringing out some competitiveness in Iida.

He always has a pleasant time racing with you and is determined to beat you one day.

Some of your other classmates join occasionally, one mainly being Midoryia.

Bakugo also often challenges you, but to fight. He thinks of you as a clever and strong opponent.

he'll never say this to your face-but he really enjoys training with you and thinks your quirk is cool.

Now when you and Bakugo fight or train together, Kirishima joins in too sometimes.

I believe in Season 3 when they're working on their Hero moves, Kirishima tells Bakugo and Oijiro to use him as a punching bag? I'm not too sure exactly what happens but that's the gist of it I believe lol

Anyway- Kirishima would totally ask both you and Ojiro to go up against him at the same time so he could work on his defense more.

You and Ojiro make a great team btw.

It's so easy for you two to work together and tackle bad guys.

#tailbuddies4life

[pokechampash]

The New Buff Boys In Town🤍💙❤️🤍💪🏾

A little something I made for Biceptember/Pectoper,hope y'all enjoy it! Had some help with someone I roleplayed with on Twitter for the second part of the story so thanks to him!

“Cmon on Iida please!” Ojiro begged as he clinged on to Iida’s arm and made a pouting face.

“More the last time Ojiro no! This isn't safe and we shouldn't try it!” Iida said in a annoyed tone as he shook the blonde off his arm.

“But imagine how cool we'll look if it works! Back me up here Todoroki!” Ojiro said suddenly running up to Todoroki who was sitting by on the couch watching the two boys argue.

“I mean I'm already buff so I don't need it,but I wouldn't say I I'm not curious in trying it. I don't mind growing some more muscle.

“See Todoroki thinks it's a great idea! We'll be the most popular boys in the school if we do it!” Ojiro said as lifted up a huge tub of ice cream and set it on a table nearby.

Lately Ojiro had noticed that the muscular guys got alot of attention in real life and definitely on social media,Ojiro was lean and fit but he wasn't exactly the type of fit people seem to be into. Ojiro was desperate to get buff fast so he asked one of the upperclassmen with a muscle training quirk for help and was given a giant tub of ice cream. The upperclassmen had said he used his quirk on thr ice cream and all Ojiro needed to do was eat the whole tub,so he decided to try and convince his buddies Iida and Todoroki to join.

“Where did you even get that? And you can't expect the three of us to be able to eat that whole thing in one sitting?” Iida said in confusion as he stared at the ice cream.

“Cmon Iida please! We're not as big as the other boys and I just wanna make sure we don't fall behind!” Ojiro said in a sad tone.

“F-Fine but if something goes wrong we have to stop!” Iida finally gave in and agreed.

“Sweet thanks bro! How about you Todoroki? You in bro?”

“I don't see why not. Plus I kinda wanna see how Bakugou would react to us being bigger than him” Todoroki said, making Ojiro and even Iida chuckle.

“It will probably take a while to eat the whole tub so we better get started” Iida said and the other nodded in agreement as they got out the biggest spoons they could find and started chowing down on the tub of ice cream.

2 hours later

BURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEECCCHH!!!!!!!!!

Ojiro let out a gigantic belch as he scooped up the last of the ice cream,the three boys had spent the last hour eating the huge tub of ice cream and they had finally finished the tub and were now waiting for the quirk to kick in.

“I think you might have been scammed-” Todoroki started when he realized his clothes suddenly felt tighter? He then realized he was growing. He looked at Iida and Ojiro and also saw them growing as well

“Guys look at our bodies!” Ojiro said excitedly as they all started to grow.

Their chests suddenly started to look very heavy,their pecs started ballooning in size and mass,they were so puff and round now,they had grown bigger as their other muscles grew as well,their pecs were now nothing but pure muscle,they could barely see over them now!

“Talk about sudden growth! We're bigger than Bakugou, this is awesome!” Ojiro excitedly said.

