#yamada x male reader

[reallyromealone]

BABYHAUL 3

Fluff, male reader, baby reader, reader is adopted by Yamada and Aizawa, domestic, cute

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐Yamada was exhausted as he held little (name) in his arms, making coffee while Aizawa made breakfast for them all. It was back to school already and nobody was nearly awake for this, little (name) staring dazed and confused before being seated in his high chair.

"We have... Apple and carrot" Shouts mumbled as everyone began eating, (name) smacking his hands on the plastic table for food "yeah yeah, open wide" the exhausted hero said and (name) opened up when the little spoon got close to his mouth and looked very happy when tasting his food before looking at Shotas food curiously when he ate some of his own breakfast "ABABABA!" He tried reaching for some of it but sadly his chubby baby arm couldn't reach "here, a little bit" Shouta handed (name) a small bit that was cooled off on chopsticks and (name) looked very excited as he shoved it in his mouth.

Getting dressed and preparing (name)s baby bag the family headed off to school, Yamada grinning at the fact he managed to get the itty bitty babe in a onesie that looked like the uniform, Shouta having to explain that an actual mini uniform probably won't go well with the choking hazards via buttons and tie that the babe would most definitely try to eat.

Aizawa took (name) first as he collected his belongings, his new son looking at the students happily as they passed. Aizawa had Shinso hold his stuff as (name) kept insisting on trying to play with it.

Shinso found his new brother fascinating, the babe most definitely had a quirk that could fundamentally do anything! He could be anything!

And currently the little one was "helping" their dad prepare for class.

The students started filing in, at first not noticing the tiny addition strapped to their teachers chest, Aizawa currently writing things on the smart board "President, you can give attendance" Aizawa said passively as he turned to grab the work to be passed out off the podium and the class froze at the infant who was staring back curiously before looking around.

"Sir?" It was kaminari who spoke up with a raised hand and Aizawa grunted as a response to the blond "what's with the baby?"

Aizawa knew they wouldn't focus until he addressed the tiny elephant in the room so with a sign he scanned the class "this is my son, the U.A daycare is under maintenance so he's here" Aizawa said simply and Izuku seemed fixated on the small babe.

He looked... Familiar.

"How old is he?" Mina asked curiously and the teacher sighed "he's under a year old"

(Name) stretched his little arms and the class cooed "now" Aizawa got to business and popped a pacifier in little (name)s mouth before getting on with class.

(Name) mimicked Aizawas hand movements much to the classes amusement as Aizawa let him hold onto his finger.

"Is that him?" Nemuri asked with a soft excitement as she stepped towards the duo, Aizawa going to the staff room to get the heroics notes. "This is (name)" Aizawa said simply and Nem squealed softly but stopped when (name) looked a little startled at the sound "he's so little... Look at his little socks" she said and Aizawa took him out of his carrier a d let the other hold him, (name) immediately trying to grab her glasses to no avail "he does that with Hisashi" Aizawa said as his son began fussing.

"I think someone needs a nap" Nem said softly and Aizawa took him back and put him in the Carrier though this time facing Aizawa and began soothing the boy.

Hizashi smiled as he held his new youngest son, little (name) waking from his nap mid class and looked at the Gen-Ed students half awake, looking like he just woke from a damn good nap and clothes slightly disheveled.

"Good morning sunshine" (name) let his dad clean the drool from his cheek before popping a pacifier in his mouth "oh-- we finished early... Well I suppose you all can talk amongst yourselves" Hizashi said but his students just looked fixated on the baby who gave them some half awake side eye "sir? Is that your son?" One student asked and Hizashi grinned "yes he his! This is my youngest son (name)!" He waved (name)s sleepy arm and the boy just let him do what he wanted "how old is he?" Another asked and the blond adjusted (name) before speaking "a few months, he's a wiggly little guy" (name) gave a prime example as he whined to be put down and his dad complied, gently setting the boy down and (name) began army crawling around his little blanket set out "he's not good at the whole moving thing yet"

(Name) wiggled on the floor till his arm got caught under him and the class stiffened as his little lip wobbled and then a cry broke out as Hizashi lifted the itty bitty into his arms and tried to soothe the babe who was absolutely loosing it to no avail till his son came up "can I try?" hizashi let Hitoshi hold the itty bitty as the bell rang, the blond letting the students leave.

When it was just the trio, Hitoshi held (name) close and pat his little back gently and... Started reciting words meanings from the dictionary?

It seemed to work as (name) calmed down "how" Hizashi asked his son who shrugged "works on Eri"

The two laughed as (name) looked around confused "it's lunch time baby, they went bye bye"

"Why does he have tear marks?" Shouta asked as he took the babe "lil guy crawled on his own arm and lost his mind" Hizashi said teasingly and Shouta nodded "bound to cry eventually"

"The machine beeped!" Midnight said as her and powerloader made tea and Shouta wandered to the bottle warmer and (name) began bouncing at the machine he quickly learned holds his food "yeah yeah, keep your diaper on"

(Name) made content sounds as he ate, the teachers talking about classes and students and upcoming events "I still can't believe you two are going to be the hosts for the sports festival" Snipe snorted and Aizawa shrugged "it's only logical"

When (name) finished his bottle, Aizawa burped him and let him look around in his arms, everyone waving at him and to the adults surprise he clumsily waved back "I am pretty sure that was his first wave" Hizashi said excitedly and the teachers cooed and thankfully Vlad had video of it all and sent it to the blond.

"So is he eating solids?" Powerloader asked and Shouta nodded "he's a monster with custard" at the mention (name) looked at him curiously and the man chuckled "papa!" Little Eris voice rang as she ran in excitedly "Hi baby! Nedzu let you out early?" With the help of nedzu and a Quirk specialist Eri had been learning to control her quirk in a safe environment "yeah! He said since I got a new baby brother that I could have extra lunch with him!"

Eri smiled as Shouta crouched so she could see the little babe whom she vowed to protect in her little heart and though he shared features with her abuser she was very aware that they were not one in the same and during her captivity she often grew curious about the little baby.

A few weeks passed, the dorms fully finished and the family moved though Shinsou was in the student dorms though his training he would hopefully be joining the Hero course.

It was the weekend and the Yamazawa family were hanging out at the in school park for teachers who were parents, little (name) having the time of his life on the baby swing as he was gently pushed by Hizashi as Shouta pushed Eri on a big kid swing "higher!" She squealed as Shouta pushed her only a smudge higher "could the Yamada/Aizawa please report the Principal Nedzus office"

Hitoshi met with his family in casual clothes, it being the weekend and not needing a uniform at this moment as they knocked on it "enter please!" Nedzu said as they walked in, eyebrows raising at the man sitting in formal attire "what's going on?"

"Well due to the... Departure of Overhaul, he's been declared deceased due to the video spread of you know what" Nedzu spoke carefully as there were two tiny sets of ears through one was far more interested in his dad's capture weapon.

"So what?"

"So now we must read the things that's been left behind for our dear (name)!"

A will reading?

"Yes! It seems our dear (name) has been left quite a fair amount!"

The family sat as the lawyer began reading, the babe left estates and and priceless things in vaults quite literally anything and everything"and finally (name) Chisaki is left a total sum of 65,154,375,000 Yen (450m), here are the codes for the safes along with deeds to the estate's"

The Yamazawa family was... Shocked to say the least.

"Holy shi--""language" Shouta said though he wasn't much better, the tiny baby in his arms in little shorts and a blue striped shirts and matching shoes was absolutely loaded, the lawyer leaving them.

"My my, isn't this interesting" Nedzu said with a content smile and watched the family look shocked save for the littles who didn't have a clue on what was happening though (name) was very curious about the cookies and treats on Nedzus desk "I-I don't know... What?" Yamada was speechless as he processed the fact his baby was a multi millionaire "could we possibly have the homes and material items left behind be appraised and checked? To make sure they aren't stolen" Hitoshi brought up and the other adults genuinely considered it "since you two are his legal adults, we could do that" Nedzu said handing the teen a cookie for his excellent point "that would be good seeing as he was a criminal" Shouta agreed with his sons point.

"I will make arrangements"

So much stolen items.

So so much stolen items.

All the estate's, vaults and everything checked and the amount of stolen items was astounding and they barely dented it.

Generations of stolen goods from the crime family.

And all while this happened, (name) was excited that he got new blocks as Yamada worked with a lawyer to draft trust funds and such so the money would be accessible to (name) when he was 18.

[misstycloud]

A loser's qualities~

Oral(f.reader receiving), facesitting, mean reader

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You stared at yourself in the mirror and recalled all the times people would call you beautiful; they were right, you were absolutely gorgeous. It's not bragging if it is true. Your hair was silky smooth and shiny, your lips were lovely and kissable , your style was to die for.

You really had everything in life.

It was soon time for you to meet up with your friends. You had all decided to grab dinner and then watch the latest hit film currently being shown in theatres. It would be a fantastic evening. You applied your make up skilfully, making sure not a single eyelash was out of place. Nothing would be able to stop your perfection.

As you combed through your hair, a choked sound interrupted your concentration. The gagging sent vibrations through your entire body. Ah, it seemed your toy was running a little low on oxygen. Stifling a sigh, you looked down to see the top of a sweaty forehead, hair was sticking to it like glue.

"mhm....!." your boyfriend gagged. His hands gripped your thighs harder, his nails digging into your flesh.

Really, all that talk about wanting to be a good boyfriend and he couldn't even handle ten minutes? Idiot. Your irritation grew as you lifted yourself just enough for the young man under you not to be choked by your pussy. He took greedy gasps of air and coughed a couple times. His entire face was covered in your slick and his lips were almost swollen of the work they'd been forced to do- which was virtually nothing as you hadn't even cum once. You knew he didn't have much going for him but to be this useless was absurd.

You stared at your boyfriend with disappointment.

He noticed your annoyed look and nearly cried. The last thing he ever wanted was to disappoint you, especially when the whole thing had been his idea in the first place. The two of your were supposed to stay in for the night and be comfortable- you had promised him this since months back- but suddenly you got a call from your friends, asking if you wanted to go out. When you told him of your plans he reminded you of your promise and in retaliation you emphasised on your need for fun and excitement; there was no way you would miss the fun for some boring movie he wanted to watch. He already knew begging would be pointless so he came up with another plan to make you stay. In a desperate attempt to keep you he wanted to show how fun he could be.

Unfortunately for him, you were less than pleased with his performance.

Your boyfriend panicked at the thought of underperforming. This wasn't just a matter of wether you were ditching to hang out with your friends, this was now a matter of wether you would find him valuable as a partner at all. He wasn't much of a looker, he had no friends and stayed in his corner all the time. The only advantage he had was his intellect. Too bad you didn't find too much value in that either.

