#yandere villain deku husband

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What would happen if instead of deku choosing his wide he choose shoto instead what would happen to his wife would he still go after her how would it play out too.

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Yandere DekuWife Alternate AU

by u/ryuutoshi2

What would have been if Deku had chosen Shoto? The former hero in training was rising in notoriety alongside him. Always there. Always supporting. He knew Deku as well as he knew Izuku. Unshakeable in synergy it felt right to choose him. Choose him over his first true love, who seemed oblivious to all his telling actions. Oblivious to the painful yearning of watching you blindly trample his desires. And the way you cheered him on when he shakily admitted his relationship with some mysterious gent.

“That’s…wonderful Izu! I’ll have to meet him one day!”

You wouldn’t. It would be then that he abandoned the civilian identity to be the largest supervillain to date: Deku. Hand-in-hand with his villain lover as they collectively brought chaos to the world of heroes. Only the inner workings of the UA could suspect who he was and some would follow him. A closed incident that would lead the few who cared: Inko and you to mourn Izuku Midoriya.

“...All he wanted was to be a hero…”

“Maybe in his own mind…he was…”

His heart still yearned for you to hide crumpled photos whenever Shoto entered the room. To him, it was just the pains of withdrawal. A simple case of breaking his routine of obsession, instead of obsessing with someone who so quickly reciprocated that same level of affection. For years he’d fight it, drowning out his thoughts and memories of you with lust, mass violence, and diabolical schemes that would bring despair to the heroes he frowned upon. 

It happens by chance that he’s undercover in the daylight of the city. Smirking to himself as he passes a small-time hero on patrol. This information grab would be easy. An orchestrated diversion that would put him in the position to grab the data in a populated place while his beloved counterpart attacks. It plays on the hero's weakness: the protection of civilians. It would have been perfect. 

“Alright, Mister what can I help you with?”

At the front desk of the intelligence, the employee he was supposed to subdue was you. Grown and gorgeous as the day he left, was (Y/n) (L/n). The woman he spent years chasing and fantasizing over. 

He’s starstruck. Stuttering and flapping his lips as he’s reduced to the sweaty, overheating, obsessed dork you couldn’t see the feelings of. Ever patient you don’t rush him as he struggles to do anything–eating into the time he should have spent completing the mission. 

The sound of rubble crashing and the distorted laughter of his lover–Pyrodast rang out. The screaming and running began, and the swarm of panicked employees created the perfect chaos to steal those documents. But he let himself be pulled by you, tucking him under your desk as you dutifully pressed a hidden button. 

“Alright sir. Please stay here I’ll handle this!” 

He was so caught up fawning over your determined glare he almost didn’t catch what you said. Reaching out to hold onto your arm, worriedly pleading that you don’t leave him. And like something out of a dream you hold his shoulder rubbing soothingly. Flashing a smile he feared he’d forgotten. 

“It’s alright I can handle this,” You reached your other hand past him unintenionally caging him. He fluttered his eyes fully prepared to lean into you and capture your lips only to be reawoken when you pulled back. Letting you stand up straight with a darker look on your face and sleek hi-tech power gun. Holding the weapon with ease you cocked the barrel continuing to smile the way only you did. 

“Besides, both me and my husband are heroes!” 

With that you began firing away, immediately making contact with high powered villain judging by the pained grunt. Alarmed and completely in shock he disobeys your command watching as his not so past love expertly dodges the stray pits of steam and fire from his current love. Moving with the agility and speed of a spider you distribute tear gas bombs to blast in the villain’s face. You duck out of the way for most of his confused attacks, seemingly almost subdued when the gloved hands of Shoto reach for your head. 

Izuku has half a mind to scream out and he does. Drowned out by a resounding explosion, the hero’s defense gives you the opportunity to roll out of the way. More heroes quickly arrive on the scene, sending Pyrodast into a desperate escape. 

Hurriedly coming from behind the desk he tries to spot you among the rubble left in their wake. And like the sun at the break of dawn, you rise nearly unscathed and yawning all the while. Stretching as though you just woke up from a successful nap you smile in the direction of the tattered hole of the building. 

“Man, Suki great timing! You just barely missed my amazing defense!”

“Tch! Like I said before you shouldn’t need to do ‘amazing defense’! Just leave the hero work to me, detective!”

“Aw Suki, you’re just jealous I’m so good at my job! I just can’t retire!”

“Grrrr!”

“Kehehehe~!” Watching you tease the explosive hero, laugh at his glare, and insults stung. Too much like old times, he’d been overwhelmed by that tight-knitted jealousy that came with everyone who should speak to you. Specifically with this man. Even more painfully surreal, in tears of his own, he watches you pull out a silver and black band. Slipping it around your ring finger and fiddling with it as you prodded at the hero’s patience. He notices the way those red eyes look at you with a satisfied fondness that didn’t exist way back when.

It's then that he recalls your words…it makes him shudder. With disgust? with malice? with envy? The pure incessant desire to murder? Katsuki Bakugo was who you were married to the hero who had saved him from judgment on the account of a last favor before continuing to pursue him alongside the board of heroes. He didn’t think he could hate the hero more. He was wrong and if he hadn’t been pinged by a worried Shoto he would have killed him. Stabbed from the back at speeds you’d barely register but he didn’t. 

Wobbly and downcast, he returned to the rendezvous point letting Shoto handle the report for the day. Heterochromatic eyes flashed worriedly toward the no longer disguised Deku. It wasn’t long before they shed their masks and latex, settling into their afternoon routine within the highrise home officially owned by the former hero tycoon Shoto Todoroki. 

He didn’t need to speak. Simply leaning over to rest his chin on Izuku’s head as he held his lover by the waist. Sniffing the dyed locks he gets so lost he almost forgets what he originally asked. Or how Izuku doesn’t turn around to wrap his arms around his neck. 

Instead, Izuku leaned back, letting his head rest on the front collarbone of Shoto. He couldn’t share this most jarring discovery, not while his thoughts were still jumbled. When he finally knew how he felt then he’d tell Shoto, so they both wouldn’t make irrational decisions. 

A shame he’d forgotten how deeply in-tune his lover was with his struggle. 

The moment he realizes his Izuku is sleeping in he zeroes in on the exact moment for the shift in moods. Calling his covert underlings to retrieve the camera footage of the building. Unfortunately the cameras had been wiped supposedly taken away after the visit of some group in black suits. Thanfully his team was able to kidnap lightly apprehend a civilian with an undeleted video of the incident.

“So this is…them?”

As Izuku’s closest confidant for years, lending his ears to his romantic woes was a given. Already bonded by the intimacy that came with villainy it was easy to slip himself into his arms. Whispering in his ear and sharing each other’s breath, Shoto made himself the prime owner of Izuku’s heart. Or so he thought. He once tried to track you down before, fully prepared to use the family hitman to guarantee Izuku’s love. But Izuku’s smart, keeping you nameless and eluding Todoroki's covert operation team. 

But now that there’s a video albeit grainy he now knows who you were. The wife of Katsuki Bakugo, a position highly covetted by celebrities and teens. It seemed like a covert marriage considering official registrars had him married to some nameless character. But the video has you smiling, teasing Deku's mortal enemy. How dare you?! After putting Izuku through all that stress and dethroning him in Izuku’s heart. With a roll of his eyes he makes a call and it's with one thing in mind. 

To kill (Y/n) Bakugo.

Which would prove a difficult feat when half his team was out of commission or under arrest.  Needless to say he killed them before they could spill but your invulnerability was a problem. Somehow involved with some of the highest forms of government it was hard to know what your official title was or how you could so easily debillitate his team. But that wouldn’t be a problem for the openly vengeful Pyrodast who could easily put a bounty on your head. But alas the news didn’t even bother to cover the mysterious disappearances of the newest up and coming villains. Shoto Todoroki didn’t lose. Pyrodast wouldn’t lose. He couldn’t believe that. But he would say he was stumped almost completely losing sight of his original goal. Getting too caught up in a rivalry created all his own he committed days to locking himself away quickly shutting his monitor off when Izuku came to check on him.

“Sho-honey are you doing okay? Those bags under your eyes haven’t gone away yet.”

“Y-yeah I’m fine. J-just trying to tie a loose-end.”

“Well…okay.”

He digs his nails into his desk as he watches his love slink back out of his office. Alright, that’s it! He’s putting an end to this himself, he’s spent too many resources trying to take down someone who should have been a minor kill. So he suits up in the darkness of his office expecting to turn around and pull that green book on the far end of the–

“Well Pyrodast, it’s been a while since I’ve had a man chase after me so earnestly!”

Quickly turning on his voice modulator he whips around finally seeing the woman he’d been trying to kill for so long. Brandishing a glowing saber and wearing a latex suit under a stylish trench coat, your outfit certainly left much nothing to the imagination. 

“Hmmm are you here to return the favor?”

“Only half-way I guess! I’ve always wanted to fight against someone with the Todoroki style.”

Gritting his teeth from behind the mask, he felt the hiss of the recorder as he yelled. 

“I HAVE NO CONNECTION TO THAT NAME!”

“Of course not, the public doesn’t already theorize about your true nature at all!”

“GRAAAGH!”

The battle is intense and Pyrodast makes every attempt to burn you alive but your agile wuick and you use your weapon to cut through the titanium leather of his suit. All the while you’re laughing still flashing that stupid smile even as he slams your body into an adjacent cabinet. More times than he could count did you have him pinned and forced to endure your punches and infuriating flicks. By the time he was pinned down once again he was too tired to pull himself up, simply reeling at the controlled penetration of your saber into his bulky mask. 

Feeling the seering heat of the laser he’s fully prepared to lose his nose but immediately you retract your blade. Jumping off of him to skip to the door, you hum to yourself. Waving your fingers like a conducter would the crescendo come when the door is slammed open by Izuku himself.

“Shoto! What the he–”

“Oh my! I didn’t expect to see you! Let alone living!” 

Izuku’s eyes widen as he looks to you and the nearly unmasked Pyrodast heaving on the floor. Without thinking a blush comes over his freckled face and he begins to sweat.

“(Y-y/n)!? Uhm–I–ugh!”

You walk past him unknowingly filling his nose with your scent to have him unconsciously leaning in your direction. 

“Don’t talk to me, I don’t know how I feel about this just yet but at the very least keep your hubby in check? You can only replace limited edition glass china so many times.”

Speaking so nonchalantly, Izuku once again froze in his place, jumping to attention when Shoto was attempting to lift himself up. Running to his side he supports him as he attempts to angrily shout at you. 

“I’LL-Ack! I’LL k-kill y-y-ou–agh! ONE DAY-ugh!”

“Sh-Pyro?!”

“Yeah yeah just know I’ll be sending an invoice for the damages you cost me. Toodles.”

As suddenly as you came you left pulling the green book on the bookcase behind you letting yourself take the tube directly to Pyrodast’s office lair. With a gust of wind you're gone leaving the villains to stew in your wake. Shoto struggled to tilt his head up, wounded by the overwhelming blush and needy look on Izuku’s face. And In pain and sheer jealousy he screamed into the sound-proofed office.

“(YYYYYYYYYY/////////NNNNNNNNN)!!!!!!”

____

“You look happy, case go alright?”

“Yup the lead was on the money and I even met an old friend in the end!”

“An old friend? Friend or foe?”

“Hmmmm who can say…how was your day, Suki-cracker?”

“Usual. Real quiet. By the way, those ghost peppers you ordered came in!”

“No way! Gimme! Gimme! It’ll be my celebration candy!”