“I-It’s exactly working!” Iida exclaimed in complete shock as he turned around and saw his regular sized ass was now growing and had a lot of defined muscle to it now.

“Heh,can't wait to see my old man’s reaction when he finds out I'm bigger than him now” Todoroki smirked as he flexed his muscles until they bulged out. He did a pose he had seen from a bodybuilder magazine.

“Nice pose bro,mine is way better though!” Ojiro said as he walked up in front of Todoroki who was still showing off and started to flex with all his might,he was obsessed with social media so he was more experienced with poses.

“Hehe I have an idea for tomorrow” Ojiro smirked as he told Iida and Todoroki about his naughty plan and the three boys all agreed.

The next morning

Katsuki flexed with all his might, his face turning red in a mix of embarrassment and rage. He couldn't believe he was losing so badly, but he had no way of denying it. He was no match for the muscular jocks in front of him. Bulging biceps pushed against the skin tight sleeves of their UA uniforms, bowling ball sized pecs bounced mockingly, all while large hands lifted up the bottom of a shirt to show off a 6 pack of abs. "What's the matter Bakugou?" A familiar voice mocked. "Embarrassed, everyone can see how much more of a man we are than you?" They asked cockily, running their hands through their fluffy, perfectly tousled hair. It was class 1-a's resident meatheads, Mashirao Ojiro,Tenya Iida,and Shoto Todoroki.

Katsuki growled through his grunts of effort “I… never give up… you damn losers…!” He spat out. The boy's smirk fell at that and they rolled their eyes in annoyance. They were going to have to really try if he wanted to get Katsuki to shut up, weren't they? They smirked widely and sent a flirty wink at some of the girls in the crowd before growing his muscles, their bowling ball sized pecs becoming basketballs, their biceps becoming boulders of muscle, and their legs growing to the size of tree trunks. They flexed, defunding to show off for their adoring classmates. They were hot as hell and they knew it.

Eventually Katsuki fell to the floor panting. He couldn't believe he had lost, again, after all his work! Ojiro,Todoroki,and Iida stood over him triumphantly, popping their pecs and flexing their biceps mockingly as they teased the other blonde teen "Awe c'mon? That's all you got? We could do this for days!" Iida bragged while fixing his glasses in a cute manner. Red faced, Katsuki got up and headed back to his desk, all while the other three boys soaked up the admiration of the rest of the class.

Katsuki's face turned even more red when some of his classmates started laughing and mocking him,he turned his head to his desk in shame growling as he looked down in embarrassment "Since when did those damn losers get so strong and buff!" he thought to himself as he tried his best to ignore the people laughing at him and acting as if nothing happened "Sorry Katsuki but you did this to yourself,you know how competitive we can get when someone tests my muscles out" Ojiro said with a smirk as he flexed for his classmates for the rest of the period,from that day onwards things were never the same for the class 1a boys ever again

[gingersnaaps]

red light, green light

If there’s one thing that being with Aran Ojiro has taught you, it’s the importance of trust.

wc: 2.2k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, very unhealthy portrayal of bdsm dynamics, bondage, breathplay bc deepthroat, bratty/switchy!reader at the start turns into sub!reader, blowjob, penetration, fem!reader with inner genitals

a/n: written for @fallensvint's collab!! not proofread,, ill get to it later

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

The first time he’d wrapped those ties around your wrist, smooth and silky and surprisingly secure, you’d stared at him with confusion.

“Aran,” you mumbled. “What’s our safeword?”

He smiled, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “Don’t you trust me?”

You’d been a bit apprehensive in the beginning, but as it turned out, he was right.

Every time he fucked you after that, every time he bound your wrists and spanked you until your ass glowed red - he always knew when to stop. It was as if he had some kind of sixth sense, a magic ability to read every twitch of your hips and crease of your brows, all the subtle signs that laid bare your inner thoughts and feelings. He knew when to give you more, when to slow down, when to stop entirely.

All you had to do was to close your eyes and let him take over. It felt easy. It felt right.