He believed if he could please you as a man then your attitude toward him would shift, but it appeared he couldn't even do that, despite all the materials and videos he'd consumed in his spare time(he wanted to be prepared).

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He fucked up. "Please, I can do it! I-I just need more practice..." he cried.

You rolled your eyes at his typical cry-baby behaviour. Did this man ever shut up? "I don't think practice is ever gonna help you. You're really hopeless, y'know."

He whimpered, "N-no, I said I can do it. Sit down, sit on my face!" he said as he tried to forcibly pull you down to rest onto his face. When you didn't budge he instead leaned up to place hasty kisses on your thighs. He licked and sucked on your skin, enough to leave marks. Despite him sucking-ass at eating you out, you had to admit, seeing him so pathetically glide his tongue over your thighs and beg for your attention sent heat to your core.

You supposed you always had a bit of a thing for pitiful men.

You smirked down at him. "Really? Are you sure you can handle it? It didn't seem like it before."

"Yes, yes I can! I promise I'll make you feel good if you just let me."

You pouted, faking uncertainty. "I don't know, baby. You didn't make me feel good at all before. I'm not convinced you can do it." You loved the way he shivered and let out a mix between a whimper and a moan at your nickname. Oh he just loved being your baby. "You haven't made me cum at all. Don't you want me to cum?"

"Of course I do, (Y/n)! I want nothing more than to pleasure you enough to..-to do that!" He blushed furiously under you.

Aw, he was still a little shy in the language.

"I'll make it happen, I swear." your boyfriends eyes dazed over for a second, blush still present. "I'm simply not used to it, that's all."

"You're not used to make girls cum on your face?" you teased.

Of course he wasn't. Before you he hadn't as much as held hands with someone of the opposite sex. He completely fit the die-alone virgin stereotype.

For the first time in the entire evening he had the courage to look you in the eye. With force determination he said, "I will learn for you (Y/n). If you teach me I'll be sure to satisfy you. I'm a very fast learner."

That was true. If he wasn't then he wouldn't be able to have the highest score out of everyone. His big brain was his only redemption.

"So, tell me, how do you want it?"

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(It’s the first time I’ve tried writing anything explicit, so hope it’s alright.)

[horror130]

Can I get Yandere TBP boys headcanons about the way they try to win over the reader please ?

WIN THEY

Pairing:Romantic

Warning:None really

Finney

🌙 Finn is too shy to talk to you in person for a long time, so he becomes your secret admirer who tries to win you over with love letters and simple gifts, he loves seeing your cute reactions when he finds a love letter and a chocolate in your closet.

Robin

☀️ To win you over he would obviously use all his great charm, he literally tries to act like those heartthrobs in Mexican soap operas, it's the worst, and it really works,he also tries to act as your knight in shining armor protecting you from threats real or not.

Bruce

⚾ He is similar to Robin, he uses charm and popularity to win you over, the only difference between him and Robin is that Bruce is more like a prince charming than a heartthrob.

Vance

♣️ Vance is a different story...he wouldn't try to win you over, he's more like...marking territory, as if...suddenly he got closer to you and the closer he gets to you the more he demonstrates his yandere tendencies.

Billy

🦮 Among them all, Billy is the most normal in terms of winning you over, he invites you on dates, gives you cute gifts, he launches those cute cheesy flirtations, Billy is the one who takes the longest to reveal his obsession with you.

[shirakow]

˗ˏˋ꒰ summary ꒱ ; on his leave, he decided to go to his favorite female idols concert: you! But the thing is, you weren't a girl. SAY HI FOR THE CAMERA, PRETTY THING .

‧₊ ᵎᵎ pair ⋅ ˚✮ ; Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x Male!Reader

WARNINGS ! NSFW , overstimulation , praise , degradation , slight sadism if you squint , light spanking , light exhibitionism , recording .

⁺ ⛧ ; 3k+ words, and finals are almost finished!

ㅤㅤㅤ"Yes! I'm so pumped!" Hizashi punches the air out of excitement, he finally gets to go to his favorite Idols concert! Truthfully, it was a guilty pleasure, because although he'd much rather listen to rock and anything metal, there was a small part of him that loved cutesy jpop music. And right now it's showing.

The pro hero was on leave due to the fact that he got injured a few days ago—severely, might I add. However, even if he's on leave, that doesn't necessarily mean he can just prance around the city either. Hizashi wore his casual clothes, his usual spiked blonde hair tied in a manbun, and a white face mask to top it all off. There you have it! A completely unrecognizable Present Mic in the wild.

Hizashi walked down the crowded halls of the concert venue, bumping into a swarm of people, but one in particular had the person stumbling back and almost falling, had it not been for Hizashi to catch them. He held their wrist gently and pulled them back onto their feet, "Ya okay, sweet thing?" Hizashi asked, he didn't even need to raise his voice in order for the person to hear as his regular volume was already loud enough due to his quirk.

The person raised their head, only to have his jaw drop at the sight that it wasn't just some nasty old freak—it was you of all people. "Thank you so much, sir!" You tried your best to bow with all these people surrounding you, but it pushed you further into Hizashi's arms. He was quick to act and placed his hands on your shoulders, gently leading you away from the crowd while he tried his hardest not to fanboy. You were his favorite idol for Christ's sake!

The moment you reached a somewhat secluded corner, you thanked him once more, saying 'thank yous' over and over again until you were satisfied. Hizashi took this as a chance to gaze at what you were wearing—it was all casual, a contrast to what he normally sees you wearing on stage, but your hair was still tied in that signature side ponytail. Just as you were about to reach your 30th thank you, Hizashi stopped you, "Hey now, ya gotta save yer pretty voice for the concert," he snickered. "Everyones gonna be so sad if ya perform with a tired voice box, pretty lady." Hizashi said in a dramatic tone, before he smiled under his mask.

The way the nickname rolled off his tongue had you squeezing your thighs, an uncomfortable feeling starting to pool at your abdomen.

You stared at him for a few more seconds, then you nodded, "You're right, thank you again, Sir!" You bowed for one last time. In your ears, he sounded like he was flirting, and not the regular kinda pervy flirting you've received from older men or weirdos in general—it seemed more natural, like Hizashi didn't even mean to be flirty: which is even hotter.

And you were right, it just came like breathing for Hizashi, it's like being in the limelight for most of his life finally paid off! Because now he actually managed to talk to his favorite idol without stuttering and geeking.

Just as you turned to run backstage, you glanced back at him, "Wait, I feel like I know you..." You trailed off. You know it's not his appearance since he was covered from head to toe, but rather, his voice—it was familiar to you. He sounded like a late night podcast host, maybe he's on one of those radio shows you occasionally watched? Hizashi flinched upon mention, and he snickered, "I guess I can't really hide it anymore, it's hard to go anywhere with a voice like mine," he slowly pulled his mask down and tilted his glasses downwards, giving you a glimpse of his green eyes and pretty face underneath.

"Present Mic at yer service." Hizashi cooed with a wink, "And before ya ask, no pictures. I'm on leave today!" His usual boisterous personality finally came out as his voice boomed. You stared in awe at him, you didn't even know Pro Heroes listened to your music, much less Present Mic! You didn't even mind his switch in demeanor, it just made you laugh.

Now if that laugh didn't send a pleasurable shiver down Hizashi's spine, it shockingly served as a way to shut him up. "After the concert then... Is it alright if I can meet with you in the back and... Take a few pictures?" You batted your long eyelashes with a small purse to your lips, hoping he wouldn't have to go so soon. "It's not everyday I get to see a Pro Hero at my concert after all." You placed your hand on his chest, slowly sliding them up to gently caress the side of his neck.

Hizashi's whole body shut down at the touch, before he cleared his throat and raised a brow, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but are ya tryin' to flirt with me, pretty thing?" He asked in an unusually quieter tone. "Depends on how you see it." You replied softly, a grin on your red lips. "Well I see it as ya tryin' to get my number, or is it the ego talkin'?" Hizashi wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you in closer.

You bit your bottom lip, and he flinched when you slipped a hand in his back pocket, "H-Hey, what're ya—" you only shushed him. "Relax, it's a VIP pass. Can't have you getting arrested trying to get in through the back..." You whispered as Hizashi scoffed, "I can just sweet talk them." Now it was your turn to do so, "And what? Talk about your sponsor?"

"Maybe." Hizashi chuckled, a grin on his face.

His words made you giggle and pull away which made him pout in disappointment, "Just meet me backstage, I'm looking forward to seeing you in the crowd, Present Mic." The way you said his hero name had him melting, he's so glad he can call that alias his. Now what he wanted to hear was for you to call his real name.

Like he promised, Hizashi stood right outside your private room with his back against the wall. He managed to slip through the guards using the VIP pass you slipped him when you were talking. After a while of waiting, he got a bit impatient. He desperately wanted to see you and take some pictures, and he'd hang it up on the wall along with the other band posters he had! Maybe he'll even empty out a space just to make it a lot more special.

Hizashi tapped his foot on the floor, before he sighed and opened the door when he got tired of waiting. "Pardon me for the intrusion—!" He said in a sing-song tone, only to pause when he saw you touching up your makeup in front of the mirror, your pretty pink dress ruffled up a bit with your hair set neatly on the vanity table. Wait, what?

Your hair was a wig?! You panicked and got a hold of your wig and threw it on, albeit messily but it was already too late now. Hizashi's mouth flew open in shock, before he shook his head and approached you, letting the door close behind him.

"Ya... What..." He sputtered out, trying to figure out what was going on, before he came to two conclusions. Hizashi unexpectedly placed a hand under your chin and gently turned your head left and right, as if observing you. "Say..." He trailed off quietly, "Talk." He said, uncharacteristically too blunt for your liking. You stuttered a few words out, but not coherent ones as you were too flustered for getting caught, "Look, it's not what it looks like..." Hizashi raised a brow and tilted his head.

"Ya know, if ya hadn't said that, I would've believed it if ya told me ya were just a girl with short hair," he hummed, rubbing your chin with his thumb. "But I'm guessing it is what it looks like." Hizashi said with a small grin forming on his face, "Yer a boy, aren't ya?" Hizashi knew it was wrong to ask, and incredibly insensitive if it turns out you were actually a girl with short hair who sounded like a prepubescent teenage boy.

You flinched at the question, and decided to play it off, "What? Of course not!" You lied through your teeth. Your contract prohibited you from telling the truth, after all. Hizashi snickered and pulled his mask off and shoved it in his pocket, "I don't mind, sweet thing. And besides, I'm not one to share others' secrets." He cooed, gently taking your wig off and threw it aside, causing it to hit the wall and slide down to the floor.