[alottieluv]

happy valentine’s day <3

mdni. yandere!villain!bakugou, fem!reader, dark content, noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex, char. death, somnophilia, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, breeding, possessiveness, violence, reader is called princess/baby/wife, he’s obssessed w/ u and ur ok w it

yandere!villain!bakugou who’s been pining for you since U.A. and even more since the start of your third year when you and deku started dating.

he tried to not let it bother him, he really did. tried to focus on his goal, on becoming the number one hero, on beating deku. but it’s useless if deku’s already beaten him to you.

it drove him crazy at first. your dating meant he couldn’t creep into your dorm at night, watching your sleeping figure under the thick covers that you would eventually throw off,

it meant he couldn’t walk right up to the side of your bed, where your quiet snores would make bakugou scoff because you just look so defenseless,

and it meant he would no longer be able to flick off what little of your blanket is left covering, finger trailing your bare waist before hooking onto the waistband of your shorts—fuck, he misses the way you clenched down on his digits, your breath hitching with arousal leaking into his palm and you never knew.

and the moment he heard the news of your engagement, only a year later after graduating, he went insane.

at first, it was labeled as a disappearance. everyone’s favorite brash hero dynamight had not shown up to work for multiple days on end with no explanation. no appearances by the public and not a word heard by his friends.

then dynamight reappeared, rebranded—as a villain.

step by step, little by little, the sound of his explosions soon became a warning to all besides villains. loud, bright, and burning—and that’s exactly how it went down as he watched your husband choke on the aftertaste of his explosions, eyes burning with the same passion as the fire that surrounded them until the number one hero was no longer heard from—nor his wife.

it happened in the middle of the night, far from your apartment where you wouldn’t be able to hear the sirens of the police or honks of the fire trucks as they rushed to the sight bakugou had the pleasure of seeing mere moments ago, but now he takes a breath of deja vu as he quietly steps into your apartment.

he’s courteous enough to lock the door behind him, lest anyone else get in his way, but his boots clunk heavy against the wooden floors, past framed pictures of your marriage, your high school days, your childhood.

finally, bakugou reaches your bedroom door, cracked open just a bit where he can see your sleeping figure bounce up and down in quiet breaths. bakugou can’t keep the grin off his face as he pushes the door open, like you were inviting him in.

he makes his way to your side of the bed, pushing off the covers to reveal your bare shoulder, and almost as if he was possessed, bakugou’s breath hitches as he slowly lifts the cover off your body to reveal the set of lingerie decorating your body.

he almost laughs. of course, you’re wearing that of all things, so delectable, so enticing. it’s like you knew he was coming, hooking those little straps and pieces of fabric around your body, all for him.

and when you wake up to the feeling of pleasure pooling in your core, you can’t even move him an inch off of you, not while he’s got your thighs trapped in his hands—so big, hot, and dangerous.

and with every little move you make to shove him off of you, he pulls you closer and shoves his tongue deeper into your pussy until he has you squealing.

fingers tug at his hair as he eats you out until you’re clenching around nothing while he’s sucking your clit, lapping up your essence before shoving it back in with his tongue.

you’re too worn out to move away when he finally lets up, thinking about how he got in, how long it would take for the police to get here, and where your husband is, until you hear the sound of a zipper.

you look up, wondering if you should try to fight him yourself or let him do what he pleases and hope that it’ll be enough to satisfy him and make him leave. you regret not becoming a pro-hero in the end.

you let bakugou push your legs up to your ears, shaking when you feel something hot against your exposed pussy. bakugou towers over you like a shadow, envelopes you until all you can see, hear, breathe, is him.

“don’t worry, princess, i’ll make you feel so good. better than he ever did.” giving no room to even talk back, your breath is stolen away as bakugou sinks into your pussy, clenching around his cock that fills you to the brim and has you moaning shamelessly.

every drag against your walls has you tightening, leaving creamy rings of precum at the base of his cock as he fucks you. lewd sounds of your pussy squelching around his dick fill the room, bringing you closer to the edge until you can’t hold back anymore.

“o-oh, oh fuck, bakugou—“ before you can get anything else out, one hand comes up to cup your jaw, squishing your cheeks to direct your eyes to his. “you call me katsuki when i’m making you feel good like this, got it, princess?” you nod, barely able to keep yourself sane enough to understand.

“katsuki, katsuki, oh—,” katsuki grins, balls slapping against your ass as he quickens the pace. you can feel the way his blunt tip kisses your cervix, making you clench and unclench as he easily slides in and out of your pussy. “katsuki, i’m gonna cum. wanna cum.”

katsuki muffles his moans in your neck, pressing kisses and sucking hickeys on your neck until he knows it’ll show in the morning. his. you’re all his now.

“you wanna cum?” you nod frantically. “go ahead and cum, baby.” you clench once more on his cock before a knot in your stomach unravels, coating his length in your cum. katsuki fucks you through your orgasm, relishing in your overstimulated cries as you milk his cock.

he groans as he fills you, hot sticky cum squirting from his tip that presses deep inside you. katsuki takes a minute to come down before pulling out, watching as cum gushes from your pussy and connects to his cock in white milky strings. without thinking, katsuki scoops a glob of cum and pushes back in slowly until he plugs you up with his dick.

your breaths start to mellow out after your intense orgasm, eventually pulling you to sleep before you could fully grip the reality that had taken place. katsuki finally got you, all to himself.

his. all his.

forever.

[izvmimi]

daddy's home (2) - izuku x reader

cw: MINORS DNI, noncon/dubcon, horror themes, you and izuku have a child, parental dynamics, manipulation, villain!deku, yandere!deku, violence, fem!reader summary: izuku tries to make amends with his family after his absence. (~3.4k words) a/n: reposted. part 1 here.

As you continue to hear his footsteps approach, the dreadful sound amplified by genuine fear of your partner, you think wistfully of the past. 

Clearly, it hadn’t always been like this. Izuku, at his core, was someone sweet - bashful, kind, protective… not whatever monster was marching through your home this very second, causing your mind to race as you thought frantically of ways to protect your daughter. That was your first priority.

But he wouldn’t hurt his daughter, right? That’s where he would draw the line, no matter how altered his thoughts concerning allies versus enemies had become over time. And even if now you had drawn a clear line in the sand, you’d like to think that he wouldn’t hurt you - he hadn’t ever threatened to hurt you, now had he? He’d only given you warnings, reminding you that turning against him wouldn’t be in your best interest. After all, according to him, he’s the only one who really cares for your well-being. That’s why he married you, right?

“I... I think all of this is excessive,” you mumble to Mei as she demonstrates the security upgrades to your home. Iida shakes his head almost furiously, and seems to double and triple-check his wife’s work and potential blind spots, peering at new cameras shoved in the corners where the ceilings meet and laser tripwires invisible to the naked eye. There’s a panic device in the hallway between the kitchen and one of the living rooms hidden behind a wedding picture where both of your smiles are radiant enough to be blinding. The fact that it’s come to this makes your stomach turn. 

“In all honesty, there’s a good chance it might not be enough,” Mei admits, and the fact that for once she realistically communicates her own engineering limitations underlines how grave the situation is. If even she is admitting that she’s not infallible, that means your situation is bad.

What is he, God? You think bitterly, but resign yourself to saying nothing. You are not too distraught to accept kindness from your friends.

Bakugou, for example, now texts you every morning, a simple two words.

You good?

While you understand and appreciate where he’s coming from, every time you see those words, you can feel yourself losing your patience. If you could have your husband back, you’d be great. Fantastic even! You’d always texted back the same thing, in different variations - 

Yeah, thanks for checking!

He never responded after that. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; it’s that he still did not want to entertain the idea that his friend had gone off the deep end for too long. 

It’s hard for everyone, not just your family, you have to remember.

You can hear Izuku’s steps almost right outside your door, the pace almost synchronous with the pounding in your heart. There’s no use in hiding anymore. Steeling your resolve, you hold your slumbering daughter close for a moment, and kiss her forehead.

“Mommy loves you,” you whisper. She doesn’t stir, and you wonder what it is to be a child again, safe and naive and uncorrupted by circumstance.

And then you tumble out of the room to face him.

—

He stands at the end of the hall facing you; you stand, fists balled tightly by your sides and your expression unnecessarily fierce - it’s thought that fear and anger often are mistaken for each other, and Izuku seems to think so today as well.

He tilts his head slightly, and his voice is slightly raspy, deeper than usual, as he calls out to you. There’s a strained quality to it, as though his voice has been unused for a while, even though the two of you did technically just speak, or maybe he’s forgotten how to speak to you softly, how to speak to anyone with kindness.

But he tries.

“Are you mad at me, love?”

There’s a little bit of electricity in the air that you can feel in the strands of your hair that you know emanates from him. Energy that he hasn’t kept inside now that he has no reason to show any restraint. His eyes aren’t glowing however; if anything, they’re devoid of any light, dull like a lifeless forest in the dead of night. You wonder if, haggard as he appears now even if he is always and forever handsome, has come out of the wilderness. Where does he stay when he’s not here? Where is he physically when mentally he is lost?

You can’t get words out of your throat no matter how hard you try to answer him. He breathes from his nose, a sigh, and in the blink of an eye, he’s crossed the distance between you two, and has you pressed up against the wall. Caged in, his hands pressed on either side to make it clear that you have no escape, your faces are millimeters apart. This is not the man you love who values your space and your autonomy and the idea of you, above all, freely offering yourself to him. 

This is not your Izuku.

Nevertheless, not-Izuku kisses you roughly and bites your lip sharply as his mouth disconnects from yours. It’s painful and bruising and you think you taste blood, but the salt on your tongue probably comes from the tears that fall from your eyes as you tremble. 

When you look at him through a moisture-blurred view, for a moment it seems as though his eyes shine too. 

Maybe, maybe for a moment. You blink, and they’re dull again.

“Izuku, please don’t hurt her,” is the first thing that falls from your lips. 

His facial expression turns wicked for a moment and then he laughs and it is not his laugh. It’s something tinny and sick and wrong coming from him. He kisses you again, bites even harder this time, enough that you wince, and this time you are sure your lip is bleeding. 

“Hurt? Why would I hurt my princess? How could you even ask something so silly?”

Izuku presses his forehead against yours, and his cool breath runs over your wet cheeks. His hands grip your wrists and raise them up above your head, pressing the back of your hands to the wall.

“Why would I hurt her or you when you’re so vulnerable and need to be cared for?” The way he stresses that adjective - vulnerable - turns your stomach and your whole body tenses, which he notices, tightening his grip on your wrists. 

“See, love, that’s why I had to come back. I said I would come back, didn’t I? To think I’d leave the two of you alone in such a twisted, unsafe world… what kind of man would I be if I behaved like this?”

You swallow hard, unable to look at him as you search for other points to focus on. He notices.

“Don’t you dare look away from me,” he hisses. Your eyes snap obediently away from everywhere else in the room and focus on him. There’s nothing behind his eyes. You want to scream into the endless void you stare into. What happened to him? What happened to your Deku?

“W-what do you want?”

Izuku’s eyebrows furrow, and for a moment, he looks genuinely confused, like a kid faced with a particularly difficult arithmetic problem. You stun him enough with your words that he lets go of your wrists for a moment and steps back, rubbing his chin.

It wasn’t meant to be said harshly - maybe it was your grief that hardened your voice, but he seems to retreat to somewhere deep in his chest, before shaking his head.

He smiles again, that unnatural grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“I thought I was coming home. Do I need permission to see my family?” he asks in a honeyed voice. 

He leans in further, pressing a scarred, calloused hand to your cheek and stroking gently. Once upon a time, you would have leaned into his palm and kissed it, maybe even pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt so that you could kiss him. 

But all you can do is freeze, and let it pass. 

And he gets impatient. His fingers now pinch instead of caressing; it would be cute, and it was once cute, when he pulled your cheeks like this to steal a kiss, but now the downturn of his lips show that he is trying very hard not to accept the truth that you are rejecting him, or at least the ‘him’ that you see before you now.

His voice flattens.

“You really thought you’d keep me out with those silly trinkets?” he growls. The other shoe has dropped.

“Who made them?” he asks. “Who did you ask to help you keep me out of my own home?”

Izuku’s hands move quickly, now cupping your chin in his hands and pulling you to him roughly as he stands, so that you’re nearly lifted up off your feet. It’s an action that’s lacking any tenderness as though he’ll yank your head clearly off your shoulders. 

“Honey? That’s a direct question, not rhetorical,” he repeats.

You don’t utter a single word, and by now he’s beyond frustrated. He lets go of your face and you lose your balance ever so slightly, but before you fall he grabs your wrist again. You pull away reflexively and a flash of anger rises in him, and he pulls even harder, enough that you can feel the tingle of his Quirk intensify. 

“Clearly, we seem to be having trouble with intimacy, so I guess we’ll have to address that first before I ask you to communicate basic information with me.” The edge to his voice is palpable but the pain of the pressure he’s putting on your arm is almost worse and you try so hard not to cry out at the sensation of him nearly crushing your bones, knowing very well that this is the least of his rough handling of you for now but then - 

“Daddy?”

Your heart stops. Izuku lets go immediately, and you turn around with a gasp to see your little girl, a flurry of nightclothes and curly green hair, leap into his arms without the slightest bit of hesitation.

No, no, no, how… of all the times to wake up! You ignore the dead feeling in your arm to run into him and shove him as he holds your daughter and twirls her around, but he barely feels you, and you practically bounce off of him like rubber on glue. 