You suppose it made sense, too. He was a little older, a little wiser, and much more experienced. He knew what he was doing, and he was the one who showed you the ropes - quite literally. Aran knew how to tie all sorts of different knots, square knots and half-hitches and lark’s heads, letting you watch with your eyes blown wide as he threaded the rope into intricate patterns.

Still, at the end of the day, your favorite toy would always be the silk ties he’d first used. They had this allure to them, this magnetic pull that radiated out from the box in which he kept them. And when he used them to bind your wrists nice and tight, deft hands working quickly as the silk slid across your skin, your mind would always blur into a thick haze of arousal and want that left your cunt dripping with heat.

Sex was always better when he tied you up.

He didn’t have to hold you down, because the ties did the work for him, the restraints leaving your mind fogged up with submission, every thought wiped clean except the urge to be a good girl for him. It made him lose his fucking mind to see your doe eyes peering up through the lashes, begging oh-so-sweetly for him to fuck you. And since you always asked so nicely, he’s more than happy to oblige you.

He pounds his cock into your tight, quivering little hole, hips snapping relentlessly, each drag of this dick against your slick, sensitive walls coaxing a squeal from your lips, your cunt fluttering pathetically as pleasure starts to twist in your gut. You’d never deny how good it felt to be fucked stupid while tied up.

But there was more to your little obsession with his silk ties than just that.

There was some small part of you, some unexplainable compulsion, hidden beneath your sweet cries and high-pitched whimpers, that wanted to find out what Aran would look like if he was on the receiving end of things.

You wanted to see what he’d do.

_

It happens on a Saturday morning.

He’s exhausted from a full week of work - the volleyball season is in full swing again, and it always takes him some time to readjust, even if he doesn’t normally sleep in. It’s rare that you wake up earlier than him.

And maybe the alcohol you’d been drinking last night hadn’t worn off entirely, or maybe you were just feeling a little bold that day, a little impulsive, because you take one look at his sleeping form before you reach under the bed for his little box of toys. Sure, you hadn’t exactly discussed this with him beforehand - but he’d done similar things to you before: tied you up without warning, tried different positions in the middle of sex, little things here and there that were never really expected. The surprise was just supposed to be part of the fun, right?

The soft light of early morning filters in through the windows and sets his skin aglow. He looks so at peace when he’s asleep, so calm, the lines in his forehead and the bags under his eyes melting as he dozes away.

There’s not so much as a twitch from him as you tie his wrists together.

You pull aside the comforter, crawling on top of him until your face is inches away from his clothed cock. He looks so good like this - so handsome - the outline of his dick pressing up near his thigh, his toned legs exposed to the cold morning air. You press soft kisses along his inner thigh, trailing your lips up and down the shaft of his cock, dragging the tip of your tongue against the fabric.

There’s a soft rustling noise, and you feel him shift beneath you. “Babe?” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

You giggle nervously. “Good morning, Aran.”

“What are you doing?”

You blink up at him through your lashes and pull down his boxers. His cock springs out - it’s half-hard already, the tip slightly swollen, and you trail a finger over the leaking slit.

“Nice way to wake up, I won’t lie,” he says, sighing happily. He shifts slightly, as if trying to get up - and freezes.

You feel his body tense up, thighs flexing as you flick your tongue along his length.

“What happened to my hands?”

Your heart rate spikes. His voice is a bit more measured now, a bit more controlled, an underlying warning threaded through every word.

“Did you tie me up?” he asks, soft and dangerous.

You’re too flustered to make eye contact with him any longer, ducking away under his gaze. You nod hesitantly. His cock strains, twitching slightly, and you wrap your velvet lips around the head, taking him into your warm, wet, mouth with a pop.

“You better get these restraints off right fucking now.”

His outburst startles you. You weren’t expecting such a strong reaction, but the anger that undercuts his words is clear as day. If you untie him now, you know you’ll be in for a hell of an extremely unpleasant ride, one that might end with your ass blooming with bruises and face stained with tears.