You gulped thickly when you were exposed, "You promise?" You asked, holding onto Hizashi's wrist. He bit his bottom lip as he fought back a smirk, "I promise, don't worry yer pretty little head, baby." Hizashi whispered in a sultry tone, before he paused when he thought about something.

"... Ya still up for that picture taking session?"

"Yeah, set up the camera just like that, baby." Hizashi cooed into your ear as you bent over on his lap to set the phone up on a stand. It would've been a lot easier if you just stood up, if it weren't for Hizashi's tight hold on your hips, and his dick buried deep in your ass. "Come on, how hard is it to set up a phone?" He commented with a raised brow, growing impatient.

You rolled your eyes and was about to bite back when he suddenly gave your hole a sharp thrust, causing the tip of his cock to hit your prostate head on. You moaned, arching your spine and accidentally let go of the phone, making it fall back on the table. You looked back at Hizashi with furrowed brows, "Stay still, will you." You grumbled out in annoyance and went back to fixing the camera.

Hizashi snickered and pushed your fluffy shirt back to gently rub circles on your lower back. "Can't help it, ya'd do the same if ya had yer dick up your favorite idols ass." He bit his bottom lip and moved your hips to grind you against him. You huffed, "You're too impatient." You commented as you finally got the phone set up on the stand.

"And yer too slow." Hizashi immediately started fucking into you when you clicked record, lifting your hips and bringing it back down on his cock like a fleshlight. Your eyes widened, holding onto the cushions in between Hizashi's spread legs for some leverage, "Y-You fucker!" You moaned, trying your best not to moan too loud as you're still in the concert venue.

Hizashi laughed, using his other hand to lift your skirt up, exposing your leaking cock to the camera—bouncing up and down as he thrusted in and out of your ass. "Aye... Look at that pretty cock... Yer fuckin' leakin'..." He bit his bottom lip at the sight. You were quick to cover it up with your hands out of embarrassment, which made Hizashi spank your thigh.

"Don't cover 'em, I'm not gonna show this to anyone, baby..." Hizashi whispered into your ear, pressing his chest against your back as he gently got a hold of your wrists and slowly pulled them away from your boy parts. "This is for me and my eyes alone... So let me see your dick, baby... Let the camera see..." He urged, smirking slightly when he saw you hesitantly move your hands away from in between your legs.

"Attaboy." Hizashi praised and moved his hands to go under your thighs, pulling them up so you're on Nelson, letting the camera see his thick cock spreading your tight hole out. "Fuckk... I could just cum at the sight of that..." He groaned, his dick twitching inside you as he went back to thrusting into your ass.

You squealed, reaching behind you to grab a fistful of Hizashi's hair as you felt yourself coming closer. "M-Mic..." Hizashi groaned and shook his head, "Call me Hizashi, baby... Fuck, call me that, please..." He begged as he nipped on your neck, sucking and licking on your sensitive spot to make a mark.

"D-Don't leave a hickey...!" You panted breathlessly, your other hand grabbing hold of Hizashi's thigh. He growled into your ear, biting down onto your neck just to spite you, "Ya can just cover 'em up... Ya can't really blame me for wantin' to make the world know yer mine..."

Hizashi chuckled, kissing the spot gently as an apology as his free hand dropped one of your thighs and got a hold of your cock, enclosing his palm around the tip—circling and twisting it to get all the precum out. You cried, desperately trying to close your thighs at his rough ministrations. "Ah ah ah, don't close 'em, or else I'm gonna leave you 'ere. Empty and stretched out..." Hizashi warned with a small sadistic grin.

Tears rolled down your cheeks but you nodded nonetheless, "Y-You're so mean... Ngh...!~" You sobbed and babbled incoherent nonsense. Hizashi cooed at your words, and once he deemed his palm wet enough, he started to fist your cock roughly in time with his thrusts.

Your tongue lolled out, arching your back away from Hizashi's chest. He let out a loud 'ohhh' as he watched your cock release spurts of cum, "There we go, attaboy... Yer doin' so good..." Hizashi praised into your ear, watching your reactions from the small phone on the table. "Ya look good from this angle." He snickered as his pace started to get sloppy and desperate.

"Fuck, I'm close... Inside or out?" Hizashi asked you. You were too fucked out at this point, your whole body ached and shook at the overstimulation and continued thrusts from Hizashi even though you just came.

"Mm... A-Ah...—nside...~" You were too far gone. Hizashi raised a brow and smirked, "What was that?" He gave a harsh thrust, his grip on your cock growing tighter. You sobbed as your eyes rolled back, "I-Inside! Please, inside...!" You begged breathlessly, it's like you just threw your dignity away the moment you got some dick. It's been years anyway.

Hizashi groaned and nodded, "Roger..." He reached to the side and got a hold of your discarded panties, before shoving it into your mouth to gag you up. "Taste yerself for a little while..." Hizashi put your thighs down and slowly pulled out of you, which earned a muffled whine of disappointment from you.

He chuckled and stood up, pulling you with him and had you bend down on the coffee table—directly in front of the camera. Your eyes widened at your appearance: your makeup was ruined, mascara running down your rosy cheeks and your hair was a mess. Hizashi noticed you staring at yourself while he positioned himself back into your ass.

You looked away from the phone in embarrassment, only for Hizashi to laugh and grab a hold of the device. "Don't worry, I'll keep yer face out of it." He instead hovered it over to where they'll soon be connected, and pushed back inside your ass with a groan. "Still tight as hell..." Hizashi held onto your hip with one hand and began fucking you again.

Your eyes crossed, gripping onto the table for dear life as he sobbed. Tasting yourself on your tongue as drool rolled down your chin. Hizashi watched his dick disappear and reappear from your hole, the way cum created a small halo around the base of his cock, and the way your ass bounced—just the sight of you taking his cock had him moaning.

"C-Close... Fuck I'm so close..." Hizashi bit his bottom lip, reaching under you to stroke your sensitive dick. You shook violently and came for the 2nd time, his heavy balls slapping against your own. Hizashi's hips stuttered as he let go of his phone and pulled you up, your back meeting his chest as he swiftly took your panties out your mouth and turned your head to kiss you sloppily.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth and moaned against your lips, giving one last thrust before he came inside you. Hot spurts of cum coating your gummy walls. You squealed, a few more drops of pre running down your red cock. Hizashi pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, "Ya... Okay...?" He asked with a tired chuckle.

You were in a daze, but you managed to give him a nod nonetheless. Hizashi smiled and gave you one last peck on the lips, "'m sorry for being so mean... I'll make it up to ya." He offered as he slowly pulled out of you, making you hiss at how sensitive you were. Hizashi gently patted your ass and settled you on your couch, grabbed a towel from your chair and slowly wiped your lower half clean—making sure not to overstimulate you any further.

"How... Are you gonna make it up... To me..." You breathed out while staring at him, eyes lidded with fatigue. Hizashi thought for a moment before snickering, "I'll give ya an autograph?" He joked. You groaned and turned around to look away from him.

"I'm kiddin', sweet cheeks. What should I do to make it up to ya?" He asked, his hand rubbing your waist from behind while he kneeled in front of the couch. You were silent for a few seconds, taking his question into consideration before you glanced over your shoulder, "Give me your number." Hizashi paused, then he laughed.

"I already left it on yer vanity."

"Do you just carry a business card everywhere you go?"

"Hey, it came in handy today, don't ya think?" Well, yeah. At least he's one call away for another dicking down session.

© shirakow ; im in heat .

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[fatkish]

Erasermic x Male Reader NSFW

Ahh! I can’t stop thinking of Aizawa and Hizashi every time I hear this song. I mean, imagine being their boy toy. Using their cute little boy toy to make themselves feel good. They’ll make out right in front of you. Hizashi sucking you off and eating you out. Aizawa and Hizashi cumming on your face.

Thinking of Aizawa filling you up with his and Hizashi’s cum only to put a plug inside you to keep it all in. Imagine one of them sitting on your face as you eat them out, while the other is bouncing himself on your cock. Purposefully clenching his ass just to add that extra sensation.

While one of them is f~~~ing you, the other grabs your hair and forces his cock down your throat. Drool is slipping out from the corner of your mouth as your eyes roll back from the relentless attack on your prostate by the other. They’re both groaning and telling you how good you’re making them feel and how tight you are.

Aizawa grabs your cock while he’s thrusting into you. He squeezes it, giving it a few good pumps and just edging you as you claw at Hizashi’s hips, his dick deep in your throat keeping you quiet.

[theoriginalkaminari]

Would you ever write what Yandere Aizawa or Present Mic would be like? Also I love your writing!

Thank you so much! I appreciate you!

Also, would you like both?

Because like goddamn, there is no escape from EITHER.

Imagine you're a fellow teacher at U.A hero academy.

You're literally the perfect thing, beautiful, (handsome), kind, innocent and intelligent. Who wouldn't like you?

When you first got a job at U.A, Shota Aizawa was pretty distant towards you. As he is to most people.

"Aizawa, would you like to-"

"No."

"But I didn't even-"

"No."

So yeah, at first Aizawa had no interest in you or what you had to offer. But you were so nice...and every kid in his class looked up to you because of how amazing you were...and Aizawa just couldn't ignore you for long. He would often hear his class talking about you in class.

"Y/N-Sensei looked so cool today!"

"How did they get their quirk to be so strong, ribbit..."

"Man!! They're so manly!"

"Tch. Whatever. Their not that strong."

"Huh? Oh, come on, Kacchan! You know their awesome! Just admit it!"

"Shut it, dunce face, before I toss you out the damn window."

These were just some of the conversations Aizawa heard about you. Most of them talked about how strong you or your quirk was, with the occasional pervy comment left by Mineta.

Aizawa gets more and more interested in you day after day. The way you dress, how you talk, he slowly but surely starts becoming more and more protective and even possessive over you.

He gets closer to you, listens to you ramble about your hyperfixations, or just anything, really.

He stil trys l convinces himself that he doesn't love you, but that ends quickly when you start dating a pro hero.

Aizawa was fucking furious. Why would you waist your time on a person who loves the spotlight more than they love you, when you could be with him?!

The only reason the person isn't dead yet, is because Aizawa doesn't want you to be upset.

So instead he just makes sure that pro hero can't climb up the hero ranks. For your whole relationship with them, that pro hero is stuck at the 30th spot.

But that all changes when you don't come to work one day. Because Aizawa is a good person, he goes to your apartment to make sure you're okay.

You end up spilling your guts out to him, cryong as you say you found out the pro hero you were dating cheated on you with a hotter co-worker.