She barely even notices you fall flat on your ass. Rather, she lets her father give her the affection she’s been missing for months, and you can only watch in abject horror as Izuku throws her up and down in the air a couple times, then asks her if she’s been good.

“Daddy, where’d you go?” She finally asks, once she’s stopped giggling. Her cheeks are rosy and excited and her eyes are bright enough to fill his darkened ones - you clutch your bruised arm and can only watch. 

Izuku glances at you then blows a raspberry in his daughter’s neck which has her giggling again.

“Mommy gave me a timeout!” he says cheerfully, holding her close. She nuzzles herself into the security of his chest, and holds tightly.

“Time out?” she murmurs. She clutches at his shirt possessively, and Izuku gives you a look. Your stare becomes hardened - it’s a plea but it’s also a threat that he better not try a single funny thing with her because then fear will give way to desperation and he will have to be prepared to kill you instantly and-

He laughs - it’s less tinny than before, but still it sucks warmth out of the room, unbeknownst to your daughter. “Yeah when you’re bad you get time out!” he reminds her, poking her belly. She laughs again and presses her hands on his cheeks squishing them.

“You can’t be bad!” she exclaims.

Izuku glances at you again, his chuckle drier and his eyes more narrow as he adjusts his baby girl in his arms.

“Well, your mommy seems to think so,” he replies, quieter this time. Somehow, she picks up the serious turn to his voice.

Your baby girl looks at you too, disheveled on the ground and breathing a bit heavier than usual, looking wrong, like a feral creature, the sudden reversal of positions being apparent in such a short time. 

She looks into your soul for a moment and furrows her eyebrows. She is thinking - assessing the situation. Her father who she hasn’t seen in quite a while is holding her tightly, her mother sits in a heap and does nothing. It is always too dark in this house these days. She can’t see clearly, not this, not anything.

“That’s not right, Mommy,” she says, finally. 

Your heart pounds. You want to charge at him,  knowing full well all you will do is traumatize your daughter at best and get yourself killed at worst. You swallow your saliva as your throat is hot and dry.

Izuku grins at you, then pats her hair gently. He sets her down and kneels to her eye level. 

“Can you be a good girl for me, sweetie?” he asks.

She nods enthusiastically, clutching fistfuls of her dress to contain her excitement at having her dad home. The longer you watch her beam the more you feel like you want to puke up your insides. What do you do? What do you do?

“Go to your room and I’ll tuck you in in a little bit, okay?”

She nods and runs off immediately, back to the center of the home where you’re not sure how much of the structure still stands appropriately, but Izuku wouldn’t send her where it’s not safe - that’s his little girl after all - and the two of you watch as her small figure disappears.

The moment she’s out of sight, you finally spit up the vitriol that’s been bubbling inside you since that horrible display.

“Fuck you.”

You’re shaking, you are so upset. The thought that he can just barge in here, and put you in an awful situation, making you look like a bad person no matter what you do. 

Izuku’s dusky eyes narrow, and in seconds he’s dragging you to your feet and pulling you into the nearest bedroom.

“Gladly.”

It doesn’t matter how hard you kick and scream and protest. Eventually, Izuku gets tired, and throws you over his shoulder, clapping a hand over your mouth. You bite his palm and he barely reacts and instead of biting harder, you break out into muffled sobs. You don’t want to hurt him, it occurs to you. You don’t have the resolve to truly take purchase into his flesh and tear away like a beast.

He throws you onto the bed and locks the door as you bury your face into the bedsheets, continuing to muffle your tears. You’re not crying because you hate him, it’s because you love him still and the situation is so awful and confusing that it’s clear that there’s no way out. You scream and terrify your daughter, and Izuku will make you the problem. If she, by some magic, understands what’s going on, is it worth it for her to develop that same darkness behind your Izuku’s eyes right now?

Izuku snorts derisively as he watches you come undone in your own mind, as the reality sets in that there is truly no way out of this situation. You sob, and you sob and you sob, and he lets you, watching you with neutrality that is so atypical of him. You’re not the first person he’s seen cry, and even if you are the most important person to him, he’s had enough of your tears. Any tears, in fact. 

He sits at the edge of the bed until your sniffles die out, then finally runs out of patience.

“Stop it.”

You rise slowly to watch him stare at you, his own eyes red-rimmed. It’s the most emotion you’ve seen out of him since today, but you can’t understand what he’s feeling. You can barely understand your own right now. 

You sniffle and he sneers.

“Stop it right now,” he repeats, harshly this time. His lips crash into yours again and he pushes you so that you lay on your back. He tears at your clothes and your defenses, and soon you are kissing back, miserable and pathetic a creature as you are.

He whispers something about loving you and never letting you go, and you don’t have the strength to whisper back but you know it’s true. Your body misses him, misses the heat of his skin against yours and the scrape of his tongue across your nipples. It misses his fingers that tease you apart and make you fall apart, the sensation of being full of love for him and physically stretched and strained to accommodate him. It misses his teeth marking you, palms sliding across every surface.

“It h-hurts, Izuku,” you moan, sucking at his shoulder to distract from the corrupted pleasure. He groans into you as he continues to dig, deeper still when your nails dig into his back, deeper still when your legs tighten around his waist. “It h-hurts,” you murmur into his neck.

“You’ll endure for me, won’t you baby?” 

He doesn’t stop; maybe he slows, but he doesn’t stop.

The truth is you will. It’s not the only thing you’ll endure for him, you think as your head swims in desire.

“You feel better than I remember,”  he groans into your ear. “Perfectly tight, like you’ve been waiting for me this entire time to reclaim you, haven’t you?”

You sigh deeply and your back arches as you climax. It’s the only answer he needs.

“You’re mine forever, no matter what, aren’t you?” he says.

Till death do we part, you think, and you crash into full, reckless indulgence. Your husband lets out a cry; his hips stutter to a stop and he pumps you full, over and over again, and before you can catch your breath, he begins again. Faster this time.

“I love you. I will love you to pieces,” he whispers into your ear, and for the first time that day, looks at you with his own eyes, the look you remember. Your eyes well up. You’ve missed him terribly.

Your arms wrap around his neck.

“I love you, too.”

There’s catching up to do.

—

Bakugou has not heard from you all morning, and while he tries not to think about it, he can’t help but think about it. 

It’s only been a couple hours - he sent the message somewhere around 8 am, knowing that you’re usually up by this time. However, it’s almost 11 am and you should at least be up to take your daughter to school and yet you’ve neglected to respond. 

Not even a read receipt.

Oi, just let me know you’ve seen this message, okay? He texts finally, before shoving his phone back into his pocket. There’s quite a few other things he needs to be worrying about today, including tracking members of the second iteration of the League of Villains and figuring out what exactly happened to his friend. You are fine. You have to be, he thinks. 

His phone buzzes.

Instead of a message, it’s a video according to the banner. Bakugou hesitates, and there’s a tiny bit of dread as he opens it.

And his eyes widen in horror. 

You are wrapped up in white sheets, body facing away from the camera, but he can tell from the transparency that you’re most likely wearing nothing else. By the steady rise and fall of your chest, he can tell you’re still alive, albeit fast asleep. The camera shakes ever so slightly. 

From the audio, which he turns up he can hear a voice, Izuku’s voice.

“She’s just fine, don’t worry about us.” 

The video ends and Bakugou can feel his blood run cold as his mind begins to race. Before he can play the video again to look for clues, there’s a text message that pops up.

If you text my wife again, I’ll dash your brains on the concrete.

Have a lovely day.

[platrom]

Red, Red Wine.

VILLAIN! YANDERE! DEKU X READER

NOTE: The second part of “One Last Time” is in the works. However, there is no set time when it will be released. Thank you for your patience, understanding, and endless kindness. :)

WORD COUNT: 4,655+

WARNINGS: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, intense yandere themes, severely unhealthy and toxic relationship dynamic between reader and Midoriya, intimacy is used as a way to assert power, predator/prey dynamics, dominant/submissive dynamics (like the abusive and non consensual kind), vague description of dead bodies (hinting of dismemberment of heads that are familiar faces), constant on edge behavior, there are frequent signs and mentions of domestic abuse behavior, Midoriya is a top villain, reader was once a civilian, Stockholm syndrome (sort of), reader is appeasing to midoriya in order to survive, condescending and patronizing pet names (doll, darling, etc.), a huge plot twist, they are on the top of a building, Midoriya physically abuses reader, description of blood, not a happy ending

THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP IS NOT HEALTHY. IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE ARE STRUGGLING, PLEASE GET HELP. THIS BEHAVIOR SHOULD NOT BE CONDONED. PROCEED READING WITH CAUTION.

“Izuku, where are we?” Your dainty hands clasp onto his scarred forearms, fingertips squeezing helplessly against his bulging muscles. Gently, Izuku pulls your body closer to his, your lower back pressing against his abdomen. Your feet are sectioned in between his, and he places his chin on your shoulder before leaning into the crook of your neck.

Your lover’s coarse palms cover your eyes, preventing you from seeing this “surprise” he had planned. Despite the loss of one of your senses and the feeling of your husband’s astonishingly and worryingly warm body around yours, your ears still pick up the distinct whirring of cars speeding in the distance, couples giggling, and kids shrieking. The world around you sounds alive— free. It’s the first time such typical yet genuine sounds have reached your harking ears and your shoulders relax at what you could only describe as mellifluous noises.

A gentle breeze kisses your skin, sending a shiver down your spine that sends goosebumps down your arms. Instinctively, your shoulders droop as you lower your hands to rub your biceps to produce warmth for your chilled skin, mentally chastising yourself for wearing a dress for this occasion. That little voice that had possessed you, chanting at you to wear a dress for one of the sporadic times you were allowed to leave the penthouse with Izuku was a devious runt, considering it was still fall season and the beginning of winter had begun to mark its incoming presence.

Though, Izuku had told you that this was an extremely special occasion and wanted you to style yourself appropriately. You couldn’t just disappoint your Izuku, could you?

No, you couldn’t.

“Darling,” he coos, “I need you to keep your eyes closed for me, okay?”

Obediently, you nod your head and breathe out a small word of confirmation. Smirking into your skin, Izuku lifts his head from your shoulder and firmly grips your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leaning the back of your head into his chest. His hold is a warning— one you know all too well. If you do something he doesn’t like, it’s off with your head.

Time after time, Izuku would effortlessly place you in such subtlety compromising positions that most would brush aside for simply loving touches like the protective hand on the waist, the classic intertwining of fingers, or even the casual arm slung around one’s shoulders. And one way or another, each one would leave you vulnerable to his wrath. They all were positions of impeding submission- just as if with a predator and its prey. It was like the game of cat and mouse: the cat allowed the mouse to run to provide it a false sense of security and a chance to “hide,” but the cat was always one step ahead of the mouse. It knew the critter better than itself.

Presently, if he as so much desired to inflict the smallest ounce of pain upon you, he could tighten his grip on your chin, using nothing but the mere strength of his fingers to inflict severe and intense pain upon you. No arm or quirk required. And if he truly wanted, he could snap your neck without a moment’s notice and you wouldn’t even be able to feel it.

In short, you were inferior to Izuku Midoriya in every single way and he had no problem reminding you of your place that was tropic levels below him.

His fingers tilt your jaw upwards and that familar feeling of dread and panic begins to well in the pit of your stomach like a parasite festering. Dim memories resurface in your mind, reminding you of the reality that Izuku was a calculating man that always planned miles ahead. He analyzed his enemies and allies like a scientist studying its confined and captured test subjects, jotting down and mentally noting every minuscule detail about them. Every reaction, every action, every quality and characteristic.

Whatever your partner was planning, it frightened you to no end.

“Izuku?”

Behind you, your husband’s chest puffs in pride at the overly saccharine tone of your voice. He had taught you to habitually direct nothing but sugary sweetness towards him when even daring to garble out his hallowed name. Like a compliant little puppy, one that had been punished for their bad behavior as well as rewarded for their obedient behavior, you had begun to accommodate and form yourself to his liking.

For ages, you called him by his surname and work title (as well as a few other names) until eventually, he had broken your resolve and forced you to call him by his forename. Now, whenever he heard you say “Izuku” oh-so-sweetly in that voice of yours that left him spiraling in a flurry of jubilation, his heart would explode in his chest like thousands of fireworks lighting up the starry night sky.

Alas, you only knew this information because of the countless times your inamorato had gushed like a lovestruck puppy over how elated and enraptured he was by your voice that called to him like a siren luring their victims into a pool of water. He never failed to make it known just how he worshipped you.