For the first time since you’d gotten with Aran, the emotion that seeps into your veins isn’t excitement.

It’s fear.

You stay mute, bringing your hands up to scratch lightly across his thigh, drawing a groan from his chest. Your cunt pulses involuntarily at the noise he makes.

Maybe if you make him cum hard enough, he’ll forgive you.

It’s this faint, stupid, hope that makes you stretch your throat around his cock, trying to fit as much of him in as possible, lips bulging as you drool and slobber around him. It’s messy, pathetic - but your goal isn’t to preserve your dignity. It’s to make him feel good enough to let this slide.

“Feels so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” he breathes, hips bucking upwards, cock sliding in further past your swollen, shiny, lips.

Maybe your strategy would even work.

You bob up and down, working his cock until it grows rock-hard against your tongue, the head pulsing and throbbing in your mouth, your tongue tracing along the underside of each vein. Precum dribbles down your throat, salty and slick, and you swallow eagerly. Your mind grows hazy as you slide yourself further down onto his dick, the up-and-down, back-and-forth motion intoxicating as he fills up every sense you have with his taste, his scent, the sight of his abs flexing as he strains against your mouth. You feel a hand slide to rest on top of your head, and you melt.

The expression on your face when the realization finally hits is too fucking precious.

You pull off of his cock, a string of drool still hanging from the corner of your lips, eyes darting around frantically. The silk bindings that you’d wrapped around his wrists lie in tatters on the bed, all torn and ripped, and Aran stretches leisurely.

“Why’d you stop?” he asks, the barest hint of a grin in his voice. “I didn’t say that you could stop.”

He leans forward, grabbing onto the top of your head, and drags you back to him until your lips are grazing the tip of his cock again. Disappointment is etched onto his features, but it’s a strange, twisted sort of disappointment - his eyes glitter, his pupils dilating - almost as if he’s giddy that you’d messed up and made a fool of yourself.

“Please,” you whimper. “D-don’t-”

“You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” he asks gravely, shaking his head. “Bad girls get punished. Don’t complain if you get what you deserve.”

With that, he forces your mouth back onto his dick, but with the help of his insistent hands, you’re able to take him even deeper than you were before. Your throat burns red and raw as he shoves your little mouth as deep as possible on his cock, gorging you on his thick, swollen length, impaling you on his dick until your eyes begin to tear up.

“Need to breathe,” you mumble, but your words are barely coherent with your mouth stuffed so full. The only noise that comes through are your small, desperate moans, and the little gagging noises from the back of your throat.

“What’s that?” he asks, nonchalant. “Didn’t hear you properly, baby. Speak up.”

It’s at this point that panic begins to flood your veins. Your head hurts from how hard he’s gripping it, a dull, throbbing ache that leaves tears trickling down your face. You’re not sure he’s going to relent any time soon, either, because Aran seems dead set on making sure he sees your punishment through, even if it means leaving your jaw sore and tender for days. A haze begins to settle over your brain from the lack of oxygen, black spots creeping into the edges of your vision -

You lose it.

"Red," you scream against his cock. "Red." You faintly remember reading somewhere that this was the word that meant stop, the one that was used when things went to far.

"I'm not sure what that means, baby."

“Please, Aran,” you cry. “I’m serious. Stop. Stop. I’m not kidding.”

Your chest heaves uncontrollably with your sobs, tears and drool mixing as slick drips down his shaft and onto his fat balls. The words you want to get out aren’t really coming through, but you keep trying, slobbering all around his dick as your muffled moans vibrate against his crotch.

He sighs. “Alright, alright. You’re a bit softer than I thought.”

His words send a pang of hurt through your chest - you’d tried your hardest, and wasn’t that enough? - but it’s pure relief that floods into your veins when he finally drags you off of his cock. You gasp for air, wheezing and coughing as oxygen finally floods into your lungs.