All laws about murder, prepare to be ignored!

The raven haired man kills him, obviously. Not like a lot of people would be distraught, he wasn't popular at all. Thanks to him, of course. Hardly anyone cared, even you. That asshole treated you like shit, but you still felt bad.

Doing you a favor, Aizawa even made it seem like the girl that pro hero cheated on you with was the one who killed him, and she was sent to the slammer.

But he still didn't have you.

"Heya, Shota!" Hizashi smiles brightly as he takes a seat next to his friend in the teacher's lounge.

Aizawa simply nods at him. Hizashi tilts his head, leaning back on the chair he sits in. Hizashi isn't stupid, he can see that something's bothering his bestfriend. "Somethin' wrong, Shota?" He asks in a quieter tone, which isn't saying much.

Aizawa nods again.

Hizashi looks around the teachers lounge, making sure its empty. He leans in closer, a devilish smirk on his face. "Ya know, Shota." He whispers, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"I know what you did." He whispers in his ear, making Aizawa freeze. Aizawa panics inside, but he remains a calm exterior so Hizashi doesn't suspect anything. Maybe he's talking about something else.

"I know you killed that new hero, didn't you?" Hizashi finally whispers again. Aizawa freezes again. No. Hizashi...wouldn't report him to the police...would he? He wouldn't expose him! Would...Aizawa have to kill him too?

Suddenly, Hizashi smirks. "Hey, hey, don't panic." He laughs, pulling off him slightly. "You did it for L/N, right?" He asks in a very quiet tone.

Aizawa glances at him. Now he was confused. What? Why was he asking? "Why does it matter?Don't tell me I'll have to kill you too." Aizawa says in a threatening and quiet tone.

Hizashi smiles and shakes his head. "No, no!" He leans closer again. "In fact," that same devilish grin appears on his face. "I want in." He whispers.

Thats how Eraserhead and Present Mic became partners in becoming incredibly obsessed with you.

Now, Hizashi was a lot different than Aizawa, and 10 times more obsessed. He's a lot more manipulative and controlling, and very very very clingy.

Together, they work together. Aizawa kills, and Hizashi covers it up.

Hizashi puts secret cameras in your office and Aizawa watches the footage. Honestly, you should really lock your doors...

...because they also enjoy watching you sleep in person.

I mean, what?

[wildandsmile]

hi i would love to ask for a fanfic about akito yamada from "my love story with yamada kun" unfortunately the fandom is small so there's not enough smut abt him 😭 i really have a thing for drunk fanfics where the character takes care of the reader and then they do the boombayah 💀 i would love to see more writers write about my man 😞 about his personality i'd say he's a very calm and introverted guy and doesnt show much emotions (lets say hes a pretty stoic guy). Thank u sm 💜

Drunken love

Wc:1.2k

Tw: Grammar mistakes (English is hard man)

An: It’s been a while since I saw the show so I hope I got his character right

Drunk Reader

Yamada is incredibly caring when you’re drunk. He’s the type to hold your hair back while you’re throwing up, make sure you have water and some painkillers ready, and take care of everything else you might need.

He’d even cancel his stream for the day just to stay by your side. Sure, he might lose some money, and his guild members might be frustrated, but none of that matters to him—you always come first.

Yamada is usually quiet by nature, but when you’re drunk, he becomes even more soft-spoken, making sure not to make a sound that could worsen your headache. He’ll stay close, cuddling you and gently playing with your hair until you drift off to sleep. Honestly, it’s impossible not to fall for him in those moments.

When he’s taking care of you, it’s hard to keep your thoughts from wandering. His soft whispers and tender touch are enough to make you melt. And the way he gets so overprotective when you’re not in control—always keeping a hand on you, staying within arm’s reach—it’s overwhelming in the best way. At some point, you just can’t take it anymore.

You call out, your hands fumbling aimlessly, grasping at nothing like a lost child. The room feels disorienting, but soon enough, you see Yamada rounding the corner, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in each hand. He sets them down gently beside you, then helps you sit up, his touch firm yet comforting. Once you're upright, he helps you drink the water, steadying the glass so you don’t spill or drop it. When you finish, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, his voice low and tender. "You're doing so well for me love," he murmurs, a smile playing at the corner of his lips before he helps you ease back down into the bed.Despite the fog of drunkenness, your mind can't help but drift back to him, to the way his touch lingers just a bit too long, the way his words make your heart race. The simplest actions—like drinking water or lying back down—suddenly feel charged, making you feel flushed and restless. You try to dismiss the heat rising in you, telling yourself it’s just the alcohol. So when Yamada returns, sleeves rolled up and carrying a tray of food and more water, you knew it wasn’t the alcohol but you ignored that and focused on the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. It's not much, just a light build, but it's enough to make you ache for more. The sight of him, so effortlessly attentive, only heightens the tension building in you. You can’t ignore it anymore.“Yamada... Yamada... Yamada," you call softly, your voice faint, yet intentional. When he turns toward you, a faint smile tugging at his lips, you extend your arms toward him. He understands immediately and walks over, kneeling down until you're face to face. Seizing the moment, you wrap your arms around him, drawing him closer, and gently press your head into the curve of his neck.” he asks, trying to pull away just enough to see your face. But you don’t let him, instead leaning in closer to whisper softly in his ear, “Mmm, I need you.” He turns his head slightly, attempting to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks, but you’re relentless. You start trailing kisses along his neck, causing him to flinch and jump slightly at the sensation"Come on, we can't not when you like this," he says, trying to squirm away from your grasp. "But I want to," you add as you press your lips into his skin, but he doesn't utter a word until you rub your feet over his hardening cock causing him to hiss and dig his fingers into your ankle. "Fine, if that's what you wanted, I'll give it to you," he says, pulling his hair back with one hand, his eyes now filled with desire and his lips now ghosting across your thighs. "But don't be mad if I keep you up all night ok."

Drunk Yamada

Yamada becomes a bit more talkative and needy when he's drunk, which is quite different from his usual quiet self. He’s also more touchy, so don’t be surprised if he ends up crawling all over you.

Make sure you enjoy it while it lasts, because tomorrow, he’ll be back to his usual silent, reserved self. If he remembers everything from the night before, he’ll probably be even less talkative.

Of course, you take care of him the same way he takes care of you when you're drunk—keeping water and painkillers on hand, cooking nice meals, helping him change his clothes, and everything else.

But naturally, you take advantage of his drunken state to tease him. You might coax him into telling you he loves you or treat him like a child until he’s blushing and a mess. It’s a side of him you don’t usually see, but Yamada doesn’t mind, even if it’s a bit embarrassing.

"Come on, Yamada, just one more time, please?" you ask, pouting cutely.""No, I don’t want to," he replies, his face flushed from both embarrassment and the sake he drank earlier. "You're just going to make fun of me again."I swear I won’t," you reassure him, placing a hand gently on his thigh. But he still resists. Sighing, you pull out your secret weapon. "Fine, I guess I’ll just have to leave you here then." You stand up, preparing to walk away. To your surprise, he grabs your leg and pulls you back. "Fine, I'll say it," he mutters, his eyes wide like a child. You sit back down quickly, pulling out your phone to record this moment. You knew you might not get another chance to capture him like this."I-I love you," he stammers, his voice still a bit slurred from the alcohol. Once he finishes, you turn off your phone, give him a quick kiss on the head, and ruffle his hair affectionately. "See you did such a good job," you say before getting up to go fix him something nice to eat but once again he stops you this time he gives you a lustful look "If did such a good job does that mean I get a reward," he says his hand now dragging up you thigh slowly "Come on Yamada your to out of it for that" you say before going back down to look him eye to eye but he jumps on you before you can speak again catching your lips in a deep kiss your tongues battling for dominance not stopping until you're both out of breath. You watch as the ribbon of saliva that was joining your lips broke, making you quiver with need. In the middle of your heated kiss, he managed to pin you down to the ground, your hands now bound above your head. You look at him, waiting for his next move, but when he doesn't do anything, you take this as your chance to tease him a little more. "Well, you got me down here, so why don't you come and take your reward?" you murmur, your lips ghosting over his. He gives you a short peck before nudging his head into the crock of your neck. "With pleasure," he says with a cute stutter, his lips now ghosting close to your ear, utilizing this opportunity to wrap your calf around his waist. "Well, I'm ready when you are, love."

[biggestxsimps]

Yandere Taro & Ayato x male reader

Where reader is a popular guy who’s friends with all the groups. He always has his arm draped around someone, either across their shoulders or around the waist (platonically.) However everyone has developed feelings for him because of it. Especially the yan duo, who aren’t too keen on sharing with anyone else but themselves.

Kidnapped By Obsession

Yandere!Ayato Aishi + Yandere!Taro Yamada x Male Reader

A/N: Hello! This fic was requested over on our Tumblr! Thank you so much for this request, I absolutely enjoyed writing this fic, probably one of my favourites I’ve written yet. This fic is a little over 2.3k words, thank you for being very patient with me, this was delayed for a little while but I hope you guys enjoy it. Any feedback is appreciated!

(I do not support yandev.)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 

Yandere simulator, Yanderes, Murder, Weapons, Blood, Violence and Kidnapping!

Y/N arrived at school late, a few minutes after the bell had rung for break. He walked over to his locker, putting his bag away and grabbing out his bento box. Just as he shut his locker, Kokona popped up into his vision, a small smile appeared on the female's face. “Hi Y/N-Kun! I didn’t see you in the morning so I figured you weren’t coming to school today.” she spoke softly, taking his hand in her own.

Y/N smiled in return as Kokona started to lead him towards the doors of the courtyard. “I slept in.” he responds, chuckling softly as he pushes the door open, Kokona following after him as they stroll through the courtyard, eyes following the two. Well, more so Y/N. An extremely well known and popular guy at the school, he practically befriended everyone he knew. He was very charismatic and easy to get along with.

Kokona let out a small laugh, slowly letting go of his hand. Osana looked up, seeing Y/N had finally arrived. She groaned softly, seeing the purple haired female there besides him already. She huffed, turning to face Taro who was already watching the two approach them.

“Taro! She’s always with him, practically a fly stuck to a spider's web. It sucks, I never get alone time with him without that idiot around.” she whined lowly, referring to Kokona.

Taro locked eyes onto Y/N, he couldn’t help but stare, completely blocking out Osana’s whining and complaining. He could feel his heart race slightly, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was absolutely perfect in every way, shape, and form. Whilst he was lost in thought, Osana grew increasingly irritated with her best friend, she shoved him harshly, Taro suddenly snapping out of his thoughts.