“Don’t fret, my love,” Izuku coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “If you fall, I’ll catch you. Do you remember the vows we exchanged at our wedding?”

Don’t screw this up.

It’s a mantra that repeats in your head incessantly like a wailing baby pleading for its mother to pay attention to them. It was the same phrase that rung in your ears at your “wedding” with Izuku, cautioning you to step on your toes so you didn’t slice your heels on glass. It reminded you that the shards littering the floor with their serrated edges were not from the barriers you shattered, but from the ones you prompted him to explode into smithereens.

How could you forget that traumatic day? How could you forget the blood that spilled out of the young man’s chest, the only one who tried to free you from the suffocating clutches of the world’s deadliest villain?

On that fateful day, countless of Japan’s greatest heroes stood beside you, surrounding you like a wild pack of blood thirsty coyotes. Their eyes glistened with that exact unhinged glint that sparkled in the viridian irises of Izuku’s, the crazed faces that spoke miles about the demented thoughts that were conjured in their minds.

You wouldn’t put it past them to have given this same fate to some innocent civilian like you once were.

“How could I?” you respond serenely, forcing your lips to pull into a reminiscing smile. You’re sure that if you could see Izuku’s face, he would be grinning like a dork with a faint blush on his cheeks. Some things never changed with him.

The bulky man behind you mumbles something unintelligible and releases your face from his hold before taking a grand step back and clasping your hand in his and twirling you. The ends of your dress glide up and away from the skin of your legs, the smooth satin flowing like a rose finally budding its luscious petals.

In the care of his hands, you move effortlessly, like a professional figure skater performing on ice. The moment your chest presses against his, Izuku’s arms wrap around you, securing you to him completely and preventing all possibilities of escaping. His grip on you reminds you vaguely of a viper squeezing its prey to suffocation, watching as its victim’s eyes bulged out and jaw gaped like a fish out of water in a vain attempt to save itself from the claws of a reaper, to ignore the sound of death knocking on its door.

If death was embodied by any person, it would be Izuku Midoriya.

“You can open your eyes now, darling.”

Years ago, when you watched Pro Hero Deku speak in interviews, you thought that his emerald eyes were surely jewels crafted by only the finest, most nubile and skilled hands. That some deity who roamed the Mountains of Olympus had plowed through the toughest of mines and destroyed millions of geodes with a strength that only myths could describe to give him irises so exquisite and unparalleled.

Now, when you stare into the eyes of the former Symbol of Peace of Japan known as Deku and now the recorded worst villain worldwide, you are greeted by a glowing, radioactive green that bubbles with the promise of acid-burning flesh and scars to last a lifetime.

The memory of the eyes of a genuine hero is a dim one and in its place are the eyes of a bloodthirsty villain. How could such a person change in only a couple of years?

Because of you.

He sighs fondly, eyelids drooping and shoulders relaxing at the sight of your sinless eyes staring widely in puzzlement at his.

Play dumb, you remind yourself. It’ll all be over soon.

He adored whenever you let him take the reins to pamper you and would condescendingly coo at you whenever you succumbed to his overbearing behavior, too tuckered out to resist the absolute hulking mass of a man that claimed to belong to you entirely, body and soul.

Being obedient and compliant always came out with a better outcome for you both. After all, he was the apex predator and you were nothing more than his pet. Another mere prey in the food chain, caught up with an animal greater than it could ever be.

Against Izuku, you were weak. But you had claws too. Maybe not as sharp, but you could fight back too. And if not physical, then you could outsmart him. Be conniving. Sly, slick, quick.

All you had to do was play your pieces correctly. Stalemate or checkmate, you would get there eventually. You just had to be patient.

Delicately, Izuku taps your chin with the tip of his fingers, the gentle motion so foreign it successfully snaps you out of your thoughts and redirects your full attention on him.

“Darling, I know the sight is one you can’t beat, but I didn’t bring you out here to just stare at me,” Izuku teases, patting your head lightly. The remark is one so casual and so normal that it sends you reeling in shock and face exploding in warmth, forcing your eyes to shut in embarrassment and your lips to purse to stop a squeak from escaping your throat. Your arms move to wrap themselves around your face to conceal your flustered expression.

“If you really wanted to just stare at me, we could have stayed home. I don’t mind the attention, either— it’s not everyday I get to spend time with a pretty lady like you.”

The sound of Izuku’s hearty chuckling echoes into the night, increasing the heat that crawls onto your neck. Without a doubt, you’re smudging your makeup in a poor attempt to conceal your face from his prying eyes, but the act of lighthearted, innocent embarrassment is one you haven’t experienced in eons and you choose to only tighten your grip on yourself in a futile attempt to linger in the warmth and refreshment of the feeling. Izuku’s guffaws sound so casual and free— unlike the menacing and maniacal laughs you had grown accustomed to as his prisoner.

Hesitantly, you sneak a peek from the shelter of your limbs and watch as the hulking mass known as the world’s deadliest, most dangerous villain chuckled until tears began to form in his eyes.

“Don’t laugh at me,” your arms fall to your side and you lower your head, falling into a dejected stance. “I was just spacing out.”

Deku grins giddily, his normally dull jade eyes lightening up in fondness. Dramatically, he lifts a scarred hand to his face and another to his chest, leaning back to imitate a distressed and offended damsel. “Oh, I would never, my love!”

Rolling your eyes, you slap Izuku’s shoulder with an annoyed huff. Without a doubt, your poor efforts to inflict the smallest amount of pain on Izuku must have felt like nothing to the man who experienced years of strenuous and grueling training to strengthen his body to accommodate one of the world’s most puissant quirks that made him firmer than the mantle of the Earth itself. So much so, that even All Might could not defeat him— his own successor had surpassed Japan’s greatest hero and arguably the world’s best hero internationally. Izuku Midoriya, Deku, was a force to be reckoned with.

His name was whispered like a curse on the streets, and the heroes of today didn’t dare to even say his name.

Though, this villain was once a hero. You just don’t know where it all went wrong, when the world lost its privilege to scream out for their favorite hero to save them and instead gave you the role of being the lady in distress.

But you do, don’t you?

“Why are we out here anyway? It’s freezing, Izuku,” you trail off, making a show of rubbing your arms vigorously to further accentuate your point. Glancing above you, the stars of the night twinkle above you in mockery, their sparkles brightening despite your current misery.

A small murmur of apology slips past his lips, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks and stroke your face lovingly with the pads of his thumbs. “Today’s Halloween,” Izuku begins, and that familiar glint of adoration forms in his eyes as he watches your eyes widen in giddiness at the sound of your favorite holiday. Slowly, he leans forward until your foreheads touch, green curls tickling your scalp, and he moves his fingers to slip under the neckline of your clothes before rubbing tender circles on your neck, calloused thumb caressing the salubrious and unadulterated skin in contrast to his tainted and sullied skin. “I know how much you love the holiday, so I wanted to take you out to watch it happen in live action.”

The gesture is sweet, you can admit. He never took you out, considering the circumstances of your situation. It was thoughtful of him to remember that when you were younger, dressing up and collecting candy had been an absolute must for you every year. Who could pass up free candy?

Certainly, you couldn’t. Before and presently.

Hesitantly, you lift your hands to hold onto Izuku’s, (e/c) eyes gazing back into besotted basil ones. Having Midoriya in such close proximity was making your head spin— the savory scent of his cologne blended in with his skin so well, so much so that even with all this time spent together, you could never get used to the combination.

How could you?

Like the trained pet you were, you lift Midoriya’s hand to your lips and press a chaste kiss on a scar that ran all the way down to his forearm, eyes fluttering shut in hopes of appeasing your husband, the world’s deadliest villain.

Be obedient, you reminded yourself. Just do as he desires and you’ll survive.

“Always so appreciative, my love,” Izuku hums contently, pleased with your submissive behavior. “I taught you so well, didn’t I?”

A small smile breaks out on your face, akin to the mischievous grin of a Cheshire cat. The pawns on the chess board were falling into place, in your favor.

Check.

Breaking away from him, you cautiously inch towards the edge of the building, peering past the short concrete wall that prevented people from tipping off the rooftop. In the distance, you see people of various ages dressed up for Halloween. Little children skip down the street with their parents in step, dressed in frumpy little pumpkin costumes, sparkling princess dresses, and simple prince-like tunics. Teenagers huff as they chase their younger siblings down— scolding and chastising the children as they tiredly wipe at their eyes, smearing the heavy and dark lines of eyeliner they had spent countless hours applying.

Others drunkenly stumble down the sidewalk with their arms linked together, giggling like gossiping girls. The clicking of their heels meeting the rough surface of the pavement fills the silence of the night, along with the joyous and festive behavior from the neighborhood.

Brightly illuminated inflatable pumpkins fill the lawns of residential homes, childishly frightening faces painted onto the translucent orange tarps. Plastic bones crookedly stick out of the dirt and faux skulls litter the gardens located on the block. Styrofoam graves are splayed methodically on the ground, followed by hollow coffins occasionally stuffed with skeletons.

Halloween reminded you of the life you once had; it brought the innocence and kindness that laid deep within individuals to bubble up and explode. It showed a sweeter side to the world, one that allowed children to waddle around excitedly, shriek in joy, and chortle in pure jubilation at the immense happiness such thoughtful and caring behavior brought.

If only the world was still kind to you.

“That’s not the only surprise I have prepared for you, darling.” There’s a playful lilt in his voice that you haven’t heard in ages, a memoir of an era where nothing but sunshine, starlight, and moonlight flowed through a hero’s veins. A period where the sky was sincerely never the limit, where the world and its residents had begun to find tranquility, where crime rates that had previously skyrocketed has dipped to an all time low.

“Look behind you, darling.”

Obey him and you’ll survive.

Swiveling your head to side, you peer over your shoulder and past Izuku, only to be met by the sight of the classic Hollywood round table with a long white cloth draped over it.

Long, thin candles are placed in the center of the spectacle, their warm glow inviting you to sit down at the table. In contrast to the darkness of the night, the scenery looks absolutely breathtaking, as if it were straight out of a fairytale. Where a prince would free an enslaved princess and love her unconditionally until the end of time. Where two souls would travel the world hand-in-hand, safe in each other’s presence.

But not every story is the same; not every princess gets a happy ending.

On each side of the table are the standard silverware laid out, containing the elegant and ever-so-classic salad forks, fish forks, dinner forks, and more. Large, white plates rest in between the utensils, plated with katsudon on both your plates— Izuku’s favorite dish.

Two elegant, wooden seats are placed on opposite sides. The embroidery on the wood is done to a level beyond pure excellence— the carvings are delicate, thin, and flawless. Swirls and spirals decorate the deep mahogany wood, and laid atop the seats are thick, velvet cushions. Without a doubt, the pillow is sturdy yet so utterly soft and delightful.

“It’s all yours, my love.” His hands envelop your lower back, gently nudging you to inch towards the setup.

His heavy footsteps follow yours, the pounding of his black oxford’s meeting the floor below ringing through your ears.

It reminds you of the countless times you’ve heard Izuku’s footsteps late at night after he had come home from a long shift, or the days you spent in solitude, locked in a basement and chained to the walls of the cold, pitch black room.

He pulls out chair for you, before pushing it back in once you’ve securely seated yourself. Returning to his side of the table, he sits down and lifts a bottle of wine from under the table, popping out the cork.

“Care for a glass?” He’s nearly done pouring himself a hefty helping of liquor before tipping an empty glass in your direction and grinning.

If all went to hell, at least you would be buzzed enough to forget about it all.

You nod your head.

After pouring you a glass, you both proceed to eat. The meat is tender, savory, and flavorful. Once the noodles meet your tongue, they practically melt like a popsicle on a hot day. There’s the perfect amount of seasoning and chives that can be found in each bite, sending you reeling for seconds.

Minutes pass and the night continues to darken as you both feast on the meals in front of you, downing each bite with a sip of the sweet wine poured for you both. By the time you’re done chewing on your last bite, you’re a few glasses in and drunk.

Setting the cutlery down, you rest your chin on your palm, quietly gazing at Izuku’s massive figure. The angered thoughts that you had buried deep inside your mind creeps out of its closings, slipping to the front of your brain. Its claws push past the protective barriers that grew with time and experience, the survival tactics that you had to develop in order to adapt to an entirely new universe.

Maybe, it’s the liquor thrumming in your veins that pushes you to open your mouth clumsily and let words slip from your lips that you knew would have you punished.

"Do you regret it?”

Izuku’s fork stills, his head remaining downwards towards his meal. The air between you both stills, the candles that once radiated a tranquil warmth now becomes one that burns within your skin like a raging fire and raises the hair on your arms.