You look pretty, he thinks. A bit like a drowned kitten, with your lashes wet, your hair messed up, and lips all bitten and swollen and leaking with drool.

It makes his cock twitch against his stomach.

He flips you over onto the bed, pinning your wrists down, and lines the tip of his cock up so it prods at your entrance. “Ready?” he asks.

And to be honest, you’re not, but at least he’s stopped choking you with his cock. Maybe you should be grateful for that.

When he pushes his cockhead past your tight, clenched pussy lips, it’s unbearably slow. It leaves your insides aching, raw and needy, even when the drag of his dick against your slick, ribbed, walls stops, even when he’s bottomed out and his balls are tapping gently against your cunt. He fucks you slow and deep, pushing up against your g-spot, breaking you apart on his cock until you’re sobbing again for an entirely different reason.

This is punishment, remember?

It feels like hours have gone by before that familiar wave of pleasure begins to build steadily in your core. Every thrust of his hips leaves you reeling, eyes rolling back into your head, fingers fisting at the bedsheets - but he’s still fucking you so slowly it hurts. Your cunt clenches uselessly, greedy and desperate, as if it’s trying to keep him buried inside you, and it draws a breathy chuckle from his lips.

“Close?” he asks, pulling his cock out almost all the way.

You nod eagerly and buck your hips up. You don’t really care if you look stupid or pathetic, because all you want right now is for him to speed up his maddeningly slow pace, to fuck you until you’re drooling into the mattress.

He pushes back in, snapping his hips harshly, and you squeal - you’re right on the precipice, your orgasm building and coiling tight in your gut, the walls of your cunt cinching around his cock like a vice -

He pulls out.

You’re silent for a few seconds, brain still too hazy to comprehend what he’s doing, but then you hear him speak, voice low and rough, and you shiver.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

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Yandere Headcanons: Ojiro Mashirao

Artwork by shino.nobu.art on Instagram. Commissioned by MakeThisCanon.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of violence, kidnapping, stalkerish behaviour & general creepiness.

Word Count: 950

Ojiro has the potential to be anywhere from a mild yandere to a full-blown kidnap you in broad daylight and never let you go yandere.

He would never, ever harm you though.

Maybe anyone that gets in your way/his way of being with you, but not you.

Picture this:

Ojiro is so used to being called ordinary and getting looked over, that if you compliment him on anything other than his tail’s strength, he’s going to get attached.

He is attention-starved.

Even if it’s only a passing compliment or two, it's too late. He's fallen for you.

He’s fallen for you, even if you hardly know he’s there.

It starts off harmlessly enough.

He discovers your favourite chocolates from your friends and gifts them to you on White Day -- even if you didn’t give him anything on Valentines.

He starts carrying extra equipment just in case you forget yours.

He offers to help you study for any upcoming tests (despite how others see him, he’s smart and ranks highly in almost every test he takes).

He’s always there, giving you compliments and words of encouragement, willing you to do your best.

He starts living for your smiles and your thanks. He likes feeling appreciated, finally. He wants you to know he’s there for you, no matter what you need him for.

For a while, your friendship is enough.

You are his world and being close to you, talking to you, spending time with you is enough.

Don’t worry if you find a partner at this stage. Ojiro won’t do anything. He’s not the jealous type and wants you to be happy.

Ojiro’s attitude only changes if he finds out someone is bullying you or hurting you.

It will tear his heart in two. He needs to do something to protect your smile.

Things will start happening a lot faster if he finds you crying or injured.

He’ll get the person bullying you alone.

He’ll tell them to back off.

If the person apologises sincerely and truly leaves you alone then everything stays fine.

But if they don’t apologise? If they laugh? If they tell him it’s not his business, or even worse, they insult you?

Something inside Ojiro will break.

That person will never get the chance to harm you again.

And Ojiro won’t see anything wrong with it. His only concern is keeping you safe and happy, and if that means someone has to disappear from your life forever, then so be it.