Kokona exchanged a friendly greeting with Taro, trying her best to greet the ginger. Meanwhile Osana snarled slightly, being completely impolite but still managing a quick ‘Hello.’

Y/N greeted Osana with a happy expression, absolutely glad to see his friend after the weekend. Osana’s demeanour changed within seconds as her friend acknowledged her. “Hi Y/N-Kun!” she spoke ecstatic, her mood being ruined when he turned his attention to Taro.

Taro smiled slightly, watching him. “Hello Y/N..” he said timidly, feeling his heartbeat pace faster. “Hello Taro, it’s nice seeing you again.” he spoke, giving a small nod.

The raven haired male’s cheeks lit up, dusting a soft pink coat as Kokona and Y/N started to walk off, Osana walked after them, Taro shutting his book and following closely behind. “Can I come? It gets kinda lonely just sitting here.” he hummed, finding some excuse to come with them.

Y/N gave a small nod of approval, Taro walked behind them, listening in on their conversation, trying to pick out the things on Y/N.

A few minutes beforehand, Ayato was propped up against the tree in the courtyard, stalking Taro as per usual. He didn’t feel the same, not like he used to when stalking him, he wasn’t lovestruck, he barely felt anything anymore for him. His heart wasn’t running 100 miles an hour like it used to.

He was pulled away from his thoughts as he watched two new people enter his vision. He could recognise Kokona, but Y/N not so much. He had seen the other around school, but he didn’t think much of him until now. His heart raced, feeling his cheeks heat up as he cupped them slightly, letting out a sound of frustration.

He shook his head slightly. He needed to remain alert at all times, no time for fussing over Y/N when he ‘loved’ Taro.

Aishi observed them from afar before deciding to walk after them, making sure to maintain some distance. He wasn’t going to let some lousy male get between him and Taro, he would ‘still willingly’ do anything and everything for him.

Once they arrived, Taro took a seat, Osana and Kokana sitting beside him, Y/N sitting on the edge beside Osana, engaging in some small talk with her as he ate his food.

Taro averted his gaze, watching Osana with a loathing look in his eyes. He was vaguely annoyed, not liking how much attention Osana was getting at all. He nearly lost his cool just from the simple touch of Y/N placing a hand on her shoulder in a friendly manner.

Kokona noticed his irritation but decided to stay quiet, not thinking further about it. She was sure the two friends had some small argument earlier, there seemed to always be an issue between those two.

Not far away, Ayato was watching from the doorway to the roofs before moving over to a wall nearby where they sat, glancing around the corner, trying to overhear the conversation. It was when he’d realised that Y/N had his hands on Osana’s shoulders, his face contorting into a look of slight disgust.

Timeskip:

Over the last few weeks, Y/N had started to see a repeating pattern of Kokona and Osana constantly ignoring him, or walking off every time he tried to speak to them or anything. In fact, when he would go up to other people they’d just dismiss their conversations and go elsewhere. He was super confused, why were people suddenly avoiding him.

Had he done something wrong? He hadn’t heard anything bad.

He found it slightly weird that only Taro and Ayato had come up to him with no worries at all, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, he was sure it was nothing at all.

Kokona and Osana were both absolutely petrified. Not only for themselves but also for the safety of Y/N.

Kokona had received an absolute brutal letter not long ago, threatening to blackmail her or potentially murder her if she got in the way between Y/N and Ayato. Whilst only a few days ago Osana was held at knife point by Taro as he intimidated her, Y/N right around the corner.

It was just a little after school as Y/N roamed the halls in hope to find someone he could speak to. He averted his gaze, seeing Budo just outside of the martial arts club.

Budo looked up, seeing Y/N come over to him. He sucked in a breath, looking around nervously before he spoke. “Haha! Y/N. It’s great to see you! What brings you to the uhm-..martial arts club?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/N observed the others body language, letting out a small groan in response. “You too? Budo. What’s going on?. Have I done something?” He asked, praying for answers. It was really starting to bug him now, he even thought it might have been the bullies doing, but even they turned a blind eye on him and he was respected by them too.

Budo stepped from side to side slightly, trying his best to suppress his nervous fidgeting. He glanced around before grabbing Y/N’s wrist gently, pulling him inside of the club room before shutting the door and looking around in panic.

Y/N slowly draped an arm on his shoulder, tapping his shoulder gently to try and distract him from his worries. “Budo relax, nothings going to happen. Whatever you’re worrying about..I’m here.” He smiled.

With reassurance from Y/N, Budo stopped and looked at him, leaning into his comforting chaste touch. “I overheard a conversation between Yamada and Aishi talking about how to make others avoid you. I’m unsure why but they were rambling on about how everyone is taking you away from them.”

Y/N looked at the other, he wore a blank expression. He was unsure how to feel at the sudden news. But it did make sense why others were avoiding him so much and why Ayato and Taro hadn’t. He could feel himself going to be sick. He gave a small nod, smiling slightly at Budo. “Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it..” he responds, pulling the martial arts club leader in a warm hug.

Budo reluctantly wrapped his arms around his torso, giving a small nod in response. He closed his eyes for a moment, figuring how dead he would be if he were caught anywhere near Y/N. He slowly opened his eyes, fixating them onto a familiar looking silhouette through the doors. He immediately let go of Y/N in panic, pointing back at the door.

Y/N whipped his head around, only getting a small glimpse of the shadow before the person fled. He sucked in a breath, his heart starting to race. He glanced around, grabbing Mastudas wrist as he opened the door and poked his head out before he started to quietly walk down the hallway with him.

The raven haired boy looked around quickly, keeping quiet, as if he was trying not to alert the person. He knew many people wouldn’t be around so he Prayed they would get out of there quickly.

Within minutes, the two had flown down the stairs, running side by side, footsteps trailing not far behind them as they exited the school building, slowing down when they heard the steps come to a halt. Budo leaned over, resting his hands on his knees as breathed heavily, Y/N leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

“I think..- we lost..them..-” Budo sighed, slowly getting up.”Go home Y/N.” he spoke again.

Y/N raised a brow, he was clearly worried for Budos safety. “Are you sure?” he asked, Budo giving a small nod of reassurance once more. Without another word, Y/N gave the other a hug before quickly leaving the school grounds. He had great faith in Budo, he was the leader of the martial arts club.

They went their separate ways, Y/N starting to head home. On his way home, he couldn't help but feel tense. He couldn’t shake off what Budo told him minutes ago, he felt weirded out. What would Taro and Ayato want with him? He was convinced that Taro and Osana were in love, he was also sure he had caught Ayato stalking Taro too months ago! He was starting to overthink it too much, he was driving himself down a pothole of anxiety.

Whilst he was lost in thought, someone approached him from ubehind, following closely behind him, awaiting for the perfect moment to strike. Within seconds, the figure wrapped their arms around Y/N, a black glove covering his mouth, the other gripping onto his side tightly to stop him from moving around. “Quit moving, unless you want to die.” The voice spoke, slowly bringing a bloody knife to his neck.

Y/N went stiff in their grasp, immediately recognising the voice. He went into an instant state of panic as he stayed still, listening to every word they said.

There was no way Ayato would actually hurt Y/N! He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He loved him alot, even more than when he had loved Taro previously. Something about the other drove him to absolute insanity, he couldn’t see himself getting violent with Y/N like he thought about with Yamada.

After a few threats and thrashing around, Y/N slowly complied with him and did as he said. He had tried his best to fight back, but the awkward position wasn’t helping him

Ayato grabbed out a cloth which was already covered in chloroform. Wasn’t the safest option, but he figured Y/N could handle it. He held it against Y/N’s mouth and nose. Slowly but surely his body went limp in the other's arms, everything going black.

A soft groan fell from Y/N’s lips, his body aching slightly. How long had he been out for? Just as he went to stretch out his body, his movements were restricted. He hissed slightly, feeling rope burn against his skin. He then recalled what happened, immediately his body going into an utter state of panic as he tried his best to compose himself.

A disgusting scent filled his nose, the smell of something metallic and rusty.

He was snapped out of thoughts as he heard something scuffle nearby, the lights being switched on. Y/N squinted his eyes, allowing him a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the brightness before his gut whirled.

Taro walked in, Ayato following not too far behind him with a small smile. “You’re awake! I hope Ayato wasn’t too rough. He insisted on bringing you here.” He spoke, grumbling softly.

Ayato rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Y/N looked up at the two horrified. He could still imagine the bloody gloves, the feeling of the liquid leaking onto his clothes whilst he was fighting against Ayato.

Oh he could only imagine whose blood it was…

He prayed that Budo got home safely.

“I didn’t hurt him. He's fine. See, no injuries.” Ayato spoke, kicking off the wall and walking over to Y/N, gripping his chin gently. “You’re not scared, are you?” He asked lowly.

Y/N tensed up, shaking his head. “Whose blood..was that on you?” He asked with a shaky voice.

Ayato chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. “The martial arts leader, uh Budo Matsuda. That guy who had his arms around you..” he mumbled, his skin crawling just at the thought of others being anywhere near him.

Y/N sunk back into his chair, his breathing quickening slightly. He knew he shouldn’t have left Budo alone. “You’re sick! Both of you- Oh my fucking god..” he yelled out, seeing Taro dragging Budo’s limp body along the floor. He felt sick, visibly gagging a few times.

Yamada glanced over at Y/N, smiling slightly and rubbing his neck. “Sorry Y/N, I gotta get rid of the body.” He hummed. He looked extremely happy, it made Y/N sick to his core. How could someone be so cruel?

Y/N looked away, clenching his eyes shut tightly, hoping that this was just all a bad dream. He shut out the voices of both Ayato and Taro, his whole world going quiet as he sat there in silence.

Masterlist

- Written by Owner 2

[pink-tonic]

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Description: After a sudden death at Akademi High, the students are given a short break. Once they come back, everything seems normal, but that isn't fully the case.

The leader of the Newspaper Club and childhood friend of Ayato Aishi, (Y/N) (L/N), is trying to get to the bottom of the death and putting a stop to any future tragedies.

But with the added obstacles of admirers and strained relationships, will he be able to complete this goal before anyone else is killed?

(Ayato Aishi, Taeko Yamada, and various male rivals x male reader)

Warnings: Yandere themes (Stalking, obsessiveness, Killing, unhealthy relationships), death, sexual harassment, bullying, graphic depictions of violence, and mentions of blood

(These themes won't be present in every chapter, but I'll make sure to put a warning before the start if they do show up)

Additional Notes: To get something out the way, I DON'T support Yandere Dev at all. I find his actions to be horrible, but I just didn't have the heart to trash this story. This is my most planned story, and I just don't want to get rid of it because of someone's actions. I hope you understand.