“Don’t go further,” the embers whisper. They flicker as the pace of the wind picks up, sending wisps of your hair flying. “Don’t play with fire when you know you can’t quell the flames away.”

“Don’t fall for the same trap you did years ago, (Name).”

But you were never one to listen to warning signs, were you?

“You had it all, Midoriya,��� the words gush out of your mouth like a flood filling a building, no force able to prevent the inevitable from occurring. “You surpassed All Might— the greatest hero to have ever existed in history since the beginning of quirks; everyone adored you and villains fell at your heels. You even managed to eventually defeat All for One. Wealth encompassed you and you could have had any person you wanted as your partner.”

The red liquid in your cup captures your attention, twinkling in the moonlight. “Yet, you threw it all away. Why? Anyone would have died to be in your position.”

Izuku remains unmoving, almost refusing to react. It’s like when a predator and it’s prey meet eye to eye, each one staring the other to make the first move. To attack or flee. But in this case, you were already cornered.

Helpless, weak, defenseless. Those were the words you would use to describe yourself. But your inferiority only spurs you on, feeding into the ignited flames.

“You took everything I had, even when you had to all.” Tears well up in your eyes, hands moving to fist at your dress. It’s overwhelming— the intensity of your emotions that now settle upon you. The liquid courage that once flowed through your veins seeps out of your system, leaking from your eyes. The edges of your vision fade away into a blurry mess, impairing you. Softly, you weep, “Why can’t I win, just once?”

The tears spill from eyes like a dam cracking from the pressure of the water. The trickle is slow, light, but as each tear falls the intensity increases until they stream down your face. Shallow breaths are taken with each sob, each exhale a painful heave that leaves your shoulders rattling. Loose limbs freeze in place like stone, muscles tending to the point of violent shaking.

Your sobs are obnoxiously loud, disruptive, and foreign with the beauty of the night, but you can’t stop. You set a foot into the rabbit hole and now you’ve fallen into it with no escape.

A gentle scraping of wood against tile is drowned out by your desperate breaths, until you feel warm hands clasp your own and hug you tightly. Small murmurs leave his lips as he tenderly rubs your skin, the heroic instincts he once had kicking in.

Truly, there were some parts that you could not entirely remove from a person no matter how drastically they changed.

Eventually, the tears run out and you are left motionless in Izuku’s hold, eyes stuck in a blank stare. You’re nothing but a mere doll, lifeless and pliable. Izuku coos at you as he shifts you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Stand up, love” he whispers, shifting his hold onto your elbows to raise you from your chair. “I have one final surprise for you.”

You comply, leaning into Izuku’s hulking figure. Tuckered out from your wracking sobs, all ideas you held about refusing to succumb to his touch escape your mind.

“Look at the ground, darling.”

And you do as you’re told.

At first, there’s nothing but the tile of the building under you. It’s dark outside, but it looks solid in color. It would be rough against your skin if you fell on it. Probably cold too, like the feeling of thousands of needles piercing through your skin.

Then, a slight heat begins to emit from beneath you, warming your footwear. The plain color of cement fades away into a light gray and eventually, into an ivory. There’s sudden clicks from below you and instinctively you clutch onto Izuku’s arm, mind alert. You don’t have the energy to panic, but you know that something isn’t right.

The ivory fades away to form a translucent tile, but there are undefined shapes below you.

The clicks continue, but with each one it sounds closer and sections of the building under you light up, the brightness seeping through the cracks.

“Izuku, what’s this?” Your voice quivers, knees trembling in place.

He grins maniacally, verdant irises gleaming in glee. “Just wait and see,” he responds.

The clicking comes closer and closer, and with each light that switches on you can begin to make out certain shapes.

Familiar faces.

Once the final light turns on, you’re in tears all over again, in a state of shock. The bloodied faces of your former classmates, friends, and coworkers stare back at you, their own eyes lifeless. It’s disgusting, the blood that covers the building below you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You can only stare in horror as you watch the people of your past look back up at you, long gone from the world.

“Isn’t it just extraordinary?” He squeezes your shoulders enthusiastically, beaming from one ear to the other. “You get to see all the low-lives of your past dead, in front of your very own eyes. Everyone who made you suffer is finally gone. Isn’t that just wonderful?”

The sight makes you want to vomit the katsudon and wine back up again.

“Can’t you see how much I love you, darling? I killed everyone who hurt you to make you happy!” He twists your face to meet his, moving to press a kiss to your lips.

And you don’t stop him.

You can’t.

You never could.

You should have listened when you were told to run, just like you were so many years ago. You should have listened to others, too blinded by ignorance.

This time, you were blinded by fear.

And now, you were stuck forever.

Closing your eyes once your lips meet his, you accept your reality.

You were stuck forever with Izuku, married to the world’s worst villain.

You fell for his trap and now had you in his grasps forever, just like he planned. You could never outsmart the puppeteer; this was his world. Not yours. It never was and it would never be.

And you had finally accepted the inevitable.

“No one is coming back for you, you know? You’re mine forever.”

You would never win against Izuku Midoriya. No one ever could.

It was best to accept the truth sooner than later.

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[thetreefairy]

What about platonic erasermic and class 1A yandere Ofc, with a student who’s blind, but they have snakes in there hair to help guide them(think like a Medusa Like quirk) and they hear someone bulling them. I wonder how far would they take it 🤔🤔

I'm assuming separate,

I should also really update my masterlist—

They/them Reader, teenager.

Erasermic

The bullies were from general studies, they were jealous that a 'villain' was able to get in the hero course and they couldn't.

The reason they found out was by luck

Shinso was passing and was recording everything, he then showed it to Eraserhead and his husband.

The two immediately went to Nezu with the recording and long story short

They were all expelled under the grounds of bullying and haressment, which caused some Karen parents. Nothing they can't deal with.

The police also got involved.

So they all couldn't get into another hero school :)

When Reader finds out they're quite mad and their so-called-family

They wouldn't take it far in a violent way, they would just ruin their future in a passive aggressive way and make them the villains in public opinion.

Class 1—a

Now class 1-a has bakubitch with them and deku

So that means the bullies are threatened, beaten and to save themselves they would go to Nezu and confess themselves.

But not with Reader around, and Reader defends their bullies.

"I do look like a villain, so they aren't completely wrong."

The snakes on their head were even protesting.

And after that, you can bet that the whole class is going to have a game night, and Bakugou of course cooking a five star meal for Reader and telling the others to cook for themselves.

And the next day they beat the bullies up:)

Class 1—A would be violent but would try to keep it away from reader.

Sorry if it's a bit messy, my exams result are coming in in a few hours and nervous as fuck ;-;.

[loversdelusions]

What about yandere deku but he doesn’t kidnap reader. Just stalks her and collects every information to a wall or something. School au maybe?

Izuku wasn't creepy. He wasn't, he wasn't! He just... He didn't know what to do. He could tell that he wasn't supposed to do this, that it wasn't healthy, it wasn't right. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about you. Your voice, your eyes, your movements... It all drove him crazy!

He was only worried. He was worried about you, that's why he had to make sure you were okay. Yeah, of course. You were too genuine, too amazing, too beautiful for anyone to actually let go, so it was only logical for him to keep you safe, to make sure you made it home safe, right?

Only logical. Only logical.

He doesn't need to save you yet, no, he can contain himself. But he can't always be alone without your eyes, without your touch, and smile... He can't bear to be without you, it's not fair!

So it's okay for him to follow you home, right? He just wants to make sure you get home safe, of course. He wouldn't want you to be caught up in a villain attack or anything. So you'd understand, of course.

You really wouldn't mind him taking just a few pictures of you, right? I mean, you're just so beautiful, he loves you so much, he just wants to see you all the time, and if he can't hold you to him, and gaze into your eyes, then maybe he can look at your pretty face in those pictures, your serene expression as you slept, it just made his heart warm. You wouldn't mind.

It's okay because he knows you'll be his in the end, so a few pictures won't be so much of a problem. Stealing some of your things won't be a problem, because he's your husband! He might as well be, right? So don't worry.

Missing underwear, missing clothes, it's fine.

You'll be reunited with them soon. He'll be yours soon, and you'll be his. He doesn't need to go to the extreme.

It just takes time. Time for him to finally approach.

[thatonedeadchick]

How would yandere Deku react to reader getting married to someone else?

Yandere Deku reaction

How would Yandere Deku feel if his Darling got married to someone that isn't him?

The poor thing is going through ALL of the stages of grief...

Here he was at his Darlings wedding Sobbing his emerald eyes out. Why? It should be a happy day? Right?

Well not for him; you weren't marrying him you were marrying his old childhood best friend, and at first he didn't know how to feel...

At first, he was sad. How could this happen? He was the one always there for you, so why would you marry Kacchan? And Kacchan was always so mean to him so why would you want to marry him?

Then he would be angry, how dare you?! How. Dare. You how could you do this to him!? But his anger towards you doesn't last very long, his anger then shifts...

No, it wasn't you; his baby, his angel, his babydoll, his little poppet~ no it is never you, it was him!

He manipulated you! Tricked you! You didn't want this! That must be what was going on!! Because there was no way a perfect darling Angel would want to marry a disgusting brutish goblin.

So after the wedding and holding in a gag every time you kissed your husband. He would have to make you wash your mouth out before he gave you kisses...

He would plan a hit on his dearest best friend, make it look like a villain did it which shouldn't be very hard cuz who is gonna go against what the number 1 says? NO ONE!

And after falling some tears at the funeral, comforting you, and slowly squeezing his way into your heart, he will have you!

Yeah... That sounded like a good plan to him

"Don't worry my Dolly~ soon you will be free from his vile clutches~ I promise, I'll save you~"

[dearest-kibble]

Can I request headcanons for yandere Bakugou, Todoroki and Deku where they have been leaving their darlings voicemails proclaiming their love and whatnot and seeing as they're not reacting badly to it, their darling must be happy. Turns out they haven't heard any of it because they don't know how to access their voicemail

Oh gosh oh gosh I love this concept??? Thank you for requesting! 

Okay so,,, these get a little unhinged real quick because i am in a mood so!

Tw: Dacryphilia, degradation, stalking, yandere relationships, unhealthy relationships,  (Maybe?? just in case,,,) dumbification, lots of cussing (Thanks katsuki.) They’re all pretty abusive,,, Midoriya’s gets a little n/sfw-ish? Like just motions of moans but,, to be safe also panty stealing. I love these boys so much so i’ll make them terrible,,, as a treat.

All of these characters are third years!

So here now, we have a temperamental one.

And no, it’s not Katsuki.

It’s Shoto.

Half cold, half hot.

He’s easy to anger. If you say the wrong thing, well you’re in for it.

But, he likes you.

You’re always smiling at him.

He knows that you smile at others but there has to be something to smiling at him, right?

People tell him he’s handsome, they tell him he looks good. Women ask for his number.

So you smile at him because you like him.

So he’ll dote on you a little.

He has your number. He paid someone for it.

And he’s been leaving you just about the nicest things he could.

He loves talking to you, even if he doesn’t quite feel comfortable talking to you face to face.

And he just loves telling you how sweet you look for him. How cute your voice sounds and how he just loves you.

“I’ll make sure to marry you one day. You’ll have anything you want.”

“You looked so sweet in that outfit today, once we’re married, I’ll get you something like it. Would you like that? I’ll make sure you have the nicest clothing for when you walk down the isle, goodbye.”

“Your voice is stuck in my head, I can’t wait until I can hear your voice all day in our house together. Goodbye, I can’t wait to see you.”

“When we have a child, you’ll be a wonderful parent. I love you, goodbye.”

“You’ll marry me, right? Goodbye darling, say yes.”

And well, Shoto wasn’t being told to stop, but you weren’t talking to him.

At all.

And so, he tries to ask you about it after class, in the dorms when you two are in the common room.

Luckily for Shoto, you’re the only one there.

You send him a quick smile as you see him sitting in the corner, before you return to stretching.

It makes his heart stop - just for a few seconds - before hastily standing up and walking towards you.  

“Why haven’t you said yes?” He’s got that intense sound in his voice, like it’s as important as finding a villain.

“Yes to what?” You’re still stretching as you look up into his eyes.

It’s clear to him that you don’t have a clue. And really, that shouldn’t make him angry. It’s irrational to think that you’ve been deliberately ignoring him. But who doesn’t check their voicemail?

“The messages I’ve left you, why haven’t you responded to any of them, don’t you love me?” Shoto feels as calm as ever.