But… after that first time, it becomes all too easy for Ojiro. The bullies and the people in your life who don’t treat you right are nothing more than obstacles in your path to happiness.

Obstacles he’s more than willing to remove for you.

He brushes off your concerns that “oh, I haven’t seen X in a while,” or “have you heard from Y?” by noting how happy you’ve been recently, or how you’ve been smiling a lot more.

It’s easy for him to get away with what he’s doing – for once, flying under the radar serves him well. Even as the murmur of abductions and killings circulate, the finger never points on him. The world begins to believe those people were simply spirited away.

His obsession with you grows and grows. Once all your enemies are gone, his sights turn towards your closer circle of friends, your family, your partner if you have one. He finds faults in them; reasons why they could be holding you down, or how they might harm you in future.

Soon, he realises no one is good enough for you.

But of course he’s there to hold you as your friends disappear from your life, one by one under mysterious circumstances. If you have one, your partner will be the first to go.

Ojiro reassures you that he will never, ever leave you like they have.

He spoils you rotten and does everything in his power to make you happy.

He thinks his heart might just give out when you ask to spend time with him, inviting him over to your place or to somewhere fun.

This is when the option of you getting a new partner disappears. He won’t let anyone get close enough to hurt you.

But over time, the closer you get to him, the more his paranoia and delusions grow. You aren’t safe. The world is evil and if he’s not careful, you’ll be taken from him and your smile will be gone forever.

He can’t let that happen.

After finding you crying one particularly tough time, he decides enough is enough.

He plans it out meticulously: the perfect day. He takes you on a date to your favourite place. Money and the time it takes to get there do not matter. He gives you the most perfect day. He enjoys every smile you make, every laugh and every single thing you say.

Then when it’s time to leave, Ojiro drives you home in the car. He stops off at a petrol station and gets you your favourite drink. He crushes sleeping pills into it. He smiles as you close your eyes, knowing that when you wake, you’ll finally be safe.

He won’t give anyone the chance to make you cry again.

Stealing you away from the rest of the world, he locks you away in an undisclosed, remote location, but nothing like a dark, dank basement. It’s a reasonably nice place. There’s natural light and it’s spacious – almost cosy.

The lie he tells your parents is that, overcome with grief from being abandoned by all your friends and feeling unloved by your family, you threw yourself into the ocean to finally be at peace. Ojiro did his best to stop you but you were determined.

For all intents and purposes, to your parents and the rest of the world, you are gone and your body is irretrievable.

Now he can protect you.

Now you will be completely safe.

The chain on your ankle is only there to make sure you won’t run away, until he knows you understand that it is safer here, where no one can harm you.

He continues to pamper you and spoil you, whether you want him to or not.

Though he cannot be with you all the time, needing to live his life so the world does not grow suspicious and come sniffing, he gives you plenty of things to keep you busy – books, games, arts and crafts.

Hopefully, through all his twisted ways and showers of affection, you have fallen in love with him – some time ago, if you’re lucky. It might make his twisted sense of devotion less psychotic. You might appreciate the things he does for you instead of being completely and utterly horrified and sick.

Because he believes you love him as much as he loves you.

He will not touch you in that way without permission. He will not force himself on you.

But if he finds you crying.

If you try to run away.

He will realise he isn’t trying hard enough to make you smile. He will keep you chained until he’s sure you know you’re safest with him. He will lie beside you, wiping away your tears, whispering sweet words of comfort, telling you how you saved him from a world of loneliness and how he’s here to do the same for you.

He is the only one who cares enough about your wellbeing to see your smile.

You don’t need anyone else in your life.

You won’t need anyone else, ever again.

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Full disclosure: the attitudes and behaviours of the character in this story must be in no way replicated or tolerated in actual life. This is a piece of fiction for the purposes of (morbid curiosity) entertainment. The behaviours in this piece are controlling and abusive and should be challenged or reported if encountered in real life.

Keep you and your friends safe, my lovelies 🙏💖

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