This story has an alternating POV between (Y/N) and Ayato. Each chapter will have a newspaper or a knife emoji. The newspaper is for your POV and the knife is for Ayato's POV

Chapters

Prologue📰

Prologue🔪

The First Day📰

Day One🔪

A Week In📰

Week One🔪

Come Get Your Paper!📰

Set the Plan Into Motion🔪

The False Letter📰

Can This Be Called a Success?🔪

What to Do?📰

New Week and a New Face📰

Time to go Back🔪

It Haunts Me📰

Moving On🔪

Hostage Mission🔪

Odd📰

What's the Hold Up?🔪

A New Week and a New Treat🔪

Answer to the Problem🔪

Outcome🔪

Did You Hear?📰

A New Week and New Drama🔪

I'm Not Made for That!📰

The Plan is Happening Now?🔪

This is How You Do It🔪

Another Letter?📰

Give Him This🔪

In Love?📰

Failure🔪

A New Week, a New Oddity📰

Stalker Stalking Another Stalker🔪

Picture Perfect for Me🔪

The Feeling That Stays📰

What's Going On?📰

Do What You Have to Do🔪

It's Over🔪

Guilt📰

A New Week and a New Realization🔪

Eye-Catching📰

No Explanation🔪

Missing📰

Who Needed You Anyway?🔪

Swim to Your Heart's Content🔪

Too Much📰

Realization🔪

New Week and a New Nurse📰

A New Start?🔪

Pushing the Line🔪

Interesting...📰

Watch Your Back, Kana🔪

A Break Would be Nice📰

What to Do?🔪

Where is He...?📰

Suspicious📰

Murmurs🔪

Pick-up🔪

A New Week and a New Teacher📰

Getting a Little Too Close, Aren't We?🔪

How Could it be You?📰

The Plan is Set📰

Your Fate is in my hands🔪

The Awaited Downfall📰

A New Week, New Trouble📰

Another Plan Must be Made🔪

A Little Change Never Hurt Nobody🔪

You're Oddly Sweet📰

A Step in the Right Direction🔪

Drama Kings📰

The Night of a Dozen Delinquents🔪

Peaceful Night is Gone📰

New Week, New Student📰

Last One... Right?🔪

Four is One Too Many📰

Dirty Tricks do Get You Somewhere📰

Day Off With You📰

New Week, New Renovations📰

Rapid Research🔪

Watcher📰

Forgotten Saikou🔪

Make You Look Good📰

One Last Time🔪

[duxearlier]

FATED LOVE

< aizawa shouta x reader >

Synopsis: After graduating u.a, y/n l/n left Japan to pursue their career in America, leaving all of their friends behind. Few years later, they finally return and the first person they see is no other than their ex-boyfriend Aizawa Shota bringing back some old feelings that they never thought would come back.

warning: Spoiler warning, swearing, yelling, bullying.

genre: Ex lovers to lovers, angst, hurt, fluff, lots of lots of hurt tho-. It does get better at the end. I promise. 

taglist: closed

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PROFILES

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHARTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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[yandererererere]

Okay, the MHA yandere fandom has a real problem of only doing yan EraserMic. Please let Mic have his own darling (romantic). Stop making him share all the time. Please, I just want a dark fic of yan Mic with his own male darling. Is that too much to ask for?

[reallyromealone]

I cannot find NEARLY enough fics with this concept in mind so pls pretend I’m not being a horny bastard requesting this. Could I get a/b/o breeding kink fic. With Aizawa x Hizashi x reader. If you need more help with picturing this concept I could dm you(saying this bc I saw u say you needed guidance for nsfw) sorry for publicly being a freak 😔 if I do dm you pls keep my request anonymous this is too embarrassing

Aizawa x Yamada x male reader omegaverse

NSFW

[misstycloud]

Yandere loser

Yandere!Loser who is a prime example of the stereotypical nerd. He is not especially good-looking, has no friends(if you don’t count the pigeons he feeds in the park on Saturdays) and faints at the idea of being the centre of attention. Usually when he is, it’s not for a good reason.

Yandere!Loser who thinks you’re very pretty. Granted, it’s what everyone else thought too. But you’re totally different from him! You are popular, has many friends (who’re not birds..) and is not shy at all.

Yandere!Loser who wishes he was in your league. That way he might actually have a shot at being with you. The only thing he’s not average in is his grades. He had the idea of tutoring you and that way get close to you, but he scrapped that idea the same day. He just didn’t have the courage for it.

Yandere!Loser who thinks he’s dreaming. You were confessing your love to him!! Of all people?! He has to pinch himself hard to prove he is, in fact, in reality and this was not a fantasy his mind had created.

Yandere!Loser who starts stuttering in front of you. He humbly(and quickly) accepts your confession. The poor boy is too caught up in the moment to notice your grossed-out expression. He is so thankful for your feelings. The thing is, he too, is in love with you. He would’ve wanted to seal your future with a kiss, but when you back away, he fidgets nervously and says it’s fine; your kiss can wait.

Yandere!Loser who wants to be the best boyfriend ever. He know he’s not as tall or athletic as your exes and many admirers. But he’s smart and he’ll try his best to make you happy! You just have to ask and he’ll do your homework. He can also carry your stuff to class, and he’ll even fetch drinks for you and your friends. It’s fine, he doesn’t mind! Promise.

Yandere!Loser who grows to be insecure. He overheard others talk, and apparently they can’t believe you would chose to go out with someone like him. They laughed at the thought. And here he was thinking everything was going perfectly. Sure, you’re not as affectionate as a girlfriend would be normally(how would he know though, it’s not like he has any experience) but you’re obviously taking your time to warm up to him.

He’s definitely the perfect choice for you. Just let him prove it!

[danhoneyyysblog]

i have been getting a ton of Yandere Simulator content recently, and it’s been around 5 years since i last seen it. as i got told, YanDev is a pedo, which i don’t support, yet i still see people make fanfics of it and admitting they don’t support him and characters aren’t associated to him. i feel the nostalgia pulling on my heart strings. should i make a Yandere Simulator fanfic, maybe with Ayato Aishi and the male rivals?

please get a ton of votes… i need to properly determine if I should or not.

[sincerely-astra]

Could you please do Hifumi Yamada X Trans-boy!Reader? (☁️) ^^

☁️Hifumi Yamada x Trans-Male Reader☁️

It all started at none other than an anime con, the breeding ground for artists, fanfic writers, merch creators, and anime fans alike.

Really though, the only reason you were at this particular con today was because your friend had begged you to come with them... Spouting some nonsense like you need to get out more and be "socialized", whatever that meant. So, being the great friend you are, you went with them begrudgingly and to your surprise, it was actually pretty fun! Whether you watch anime religiously, are only a casual enjoyer, or flat-out don't like it, you could still find fun in every corner of that place, there is always something for you to do.

As cons go though, you eventually lose your friend in the sea of people. You also wanted to leave soon, which required you to find them. They weren't answering your texts nor were they picking up your calls so you had to just walk around mindlessly, hoping to spot them. The best timewaster, I'm sure.

Walking around the artist alley was at least some alleviation from your growing headache as you got to see lots of cool artists! While walking though, you began to notice a rather large line of people lining up at a singular booth... In fact, the line was so large that you honestly had trouble figuring out what it was they were lining up for, only getting any information from passing conversations about some writing and a "Princess Piggles." You had to admit though, you were curious, so with time to kill until your friend answers you and some spare cash in your pocket, you make your way back to the end of the line to hopefully get a glimpse at what this particular artist was selling.

...And boy, what a long line that was. You had almost given up on three separate occasions only to just stay in line after figuring that you were too deep into it to leave now. It took a solid hour to finally make it to the front and apparently, you were the last person to do so as no one was behind you. Finally being able to see what you were probably paying for, you looked ahead and saw a booth with a ton of different books stacked on it, presumably a manga or something of the sort. Behind that booth though was a man with brown hair, glasses, chubby, and wearing a shirt with a pink-haired anime girl on it.

"Welcome to the one and only booth of the famous Alpha and Omega! Or Hifumi Yamada if you prefer, how many editions of my fanfic, "Princess Piggles and the Quest for the Crown" will you be buying today?" "...Oh, that's what this is?" "....Of course that's what this is! Are you mocking my work or something!?"

Yeah, it took a moment for you to even process the fact that he was selling fanfiction in an artist alley and the fact that, that many people wanted to buy it. No disrespect to the guy, but you have never heard of a fanfic creator becoming that popular... It just took you off guard. Still, keeping your word and getting past all the initial confusion from both you and Hifumi, you did end up buying one of the copies. You even got to talking with Hifumi (no, you will not be calling him the alpha and the omega for your own sanity) and he honestly did seem to be too bad after you cleared up the misconception from earlier.

Admittedly, he was still a bit skeptical of your intentions but that's just how he is with everyone, so there's no true malice behind it.

Hifumi didn't think too much of you at first, it was nice talking to someone who wasn't the five online friends he regularly chats to about Princess Piggles and other anime, but it wasn't like you automatically became besties or anything.

Not to mention, this was just one meeting at a con and you both didn't exchange socials, so it's unlikely you'll meet again...

Yeah, unlikely doesn't mean it won't actually happen. It was no later than a few weeks later when you two met up again at another con. And then you saw him at another one and another one... You both went to a lot of cons apparently.

You two didn't go up to each other outside of the booth, but you would go up to his booth and buy whatever new edition of his fanfic was out as well as chat for a bit.

You kind of felt like a regular customer with how often you were seeing and buying his stuff. Though truth be told, you were more there just to chat with the guy since, well, why not? It's not often you keep meeting up with the same person at different cons completely unplanned, it had to mean something right?

Hifumi also didn't mind the company, you both actually got to know each other a little better and learned things about each other's personal lives. You learned he had a sister, that he occasionally likes karaoke, he likes diet coke, etc.

Gonna be honest, Hifumi was completely oblivious to the signs that you were trans at first...

He's never had many friends to begin with, much less female or trans ones, so any sign that could have given you away is completely lost on him. The only thing that he noticed was that you were a little more tomboyish than the usual girls he runs into, but even that's subjective with each girl.

Your acquaintanceship had been growing pretty rapidly ever since you two first met and a friendship was quickly blooming.

The catalyst for it of course is the fact that you two finally decided to exchange numbers!

Outside of cons, you would text each other pretty frequently between school, work, and what have you. Hifumi was pretty great at making you laugh, not to mention his seamlessly endless supply of memes he had for every occasion, it wasn't hard to start actively seeking out his presence through the phone.

He would give you sneak peeks on new editions of his fanfics and you'd give him whatever critiques you could find on the previous ones, which there weren't that many of considering he was a really good writer.