You’ve stopped stretching. Expression blank as you attempt to process whatever is going through your head.

“Of course I love you!” And your smile is back. Shoto nods, of course you love him, he can give you whatever you nee- “You’re one of my friends!”

Oh.

“Oh.” Ice begins to melt beneath his flesh

“I don’t know what messages you’re talking about though, did you ask Sero for my number? Class notes, right?”

You can’t not know how to check your voicemail. No one is that stupid.

“The messages I left you. You must’ve checked them.”

“I’m uhh..” You laugh a little. Normally it’d make him blush. “I don’t know how to check them. Sorry Todo...”

“You know exactly what I am talking about.” The look you give him is nothing but confused.

“I... don’t, could you explain it to me?”

“You wouldn't need this explanation if you just talked to me.”

“Sorry Todoroki, I didn’t know you wanted to talk.” You’re a good actor, because there's no way you didn’t know he wanted to talk to you, to marry you.

“I’ll show you.” He grabs you hand and yank you off the ground. “Give me your phone.”

“Wha-” You shiver.

“Your phone. Give it to me.” You hand it over without hesitation. “Good.”

It doesn’t take long for him to find the messages he left. 

“How do you know my password?” He ignores your question.

He opens the most recent message he left. Just this morning.

“Good morning. I want you to know, that our marriage won’t be a quirk marriage. I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like in the dress i have picked out, I love you. Goodbye.” 

“Todo-” 

“Shoto. I’m going to be your husband.” 

“I- give me some time to process-”

“You have had plenty of time to process. So you must’ve been ignoring me.”

“I haven’t!” It’s adorable how desperately you try to lie. You’re quite good at it. 

“Be quiet.” His voice is devoid of emotion. “You can’t go around ignoring your future husband like that. Now we’re going to have a nice, long chat about this in my room.

“But Todoro-”

“You will call me Shoto.” He sends a flare of ice up your arm.

“Shoto! You’re name is Shoto and I-” Your free hand scratches desperately at the ice. 

“Desperately trying to get me to remove the ice.” He gives you a cold smile. “Once you really learn your lesson, that won’t happen again. Got it?”

You nod. Tears dripping down your cheeks. 

“You wouldn’t be crying if you didn’t ignore me.” He pets your hair. “Now, I’m more than a friend to you, right love?”

“Of course Shoto! I love you more tha-”

“Then smile like you do.” You look like you’re helpless with those tears in your eyes though. 

You try, you really do but this is where your acting prowess stops. It’s not a cute, sweet thing like normal. No, it’s ugly and contorted.

“Try again.” Practice makes perfect. “That isn’t what I asked for.”

You wipe your tears with your free hand. He should’ve frozen them both. You’d have to learn to rely on Shoto sooner or later. You take a deep breathe and fix your face into that adorable little smile you gave Shoto.

“Was that so hard?” He brings a chilled hand to your face to wipe away a tear that had gotten away from you. “Come, we’ll talk in my room. Once your arm melts, we’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson.” 

Katsuki only has your number for study sessions, he swears.

Your friends don’t believe it no matter how loud he yells.

Probably for good reason.

You’re not doing nearly as poor as Kirishima in terms of grades, and you weren’t a bad note taker either. So the fact that Bakugou still invited you to study and the fact that he seemed a little extra harsh on you?

Your friends find it a little strange.

But Bakugou also calls Kirashima “Shitty Hair” so it’s not really out of character for him to tell you how much of a dumbs you are for getting from point A to B in a different way than normal. 

Hell, Bakugou does it the way too.

He tells you it’s because you’re “A shitty extra who’s just trying to be better than me!”

Which, to be fair, checks out with how he treats the rest of the class.

So he’s fine.

Your friends are just a little paranoid that’s all.

And he can understand that. After all, who wouldn’t want to protect you?

He even leaves you little messages. He thinks they speak for themself.

“You got bruised today when you were trying that shitty new move of yours. Be more god-damn carful next time!”

“Hey. Why aren’t you at our study sessions? Shitty Hair isn’t as stupid as you and he actually understands the material. I’m stuck here for another damn hour if you don’t- Oi! Pick up the fucking phone you shit head!”

“Fuck, I went a little far with the last message. I saw your new cut. Did you get it from a shitty piece of paper? You’re a fucked up excuse for a hero if you got beat by a piece of paper. Don’t worry doll, once I’m with you, I’ll kiss it all better.”

He leaves countless messages a day. 

You haven’t even thought about them he bets.

Your brain might as well be a cows, you’re so fucking stupid. 

“Oi! Cow brain! Talk to me.” He doesn’t dare drag you over. You’re still delicate even if you have the mental capacity of a shrew.

“One second Bakugou, I’m going to talk to Mr. Aizawa about mastering my quirk.”

You haven’t even figured out how to master your quirk? So fucking useless. But he waits for about fifteen minutes outside the door. 

“We need to have a study session.”

“Why? I’m doing pretty well, aren’t I?”

“Not with that stupid burn mark you got from sparring with the laser extra!”

“Aoyama?”

“Fuckin Aoyama.” Little blond bitch is trying to hurt you. 

“I’m fine Bakugou, i’m going to be a hero I should get used to a few cuts and burns, with the villain climate,”

“The fucks a villain climate?” You don’t even know that climate is used for weather. You really are a stupid pig. Someone needs to save your bacon, huh?

“The way villains are at the-” Damn your eyes look like a deers’

“I know what a villain climate is!”

“So, you pulled me aside to study, right?”

“At least you remember that.” Any smart person would’ve figured out that was a lie though. “But you’re a fucking idiot for thinking that was the case. You’ve been getting my notes, you know how fuckin worried I am about you getting hurt.”

“You worry about me getting hurt?” Your mind really did move like molasses. 

“Pretty fuckin slow on the uptake there sweetheart.” 

“You’ve been sending me messages?” Oh fuck. You’re even dumber than a cow. 

“Are you completely braindead? I’ve been calling you a dumbass for months,” 

“I don’t know how to open my voicemail, not my fault technology is confusing baku-”

“No one is that fucking dumb!” 

“Bakugou, you’re yelling.”

“No Shit?! I wouldn’t need to be if you actually understood anything that I’m telling you! It’s not that fucking hard to understand you just open your damn phone, and click on those stupid ass red icons on the phone app.” If you weren’t so delicate and in need of keeping safe, he’d punch you.

“Oh uhh- Bakugou? Did you mean to play these?”

“Fuck no I didn't.” Maybe he’s a little obvious. But not so obvious that you’d pick up on it.

“I uhh really think I love you? Maybe it’s cause you're such a fucking dumbs that I can’t stand that you get hurt. It’s painful to see. Shit. I hate that I love you. Just die already.” Katsuki in the phone sounds like he’s gone soft. Can’t have that.

“Bakugou, it isn’t very heroic to tell someone to go d-”

“That’s the thing your shitty mind picks up on?” You’re such a cute little doll. “I just told you that I loved yo-”

“Even more of a reason to report you. Two pro heroes shouldn’t have a relationship, it’s unprofessional.”

“Your stupid ass really thinks you’re gonna be a hero? You can’t even go a round with Aoyama without getting a burn. Nah baby, you’re gonna be at home, well protected and away so that you don’t have a chance to fuck something up.”

“I’m going to be a hero Bakugou.”

“I tell you that I’m gonna keep you at home, away from everything and everyone and you’re concerned with being a hero? Dumb as hell.” 

“Bakugou, you seem to be especially mean to me-”

“Fuck it. You wanna get a shitty Lunch Rush meal?” Oh it’d be so easy to drug you up. You probably don’t even think about people who might drug your food. You're just a stupid little doll.

Midoriya really likes stalking you, okay?

You’re cute, a real old family friend and really sweet too.

You were absolutely ecstatic when his mom held that dinner to celebrate his quirk’s manifestation.

He almost told you the truth about All For One.

Big developments should be shared with the people you love, right?

Course he never really got your number cause he’s a little bit shy, but.

You won’t mind if he finds it in your house, right?

He’s been there countless times before, so it’s not like this is anything big or new or a groundbreaking development. 

It’s just, he’s here at night now, and you’re asleep. And so are your parents. 

But he’s quiet, don’t worry! He’s not gonna wake anyone up. It’s a hero’s duty to make sure that others are okay, and that includes getting the proper amount of sleep!

So he makes his way around your house with a nervous shuffle. 

How can he be calm when you’re sleeping just mere rooms away? It’s very distracting with you on the bed, just splayed out for him to watch and look at while you dream. 

Sometimes you moan. 

He likes to think he caused that.

He’s a little disgusted to think it, but he’s a little pent up. All the time

And you just look so cute on top of that bed-

But he came here for a phone number, and he’s gonna get one. 

Besides, he’s going to be the number one hero, a symbol of peace! He can’t sully All-Might’s legacy with dirty thoughts!

So he finds your phone charging on a chest of drawers in your room. 

After a few seconds of watching you sleep.

And oh you look good in a tank top and shorts, eyes closed and-

He picks up your phone to distract himself.

You were really trusting, weren’t you? You didn’t even have a lock on your phone.  

He’d hug you if you wouldn’t wake up from his cold skin.

He’d do more than hug you-

Nope, not gonna think about that and Midoriya hates himself a little for looking through your drawer to find where you keep your panties. 

There a lot of pairs to choose from, colored, patterned, laced... So many, pretty kinds of panties.

He settles for a pure, white pair. It’s plain. You won’t miss it.

After he pockets the guilt-inducing panties, he once again sets his sight on your phone.

Once again, he opens it, tries to find where you’ve put your contact information, and quickly duplicates it for his own device,

“Goodnight Bunny! Sleep well!” Oh what he wouldn’t give to kiss you goodnight.

After that, he decides to send you a few messages. They’re quick, innocent, sweet. He almost recorded himself cumming in your panties.

That morning, he wakes up bright and early, with even more energy than normal. He send you a good morning message, and moves on to stretch before class. 

He isn’t late but the only notes he can take in classes are those about your sleeping habits.

You snore, you like to sleep on your left side rather than your right, meaning Midoriya is the little spoon, and you like to sleep in tank tops which means Midoriya has to start wearing them.

When lunch rolls around, before Midoriya meets with Iida and Ururaka he sends you a quick update.

He should probably return your panties,

After he washes them, of course. 

He returns that night to your house with a notebook he’s decided to dedicate to you and your shared love story.

He checks your phone again and debates playing the recordings back to you in your sleep, or waiting for you to find his sweet surprise.

You’ve always likes surprises, you’d love one from him!

He looks at your panty drawer again.

It takes most of his willpower not to take another pair.

“Goodnight! Sleep well bunny!”

He makes a swift exit and leaves another message.

He repeats the process for several days and maybe it’s his imagination, but you sleep with a smile on your face now!

He wonders if it’s the returned panties that did it, or his messages.  

Sunday is date night for your parents, and it’s U.A’s day off. It’s like the stars have aligned themselves for Izuku Midoriya and your love.

He’s going to ask if you like his messages and if you’d like him to start texting you.

After five days of sneaking in the night, finally Izuku can knock on your door and see the light shining on your perfect face.

He knocks on the door, dressed in casual clothes. 

You answer in an All-Might hoodie and Izuku imagines it’s his All-Might hoodie.

“Oh! Hey Midoriya! Parents are out now, would you like to come in?”

“Oh uh! Yes please!” Even if he’d imagined this playing out so much, he can’t help the nervous tick of his hands. He’s so so close to you.

The door stays open until Izuku walks through, It’s nice to come in the front, and not a window.

You begin leading him towards the kitchen, hang a left out of the foyer. 

“I just started some chicken nuggets, hopefully I made enough for you,” You spin around suddenly. “I don’t know why, but I don’t think I have your number.”

That means you haven’t listened to any of his messages then? Izuku’s smile drops.

“Oh it’s nothing personal, I just never thought of giving it to you before, agues i should’ve considering how long we’ve known each other. I didn’t mean to make you look so sad Doriya, here its...”

Would he have to show you his messages? Would he have to make you see how much he loved you?

But that... sounded so violent! So villainous. It wouldn’t be right.

“Hey..” You put a hand on his shoulder. It fits perfectly. “You got that Doriya?”

“Yes!” His smile isn’t hard to regain with your hand so warm on him.

“Nuggets are done too! How many you want?”

“Oh, I’m actually, not- that hungry.”

“Any reason?”

“In my-” What did should he  — that’s got to work. “In my most recent work-study, there’s this case where someone is leaving voicemails to their targets,” But that makes him sound more villainous  than he wanted to.

“Oh shit really?” You look very cute with your wide eyes. 

“Uhm, yes?” It’s a terrible lie and anyone could pick it up if they weren’t so good and kind and trusting - and oh no.

It just had to make him sound like a villain.

“I’ve been getting some voicemails recently, and if it’s evidence or anything, do you need to take a look?”

“No,” He can feel the sweat dripping from his face. “It’s ah, fine?”

“Midoriya, if I have evidence and I don’t bring it in, wouldn’t that make me an accomplice?”

“Technically-” But if you knew they were from him why would you think they were an accomplice- you thought he didn’t have your number. 

You hadn’t heard those messages.

“Do you know is it’s evidence?”

“Well I can’t actually open m voicemail but if it’s anything, you can teach me, right?

“Of course!” He offers a hand to take the phone. “You just -” He taps a few things, “There!”

And you two listen to them. Izuku has such a big smile on his face.

“Good morning! I hope you feel great today! I’m going to do the best i can today, and i know you will too! I love you!”

“I’m about to at lunch, i wonder what you’re having. Maybe one day, we can cook together? Love you, have a nice meal!” 

“I’m about to get ready to come see you tonight, if you want to, stay up! I want to kiss you goodnight! Love you Bunny!”

“What is this?”

“I’m a little embarrassed, but it’s like the voicemails said! I love you, morning noon and night!”

“Midoriya, have you — oh god is that where my panties went?” The anger in your voice hurts him. “Get out.”

“Bunny I-”

“Get out of my house Midoriya. Before I call a real hero.”

“I love you!” 

“You don’t love me, you like my panties and an idea you’ve cultivated because we were never really that close.”

“I’ve known you since i was-”

“Yes, you have, but it’s our parents who are friends - not us. If we were friends, by now I’d call you Izuku.” And like that the notebook of his brain that’s pages were being torn out and stomped on were being sewn back in by a practiced hand.

“You can call me Izuku, if you want.”

“Midoriya, i’m telling you, get out and I won’t report you. You could get your license revoked. You don’t want that.”

“But-”

“Leave.” The way you stood your ground was very admirable. 

He makes a mental note, you are trusting, sweet, kind and headstrong. 

He can work with those. 

He’s suddenly glad he only returned one pair of panties.

He’ll get to visit you again real soon.

-- 

HOLY SHIT DID THAT TAKE FOREVER TO GET Through. I rewrote Shoto’s part five time but im pretty happy with it. Overall I think Bakuboi’s is the best.,., and Izuku,,, my poor deku,,, yours is.... interesting. Anyway thank you for the patience of the requester! And for also requesting these three lovely lads. Oh boy,,, time for some smut coming up... 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi! So this just a thought but I loved your villain deku series so much, I wondered wouldn't it be interesting if in some alternate universe the story being the same that the wife was a vigliante. There both to busy with work or in deku's case villainy to notice, and y/n is to busy tracking down deku with shinsou that she doesn't even realize it's her own husband. Imagine the scenario if deku thinks the thorn in his side vigliante kidnapped his wife to lure him, their the only one qualified enough to get away with it, bold enough to try, what he doesn't know was that his wife forgot to make up an excuse for working to late and now his wife is masked tied to a chair being tortured for own absence. And deku doesn't realize until he takes off the mask for the grand reveal all while the wife doesn't know. Deku is speechless and the wife goes "What's with the stare, I thought you were married?"

Vigilante Reader | Yandere DekuWife Reader

Pees his pants

When he sees your sweat-beaded face and fiery gaze

He wants to pee his pants

In hopes that maybe he’ll relieve himself of this awful feeling 

He–in the best world–wouldn’t have gotten into the deep torture

Only kicking, maybe punching but nothing that requires seeing your skin

Because honestly if he even saw an inkling of your skin he’d pause 

He’s that in love 

And he’s that dedicated

Before you put a ring on it he would have his closet (not his walls because you visit) Filled with pictures of you 

He’s got your image memorized

So he’d know if he’d even got a glimpse

So when he sees your face finally uncovered and spitefully shouldering the pain

Whatever you say is muffled by the ringing in his ears as he realizes just how terrible he’s been to you

How much he’s hurt you

It honestly depends on how far he got into hurting you

If he did happen to go pretty far without seeing your skin or face he’s near having a mental breakdown

And you can crack a joke or two about your face

But he’s just gone 

he has to leave to compose himself where he’ll rack his brain on what to do

He has two choices revert to Izuku, a man worried about where his wife went 

or the villain that will oust himself and run away with you (whether you want to or not)

It honestly depends on how badly he’s hurt you

In the best-case scenario, he’ll have caused minor damage enough to continue his villainous persona

Leak wherever he’s going to dump you’re ‘weakened’ body where he’ll watch from afar as Shinsou and the police collect you 

Picking up whatever fake evidence he purposefully left behind

But if he’s really screwed up and hurt you badly 

He’s sorry but he just can’t let you go

He’s going to reveal himself where he’ll beg for your forgiveness

Crying like a baby while he rests his head on your lap

“I so sorry honey! I didn’t know it was you! Pwease forgive me!”

Even if you frantically try to calm him he’s just so busy crying he won’t listen to anything you say

Enacting his absolute plan Z 

which means eliminating the entire city while he and his crew fly out of range

So he’ll pack up your house while you relax in his lavish temporary quarters with quirk-killing cuff and a chain to make sure you can’t leave the expanse of his room without alerting him

Even when he’s finished crying he just can’t be talked out of it

You’re already mad at him so destroying the city is the least he can do 

He’s honestly willing to look into memory wiping quirks 

That or a marriage counselor that’s going to convince you otherwise

[thespiantherepist]

Devoted Devotee Yandere Bakugou x Superfan reader!

{Warnings: Blood, obsession, creepy vibes. Yanderes, jealosy. Be careful here if youre not one for uncomfy themes. 18+ minors DNI. Enjoy the story! ~Nugget!} Ever since his debut you were obsessed. You had never heard of him until he lit up the city streets with light reminiscent of a newly born sun god. You were mesmerized. You watched him catapult through the air. His face and teeth shown with a sense of danger. He looked ready to kill if nessasary.  It drove you wild. SURE for a while your friends made fun of your newfound obsession. That was until... you didnt have friends anymore. You were a nice enough person! Sure, that wasnt the problem. They just got tired of not hearing about YOU. They always heard yap of the hero. “GROUND ZERO.” This, and, “GOD EXPLOSION MURDER!” That. It was time for  you to take a rehab... but you were’nt aware. You were part of his cult. The highest follower.  Papparazi. Spicy fan theories. FAN FICS. Oh how many nights you drooled over the scandelous drawings you blew much of your crypto currency on just to perfect. Your mind was in a haze and your heart was set on him. You went to almost every live viewing. And you were perfectly happy, and healthy... until you were’nt.  You started becoming sick more often. A sense of dread filling you if you were’nt able to snuggle up to your pillow with Ground Zero’s voice. Straight. In your ear. Insomnia would creep in. But you still woke as enthusiastic as ever, because you needed money for these meets... and money, comes from work. Your co-workers, were not as polite as your friends. While you rarely spoke to them, and mostly just to the clients they could always hear it.  Same as your friends. You would go to work and then be sent back home for being too sick sometimes. On one occasion your boss sent you some food, just so you’d eat. She used child tactics on you. “Ground Zero would like it if you ate your food dear.” She’d say, her soothing voice in front of you as you looked up. She’d give you a big smile. And you would eat. These. Were the only times you wouldnt talk of him. The womans heart broke everytime you talked of him. She would run her dark hands across your cheeck and softly tell you that he wasnt worth your love. She was never in the position to produce children. And she never wanted a husband. Nor did she want a wife. You were the closest to a grandchild the old woman had. So. To show your graditude you stopped. You chatted with her for hours. About you. Only you... and yourself. And that made her happy. You never thought you would get the chance to actually meet him. FOR REAL.  Your eyes buldged out of their sockets. You pulled your phone out, snapping pictures of him gliding through the air. HE WAS SO GRACEFUL! He looked like an angel and you thought of crying. He roared so loud you thought he’d damage his beautiful vocal cords. He finally after a greuling battle was able to take down the stupid villain. You swooned. Eyes filling with hearts as you leaned back wistfully. If only you could touch him. Then your life would be conten- “DUMBASS LEAVE ALREADY!” You felt a harsh prod at your forehead. Blinking you righted yourself. Awestruck at the sight before you. In fornt of your own two eyes. Touching you. Was Ground Zero. You fell to your knees. Hugging his boots.  “OMGOMGOMG!!!!! YOURE GROUND ZERO, I AM LITERALLY YOUR BIGGEST FAN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IVE WANTED TO MEET YOU!”  Behind his eyes there was a look of pure malace as he stared at his feet which were covered by your body. He was tempted to blast you to peices before realising. You were just a civilian. Just a weak, little, pathetic- You looked straight up at him. Eyes of admiration glistening back up at him. A hole night sky encapsulated in the precious lenses that were your eyes. He was taken aback. Suddenly noticing the adorable smiling face that peered up at him. He was almost confused. ‘When will they stop looking at me like that?’ He thought. But the longer he stared at them... the more enrapturing they got. He shook himself form the thought and pryed you away from him. “Fuckin what?” He said almost winded. Watching as you spryly lifted to your feet. Barreling back towards him before skipping in one spot.  “YEAH YEAH YEAH! OOH OOH.” You plucked a pen and notebook from your bag and shoved it towards him. He looked at it in discust. But at you? He just couldnt look away. “PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PPLLLLLLEEEEASE SIGN THIS! YOURE MY FAVOURITE AND I ADORE YOU!” The amount of praise you put out almost nullified any sense of discust now.  Witht the crowd gone and the sky darkening he sighed. But just before he could grab the objects. ‘Ill sign it! Mr. Fun Zero here wont take a chill pill for one second!” A flirtatious and somewhat goofy voice chimed in from behind him. A flash of yellow,and black passed the two of em. Chargebolt quickly wrote his alias... and his number. Followed by a black and yellow heart. Pikachu ears poking out at the top. He winked at you and handed the book back. “Youre a cutie, ya know?” He asked you retorically as you stared at the signature in confusion. “Haha! What am I asking of course you know.” He said in a friendly way.  Ground Zeros fists clenched. Noticable sparks flaking out. He wanted you to whine. And to complain. To bawl and cry about how that dumb pikachu stole HIS spot.  Bit you just awkardly and kindly nodded. The vibe kind of ruined now.  “I uhhh... I’ll get going.” You said jabbing a finger at the opposite road. Before you could even turn around Ground Zero snatched your book and held it over his head. You almost pouted. But he motioned for the pen. You squealed in joyous glee, as you handed it to him. He turned his head around. Sticking his tounge out angrily at Denki. He wrote three things.  His real name. His number. And a note...  “Ill always watch over you.~Ground Zero.” You watched in absolute astonishment at the scene. He gave the book back to you. Leaning in to close a distance, ‘Why the fuck are you doing this?’ He asked himself. Furious. ‘It feels right.’ He rebuttled. As he handed the book back to you he made sure to graze your fingertips. Keeping his serious, and stern look on.  “You better be going back home soon Teddy Bear. Dont want you getting hurt.” He turned you around for good measure. Making sure to lightly tap right above your ass to make you flustered.  Which you were. Immensely. Your face heated up like the surface of a blue star. Blood pouring from your nose to your cheeks. You whipped around and bowed several times. Getting a bit of blood on the ground. “THANK YOU SO MUCH. Uhh I UUHH. BYE BYE!” And with that you zipped off. Zooming straight back to your apartment and falling asleep straight as you locked the door and collapsed on the couch. Bakugou stayed behind. An inner quarrel raging in his mind. ‘TEDDY BEAR WHAT THE FUCK? “WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT! ‘You tapped their ass what the fuck you perv? ‘They liked Denkis more than yours. ‘I wanna see them writhing beneath me. He tried to shake them. Flustered horribly by these thougts. HE HAD ONLY JUST MET THEM! He needed to calm down. Then a voice breached all his other thoughts. “Their blood looks tasty.” Denki was taken aback. And now was moonwalking all the way back to his other patrol area.  Bakuhou didnt care, and insteasd just knealt down. Swiped a bit of the blood off the pavement and licked his finger. He could physically feel his pupils expand. Wider than they ever had before.  He smirked. A tastse of something sweeter than kicking a villans ass, or dragging Deku through the mud. Now he had a target... and they werent getting away. Why would they want to anyway? “

[theodora3022]

Consequences (Part 4 of Fairy)

The final part...It’s a bit rushed but I want to finish this series.