You did try to lean into the fact that you were trans a few times in conversations, mainly because it was giving you bad dysphoria being referred to as Miss and other feminine attributes all the time...

He still didn't quite pick it up though.

Though, if you tell him to stop calling you miss, he will stop! So, it's a small victory.

A big perk of having Hifumi as a friend is that he will draw for you, be it your OC's or just something from your favorite shows, movies, games, etc., he loves surprising you with them.

While being his friend, please also do the world a small favor and try to make him calm down a bit... Especially his attitude towards women.

The world thanks you for your service.

He will be yapping to you about Princess Piggles, no questions asked. He also makes fun of you for not being as invested in it as he is, but it's all in good fun.

Please feed him some actual food, Hifumi hasn't eaten anything other than snacks and junk for the past few years, he needs this-

If you ever ask Hifumi if you can burrow his clothes (because they are more oversized and more masculine than what your wardrobe), it's gonna be a hesitant yes, not because there's a problem with you burrowing them but because he only has so many clothes that actually fit him... He really hates clothes shopping.

Hifumi's talent, no matter what others might say, is impressive.

He brings the worlds he loves to real life, spreading the joys of such creations to anyone who will listen. Although entertainment is not something incredibly useful like medicine or martial arts, it is still a pillar in people's lives.

He wishes more people would realize that...

Weirdly enough, Hifumi, I headcanon Hifumi to be a germaphobe. He will ask you to sanitize your hands anytime you come over and wash them at least five more times before touching anything.

Hifumi is also not judgy, like, at all. He might be in denial of most things, but he is very aware that others find his talent and passions weird so he never really feels like he has room to judge anyone else.

There comes a point in your friendship when Hifumi actually does start to pick up on the clues that you're trans and it surprises him that it took this long for him to realize anything- Although he doesn't exactly know you trans, he does find it weird how often you cover your body up, how you try hard to speak in a more monotone voice, the way you avoided mirrors, all of these signs that started to concern him.

He didn't want to push you to talk to him about it, he valued your friendship too much to lose it by him being stupid. (He might also have a teeny tiny crush on you but whattt-)

Hifumi Yamada is not that impatient..., but god is it hard to not blurt out all his questions the more stuff he notices. Look, he does feel bad, but also, he really wants to know, like, now! :'(

That's why when you eventually come out to him, his first reaction is a sigh of relief... He is now in the know. Don't worry though, cause his second reaction is to be immensely supportive, scooping you into a hug and saying whatever he thinks sounds right in the moment. He really just wants you to be you and be comfortable being you with him, please know he cares about you so much and you're welcome to tell him anything!

With coming out, out of the way, Hifumi's behavior and actions don't actually change much from before coming out- He's never treated you one way or the other before, so why start now? He does try to be considerate of things that might give you dysphoria though and he will give you gender-affirming items like binders if need be. Trust him, his fanfics have made quite the market so he's not afraid to spend a couple bucks on you.

The transphobes better beware too, cause Hifumi will go after them in online and real life! No transphobe will be getting passed him, not to you or any other trans person he sees getting harrassed.

You two have a ton of over-the-phone movie nights together when either of you for whatever reason can't go over to the other house. The only thing is though that Hifumi will be picking the most obscure anime movies to watch or something with Princess Piggles, so you might be suffering through it all the whole time.

Hifumi absolutely hates horror since he gets freaked out quite easily, so horror movies, games, and what have you are all banned.

Now, Hifumi has had a... small crush on you for quite a while now. (Who's he kidding? Dude is literally head over heels for you.)

But he's always been kind of in denial about it since you are friends and he rather die than lose his one irl friend. Plus, there's no way on earth you would like someone like him... He's well aware of how he is and he sees no reason for you to like him.

Hifumi is in pretty good denial about his feelings towards you due to his own insecurities and the risk of jeopardizing your relationship over something that will totally go away in like a week. But as time passes and his feelings just get stronger and stronger instead of disappearing like he wished they would, he knew he was eventually gonna crack... He was not good with these kinds of things and it was pretty clear to you that something was bothering him every time you came over. It was written all over his face... and his sweaty palms.

He tries to keep his cool anytime he's around you, he talks about Princess Piggles and all his other interests, but suddenly, mid-way through talking, none of his passions seem so interesting when you are in front of him...

God, he can't believe he's allowing himself to love someone that isn't 2D... May Princess Piggles forgive him for this but he can't keep in his love for you any longer.

When he finally feels ready to confess after months of staying in this awkward crush phase, he is determined to confess in the most formal, romantic way he can think of.

He gets you both a reservation at a nice restaurant, telling you it was just to celebrate your friendiversary (which conveniently was coming up,) and he gets everything prepared for that day. He rents himself a nice tux, buys flowers, and tries his best to emotionally prepare himself so he doesn't break down through dinner from his nerves.

It was going to be perfect, he's seen countless anime scenes where this very thing happens, surely it won't be that much different in real life, right?

On a cool Sunday night, you both meet up at said restaurant all dressed up and fancy, ready to have a nice time. While walking in with Hifumi and sitting at a table, it wasn't hard to see that something was bothering him... You didn't mention it right then, but he was jittery and nervous throughout the whole meal, completely unlike himself. Sure, he was talking and joking like normal, but there was always this tension coming from him that made you raise an eyebrow... Hifumi himself wasn't feeling great about it either, mentally cursing himself for still being so nervous even after all those hours spent preparing for this very moment. It didn't help that he was kind of overstimulated at the moment with all the bright lights, his stuffy tux, the new foods, and everything else that was making this night a lot harder than he wanted it to be.

Hifumi practically ran out of his seat once dinner was over and he paid the bill, saying that there's this nice scenic spot he wants to take you to. Said spot being a gorgeous, secluded spot, right along the beach, the moonlight reflecting off the water's surface finally get the chance to ask Hifumi what was wrong, a question that had been on your mind ever since you saw him. Hifumi took a deep breath... and finally was able to tell you how he felt!

Except that you couldn't understand a word he said due to how fast he was speaking- It took a few more times of him saying the same thing over and over for him to finally slow down and let the words, "I love you!" Leave his mouth.

His heart was pounding as his ears rang, the silence between you two making him really want to take everything he just said back even if he knew he couldn't...

He's glad for that as well since not even a second later after that thought passed through his mind, you accepted his confession. You accepted him.

Hifumi can be kind of touchy when in a relationship since he's been so touch-starved all his life, he needs to make up for all that lost time!

One of the biggest changes in his life since getting into a relationship with you is the fact that his Princess Piggles obsession has simmered down drastically-

Also, he's a lot more active and social now since you two go out a lot on dates or just hang out. However, his favorite moments are still the ones where you two just laze about watching movies at home.

He pretty much kisses the ground you walk on, no joke. Hifumi just never thought real love would ever come to him, much less with someone who is 3D, so he wants to make sure he treats you right!

He is still a very active supporter of your identity, arguably even more so now that he's in a relationship with you. He is always staying informed with the trans community and still tries his best to make you comfortable wherever you both are.

Seriously, Hifumi does not understand transphobes... Like, how can you hate something that doesn't even mildly affect you or hurt anyone?? He's so confused.

Hifumi could really care less if you want to fully transition or not, whatever you want to do is none of his business and he supports whatever route you take. If you do wish to medically transition though, he will be paying for your surgeries and medications since he wants to help out in any way he can. :)

He loves getting you any kind of trans pride items that he can find, like pins and shirts. He also gets some ally pins pins for himself.

Please let him drag you to every con he goes to, he needs your support while he talks to so many people who don't know Princess Piggles like he does! :'(

He also will take breaks with you though and go around actually exploring the con and probably spending way too much money on other stalls at the artist alley-

Whenever he's doing art warmups, his favorite thing to sketch out is you.

A/N: I am not going to lie, I was surprised to see a request for Hifumi since people usually tend to dislike him. I quite enjoyed writing this though, he deserves some more attention. :)

[aliveinacoffin]

Orange Fanta

Life after Shouta has kidnapped you. Things don't seem so bad anymore, either he was getting better or...well, it doesn't really matter, does it?

TW: Sexual content but no smut, references to kidnapping, references to violence, references to body issues

Fem!Reader, She Her Pronouns

Staying trapped in this wished-bone shaped house made you wonder about your old life less and less. You didn’t think about Aya as much anymore, thoughts of her went from every hour to once a week. Thoughts of your family, your old job, old students, old friends, old life grew less and less every day. Instead, you gently cleaned the house every day so the work didn’t pile up, you played video games to keep you busy while Shouta was out, you took up new hobbies, and you even started to cook again. Time was ticking by, and you honestly had no idea how much time had passed. After Shouta had locked you away in the cement room, your sense of time was fucked. You watched the days pass with little interest, merely going through the motions of life.

There were also rules for yourself so you didn’t lose your goddamn mind. Rules that made it easier when the days were hard, rules that let you dissociate and let yourself live in a fantasy world. Somedays there would be an itch under your skin, angry and irritating as the need for it to be scratched grew and grew. Some days you wanted to take a large kitchen knife and plunge it deep inside Shouta’s stomach and watch him bleed out. Other days it felt like the time he was away at work was too much, some days you wanted him to be home all hours of the day so you could breathe in his smell. It was all a confusing sense of needs and wants, ones that waned and grew depending on the day.

Looking in the mirror, you made faces while pulling on the skin of your face. You had gone pale as a result of spending so much time inside. Long press-on nails picked and pulled at the soft skin under your eyes, revealing tender pink flesh. Pinker veins filled with blood decorated the lid, wet and glistening under the white light. Your fingers released, letting both your eyelids go, only to travel to your cheeks. Pinching at the fat that had grown there, which brought you to rule one and subsequently rule two.

Never talk about your weight in front of Shouta or out loud.

Always remember you’re being watched and listened to at all times, there is no privacy.

The first time you had said something about your weight, Shouta had brushed you off, later admitting he liked his women with a little weight on him. The second time though, you had openly called yourself ugly because of your new appearance, and Shouta had not been happy at all. He stopped working and put yourself in front of a mirror while he pounded into you from below, and had made you watch yourself come undone the whole time. Anytime you had looked away, he gave your ass a hard smack. The first few were bearable, but after the sixth, your ass had hurt so much that the whole area was hot and red.

You had learned then to not say anything negative about your appearance, sitting down the next three days was absolute hell. But it didn’t seem like you learned your lesson when a week later you had done the same thing, the difference was that Shouta was not home. He had been away at work when you called yourself ugly again, and he came home a few hours later angrily showing you the video of yourself in the room. He did the same thing again, but he used a small paddle to whap your ass. 

You learned that time.

So you let go of the harsh grip you had on your cheeks and moved down your body. Touching the soft skin of your before stopping and squeezing your boobs.

Never deny Shouta your body.

You learned that when you first got here. Those few weeks where Shouta had not touched you a feat you were not aware of. Ever since he got a taste of you, he hadn’t stopped. Every day he craved sex, needing it like he needed you. When he had spanked your ass for the first time you had denied his advances, angrily telling him it hurt to do anything. Shouta had stared at you, jaw ticking while he lay in silence. He shrugged, turning off the lights while he went to bed. You couldn’t sleep, lying on your side terrified of what he might do. You didn’t have to wonder for long.

You had woken up to a mix of emotions, stirring uncomfortably while you tried to get the pressure off your sore ass. You were met with resistance and something over and inside you. It had been the middle of the night, so you couldn’t see anything, but you could hear and feel. You gasped, arching as Shouta pistoned in and out of you, his grip on you tight. His heavy whines and pants were hot in your ear. Against your wishes, you had come surprisingly fast, already on the edge when you had awoken. Shouta finished inside you, as usual, and rolled off of you, leaving you gasping and shaking. He turned back to you, grabbing your jaw with a harsh grip as he brushed his lips against yours.

“I just love you so much, I couldn’t help myself.” He whispered before he wrapped you up in his arms and finally went to sleep. You laid and breathed in his words, realizing that was not the first time he had used your body while you were asleep.

Your hands left your boobs to grip the fat of your stomach, rubbing the skin that bulged out from between your fingers.

Never skip a meal.

Shouta made sure you ate every single meal, and when you had tried to refuse, he had force fed you, angrily telling you if you continued to refuse, this would continue.

“You may not realize it now.” He growled, shoving the spoonful of rice down your throat while he held your nose closed. “But I am nicer than most others.” 

You didn’t know what he meant by that, and to be honest, you still don’t, because if he was talking about other people, he was a fucking monster. He was your savior and capture, taking care of you while holding you close to him. Still, you knew he was doing it because you cared, your hands stopped their ministration, going back to the task you were originally doing.

Washing your face.

You got distracted like that on harder days, but on good days, it was easy to forget. It was always easier to forget. Which is why you went by the rules you had, not the reasons they were made. You gently applied the expensive moisturizer, rubbing little circles on your face while you repeated the rules in your head, remembering the ones you had forgotten or gone over.

Never talk about your weight in front of Shouta or out loud.

Always remember you’re being watched and listened to at all times, there is no privacy.

Never deny Shouta your body.

Never skip a meal.

Don’t spend too much time out back.

Don’t ask about going out.

Don’t give him any pleasure in bed.

Don’t make Shouta upset.

Don’t think about outside people.

Don't think about Before.

If it’s a good day, forget all the rules and just think about Shouta.

If it’s a bad day, remember each rule.

Remember, there's no escape without you dying.

These rules kept you alive, kept you sane while you lost control over yourself and your mind. Still, you went on. Putting away your morning routine, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. Looking around, it looked more like a normal room than ever before. The shelves you had ordered came in some time ago, and it was decorated with selfies of you and Shouta or books. String lights were hung up, as well as posters or paintings that you had ordered. Hooks that held up purses and bags, all unused. A heavy closet sat in the corner, one with mirrors on the inside of the doors and clothes you’d never get to wear. Beautiful dresses and fancy shirts paired with pants that would never see the light of day. On the old black wardrobe held lovely perfume bottles and make-up that cost more than you’d ever spent for yourself sat unused.

You wanted to wear it all, you really did. It just…

It made you too sad.

So instead you shuffled out of the room wearing one of Shouta’s shirts, boxers, and socks into the kitchen. When you emerged from the hallway, you were greeted with the sight of him playing video games on the couch. He liked to on the weekends because the couch was more comfortable, and so he could just easily switch his games off and watch something with you. 

Shouta Aizawa. Male, thirty-one, black hair, six foot one hundred and sixty pounds, blood type is B- negative.

Your kidnapper, a man who had been stalking you for an unidentified amount of time and kidnapped you mid/late spring. Who has taken control of your body and of you.

Your lover, the same man who spoiled you rotten every day, who made sure you were taken care of completely before you went to bed. Who loved you, and only you. Forever.

You turned to the kitchen, humming while you flicked on the stove, turning to the fridge. You opened it, preparing to make two omelets, grabbing the eggs, bacon, cilantro, and anything else you might need. Your head went fuzzy when you cracked an egg, remembering something that you had long forgotten.

“Aya!” You laughed, watching in amused horror as she stuffed her face.

“What?!” Her voice was muffled, food bulging out of her cheeks as she ate with a vigor you’d never seen from the girl.

“Be normal!” You were howling with laughter now, stomach hurting with joy.

“How can I when this is the best omelet I’ve ever had?!” She cried, taking a big swallow before she went for another bite.

Rule nine and ten flashed before your mind. You shook your head, chastizing yourself as you continued to make the meal.

9. Don’t think about outside people.

10. Don’t think about Before.

It was an uphill battle, but all you had to remember, all you had to keep yourself sane and safe was the fact that Shouta loved you. You looked up through the little opening over the stove, watching Shouta with interest as you poked and prodded at the early stages of the omelet. He wasn’t talking, just hyper-focused as he replayed a game you had seen him finish before. He was doing a no-death run on the hardest difficulty. His dark eyes flashed over to you, and you smiled softly, and his usual soft grin turned sharp, lust filling his eyes. You sighed, looking back down feeling nothing.

Today was a bad day.

12. Remember each rule

You focused on your task, trying to ignore his sharp gaze. Even while plating and decorating Shouta’s food, you could still feel his eyes on you. Walking over, you silently placed the omelet in front of him, wanting to just go back to bed and pretend you were in your room. When you stood up to leave, Shouta’s strong hand shot out and grabbed onto yours. Looking over in surprise, he was smiling softly at you.

“Good morning.” Shouta’s deep voice rumbled, it was obvious it was the first time he had spoken all morning.

“Good morning.” You leaned over, giving him a chaste kiss. You tried to walk away, but his grip never faltered. “A-are you mad?” You asked, afraid he had watched you judging yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t forgotten rule two, but you hadn't even said anything.

“Of course not, I just love you.” He grabbed your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. You reciprocated, albeit extremely confused. When he pulled away, you fluttered your eyes back open, watching him watch you.

“C’mon, sit.” Shouta leaned back, messy bun pressing into the back of the couch, usually tired eyes filled with life and lust. You shrugged, but when you turned to sit next to the man, he put a hand flat on your ass. He gave you a squeeze before he pushed you back up. You looked at him, confusion filling you again.

He spread his legs wider, smile growing a million miles wider. “No, sit right here.”

Your shoulders slumped, sighing softly as you complied. Outside, you seemed tired and slightly annoyed. Inside, you were at a mental war with yourself. Sex with Shouta had just started to become okay, you had only recently allowed yourself to enjoy it fully. But you had never been on the giving end, rule number seven rang in your head. 

So, knowing his full intentions, you leaned back onto one of his thighs and watched him play his games. You could feel his thigh tense, obviously not wanting you to do that, but you couldn't care less.

This game of chicken continued for longer than it should’ve, the tension growing between you two more and more. Would he break first and just use you how you wanted, or would he let you go without anything? 

You were broken from your thoughts when Shouta paused the game. Fear immediately flooded your body, heart picking up a million miles per second. A large hand encompasses your head, and you took your time to turn around to look at Shouta. Instead of anger, you were met with…sadness?

“Am I that ugly?” He asked, a look of worried contemplation etched into his face.

“What?” You asked, shocked. Shouta had never acted this way before, never acted insecure or showed any signs that he was.

“Am I ugly? Do you not find me desirable? Am I too skinny, or not big enough?” He asked again, biting his bottom lip.

You were at a loss for words, sitting there in muted shock because Shouta Aizawa has just asked you if he was ugly.

Because of course, the answer was no. A hard no. Of course he wasn’t ugly, and that was the problem. Shouta was disgustingly handsome, with stubble that felt wonderful when he ate you out like he was starving, that tickled when he kissed you. Tired eyes that were so consuming, black, and beautiful despite the eyebags under his eyes. But that only added to his appearance, along with wavy hair that was soft under your guidance. His body was beautiful too, strong and lean with just enough muscle to be hot, but not too much to gross you out. And his dick was nothing to be laughed at. 

So you sat between his delicious thunder thighs in shock. Because how could Shouta ever think he was ugly?

“N-no.” you shrugged, heat filling your whole face while you diverted your attention.

“So then why do you hate having sex with me?” He asked again, putting his controller off to the side. Shouta’s attention now wholly and regrettably on you. And you hated this, hated these questions. Because you didn’t hate having sex with him, sometimes you just hated him. But it was just sometimes, you didn’t always hate him. It was just these bad days when you wanted to go out and be free, when you looked in the mirror and saw how much you changed. Outside and in.

“I don’t.” You shrugged, still looking down. He lifted your head up with four fingers, Shouta’s stormy eyes meeting yours.

“Then why do you never initiate anything? I thought you loved me?” He frowned, eyebrows pinched together. You didn’t love him, at least, not today. Some days, you did, truly love him. You loved how he would try to make you breakfast before you woke up, loved how he got you anything and everything you wanted, loved how he did nearly anything you asked, loved those early mornings where you would wake up in his warm embrace knowing you would never need anyone ever again, loved how he was devoted to you. 

“I…do.” You though about your words carefully. Thinking over every syllable. “Sometimes are just hard for me.” You shrugged, gaze drifting off to the wide window.

“But nothing’s even happened yet, I thought we were having a good day.” He rubbed your cheek, voice full of sincerity. 

“We-I am, I am. I just…miss seeing other people.” You mumbled, knowing full well how upset Shouta got when you brought up other people or even your old life. Rule eight and nine.

“Well, there is a party for people like us tomorrow. I was invited but..” He shrugged, looking slightly guilty. “I wanted to spend my day off with you.” 

But that made you brighten a little, the idea of seeing other people. Outside. At a party.

“Could we go?” You asked, voice filled with hope as you fully turned to him, hands on his thighs. 

Shouta softened, any insecurity he had melted away. “Yeah, you could wear one of those pretty dresses you bought.” That made you lighten up more. You leaned on his thigh, inching closer to him. “I love you so much.” He gushed, petting you softly.

This was okay, you suppose. You could love Shouta, you could have good days, be happy no matter what you looked or felt like. Tomorrow would be a good day, you were sure of it, and today, you guessed, would be a good day as well. Rules be damned.

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