Warning: None, just past Yandere mentions.

No gif because I can’t seem to find one that fits the theme...

After Kai saw Eri clinging to Midoriya Izuku on that street, he knew a storm is coming.

Before all the fighting could begin, Overhaul sends you to one of his vacation homes in the outskirts of Mustafu. “You can come back soon, once I deal with those troublesome heroes.”

You kissed Kai goodbye, knowing this might be the last time you seen him. Should you be sad? No. If he is killed, you can finally have your life back.

After the Villain Overhaul was arrested, the police searched all the properties owned by the Yakuza, and they found you and your son in a cottage sitting on the edge of a forest.

Your son has Kai’s brown hair and golden eyes, although his features resembles you more. He has no idea what is going on, as he cried when police took down the henchmen stationed outside.

When you walk out of the house, they are stunned to see you. (hero name) had been declared deceased sixteen months ago, yet here you are in flesh, and seem to be good health.

With their help, you broke those quirk-cancelling bracelets for good. Then you retrieved your son from the cottage and left with the police, without looking back.

“Where is Eri? Is she safe?” When you are told that she is safe in the hospital, you finally let out a laugh. Eri is safe and sound now, far away from Chisaki’s clutches.

They also told you Overhaul lived, although the league of villains had destroyed his arms. Maybe that is for the best, a part of you did not want him to die, but you know he cannot keep living as a threat to society.

“Ms. (l/n), you say you been living in captivity since your supposed death?”

“Yes. Overhaul hired some Villains to attack me, faked my death and snatched me away.”

“And this child...It’s his?” “Yes. However he is innocent, he needs his mother.”

The police can forgive a faultless baby, so the next day you both are free to go.

Your picture was all over the news that day, although you never let the media catch a glimpse of your baby. He is innocent, unlike his father.

Your old apartment has already been cleared out, so you decide to go stay with your parents.

Your parents are overjoyed that you are still alive, less so when they noticed the little boy you have in your arms. They were taken back at first since they know this is his son, but he is a sweet grandchild who does not cry on most nights, so they warmed up to him eventually. They are retired, so you leave your son to their care as you resumed Hero duties at your old agency. You are grateful that your boss is still willing to take you back as a sidekick after your long absence.

Your old clothes can hardly fit, and you did not take any clothes when you left. So you did some shopping for you and your child. Blue suited him more then black, as you once suggested Kai. You are right, too bad you cannot make this remark to him.

To pick up the slack of sitting idly for the past year, you trained relentlessly. Often getting up before the sun rise and got back home after your son’s bedtime.

However you would spend your days off with him, scrolling him through the park, changing his diapers (Kai never let you do that, he said it is filthy).

Your friends all agree your son is adorable, but they will not touch him. They will come around, you comfort yourself.

Many newspapers and magazines want interviews with you, they eagerly want to know what happened to you in the past year. But you turned them all down. You want your son to have a peaceful upbringing, unbothered by the media.

You went to visit Eri often, brining her some schoolbooks and stuff animals. The doctors were afraid you might trigger her dark memories, but when she heard you are here, she demands to see you at once. She starts to call you “Sister” again after Overhaul is out of the picture. Eri also rambles about how these two kids bravely saved her-Lemillion and Deku, you never met them in person, but they sound like wonderful people.

It was after two months, you first thought about visiting Kai. He must be a mess right now, behind jail bars of Tartarus. So you requested a visit through the Commission.

“Chisaki, you have a visitor.” Who could have come to visit him? Expect you.

Even though you hate him with all of your heart, seeing him strapped to a chair without his arms still produced some sympathy in you.

“How is our son doing?” “Chisaki, he is my son. He will not live his life as the son of Overhaul, a villain.”

Then there is a minute of silence between the two of you. “You seem to be doing quite well in here, I got nothing to worry about. Gooday, Overhaul.” Words full of sarcasm and mockery.  You signaled the guard, preparing to end the visitation early.

“Is this how you speak to your husband, fairy? Freedom has rotten you mind.”

“I am not your goddamn fairy, Chisaki. Those things do not exist. We are never married, so I am not your wife either. I hope you are happy in here because you are never getting out. I’m getting my life back, without you.” Tears slides down your cheeks, tears of joy this time. You want to shout those words for a long time, and man it feels good to spit it out.

“Am I really that bad?” He asks as you walk out.

Now that you give it some thought, Kai is not THAT terrible. He did kidnap, imprisoned, and made you have his son, but you were pampered. He never yelled or starve you. All he did is making threats on your quirk.

It was a normal day in your agency, and you are fulling out a report of a villain sighting before going out on patrols with your boss. Your boss suddenly requires your presence.

It is the two kids Eri keep telling you about. A tall muscular blonde and a short green hair boy. You welcomed them into your office.

“I am (hero name). How can I be of assistance today?”

“We are just here to thank you for your help.”

“But I wasn’t even there when you rescued Eri.”

“Eri said you cared for her and protected her from Overhaul. Without you, she might not even make it this far. Thank you.” They bowed.

“I should be thanking you two. Without you I might be still stuck with Chisaki in that damp basement.” You offered them refreshments, but they said they are in a hurry and left not long after.

Your son would live a normal life, grow up without knowing he is the son of an infamous villain.

Maybe he would have the Overhaul quirk, or your wind one, it does not matter much.

All that matters is that you would raise him well, as a normal little boy instead of the heir to a yakuza. He would grew up under your name, not the Chisaki name.

He won’t ever know about Overhaul.

[redhawtriot]

Master List✨✨✨

This master-list is a directory (of sorts [look, I tried my best]) of the all of the stories/head canons posted on this page!

SFW=👌

NSFW =💞

Fluff=❤️

Angst=😭

Humor=😂

💞 😂  Endeavor Suga Baby Series: Oneshots and shit posts about being endeavors suga baby lol. (Enji Todoroki x Reader)

Part1 Part2 Part3

👌😂❤️ Crush Journal: How tododeku (separately) would confess to their crushes. a.k.a. Izuku takes notes on how to be the perfect SIMP (Deku x reader Todoroki x Reader)

👌❤️ Bunny: Read this if you have a thing for being called bunny (Todoroki x reader, Bakugou x reader)

👌😂❤️ Art and Oreos: How our two top students deal with having a civilian girlfriend (Bakugou x Reader, Todoroki x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Problem Child: After the cute stage every parent has to eventually deal with a shitty teen. BNHA characters as parents (Midoriya, Shinsou, Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima) 

😂 What up my name’s ‘Gerund’ I’m 19 and I never FUCKING learned how to read.  Lord, bless this mess (Kaminari x Reader) 

👌😂❤️ Koala: You don't want your bed to get cold a.k.a. Todoroki with a clingy ass significant other (Todoroki x Reader)

💞 😭 Nobody’s Hero: Ground Zero saves you from being mugged one night and can’t seem to let you go. Warning: slight non/con (Yandere Bakugou x Reader)

😭 Mirror Images: Warning: mentions of still birth. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Missed Call form Blasthole: Your first time being invited to spend the night with your boyfriend (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Shinsou Shits: You and your husband, Bakugou, are tasked with babysitting the twin seeds of Satan (Bakugou x Reader ft.Mina x Shinsou)

👌😂 Wanna Win?: Kirishima asks for Bakugou’s help to find the words to tell you that he loves you, but things don’t exactly go according to plan... (Kirishima x Reader ft Kiribaku)

💕😂 Operation Unvirgin:  Bakugou never bothered with girls. He’s got too much shit to deal with; however, he finds himself in a world of cognitive dissonance when he hears that his rival is about to lose “it” before him. hWHAT? That loser is gonna beat him in something?! He thinks that FUCK NOT. (Bakugou x reader)

👌😂❤️ Whose Manz is this?!: You get a box of chocolates and a love note from a little broccoli head boy and let’s just say... it truly does take a village to raise a child. (’Izuku Midoriya being wing-manned by class 1-A’ x Reader)

👌❤️ Grey Area: You are beginning to feel a little jealous over Todoroki, but it shouldn’t matter because you're just friends... right? (Todoroki x Reader ft TodoMomo)

Valentines Weekend: Just random, unrelated short stories, headcanons and drabbles for all your loving needs. (BNHA x reader [Look. there is over 23 “x reader” pairings in this! I cant name each one])

Part 1: type (HCS) (👌😂❤️)

Part 2: food play (💞)

Part 3: Things my boyfriend has said to me (👌❤️😂)

👌😭 Two Birds on a Wire: Hawks unexpectedly finds himself falling for love with a villain during his time as a double agent. How will he handle having to betray the woman he loves? trilogy (Hawks x Reader feat. Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, and minor OCs)

Part 1, 

💞😂❤️ Deprived: They fucked up and you take it upon yourself to teach them a lesson in the coldest way possible: putting your body on lock down. How the hell are they gonna survive? (Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Iida x Reader)

👌❤️😂 Curly Hair Headcanons: (HCS) Let’s see how these boys do with a girlfriend who has curly hair... (Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Kirishima x Reader)

👌❤️😂Plant Daddy: Bakugou with a significant other who is obsessed with plants-- fragile, defenseless plants… I am sure nothing will go wrong there. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😭When Cheated On Part 1: Shinsou finds out that you have been cheating on him. (Shinsou x Reader)

👌😭When Cheated On Part 2: Bakugou finds out that you have been cheating on him. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Tinder Games: You like to play tinder for fun, and it is all fun in games until a certain someone swipes right for you… (Bakugou x Reader, Iida x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Kaminari x Reader, Kirishima x Reader)

👌😂❤️Drunk in Love: New Years Eve Special! Can any of these messes properly handle their liquor? Find out! (Bakugou x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Yaoyorozu x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Shinsou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Bad Dreams Fluff n Stuff: You wake up from a bad dream crying and Bakugou has to unclog his emotional constipation to support you. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Holiday Edition: Christmas with your boyfriend’s family is always a spectacle… (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Holiday Edition: This is the first time you met Kaminari’s family! You gave him one job to prepare for the event…. One job... smh… (Kaminari x Reader)

👌😂High school: (HCS) Gender neutral Reader is just tryna make it through a school day after Sero smoked them out (ft. Bakugou, Midoriya, Jirou, Iida, Aizawa, Kaminari, and Todoroki)

👌❤️😂 How to Stop Liking a Stoner: Bakugou can’t help but falling in love with your delinquent ass, but that doesn't mean he is gonna fall quietly without a fucking fight. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂Tectonic Plates and Platonic Dates: You and Kirishima are platonic buddies that secretly watch romantic comedies together. Everything is chill until your hot-headed twin brother finds out! (Kirishima x Reader ft. Bakugou, Kaminari, and Sero)

👌😂MHA Charecters as Candy: (HCS) What was that? What candy would these MHA characters be!? Wait... oh… You never asked? Oh okay… I guess I’ll just leave this here anyway… *sniff-sniffle*… (Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, Mineta, Monoma, Yaoyorozu, Sero, Shinsou)

👌😭❤️The Same Side of Anything: Dabi is totally a Todoroki in this. Romeo and Juliet did it better probably, but I love the idea of star-crossed lovers. Read this if you’re into mediocre poetic themes.  (Dabi x Reader)

👌😂Crackhead Post: Reader regrets letting the three stooges into their life (ft. Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima)

👌😂 ❤️ Soft Dad Moments: What would prompt some of the MHA dads to buy their children a plushie? Warning: Some of these dads are so sweet that you might need to see a dentist after. (Bakugou x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shigaraki x Reader)

💞 😭 Baby Boom: You end up prego after a one night stand and Bakugou learns how to be a decent human being (Bakugou x reader)

Month 1,  Month 2, Month 3, Month 4

Interactive Series (You voted on the outcomes):

💞😭 😂 ❤️Sole Mates: Your every day life as a business woman is rudely interrupted by an explosive hero’s name being painfully imprinted on the sole of your foot, bounding the two of you’s pain, emotions and thoughts. (Bakugou x Reader, past Izuku X Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

💞😭Caught in The Act: You find out that your fiancé cheated on you, your grandmother’s dresser is ruined, Kirishima is a precious gift from god, and… wait, when did Todoroki get so hot? (Bakugou x Reader ft Todoroki, Kirishima and a few minor OC’s)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,  Part 5 Finale

Sequel (just a lil writing experiment. pay no mind if you like the original ending): Part 1

Tsugi No Hero Academia: a Next gen AU me and my crackhead friends conjured up feat. Bakugou’s son as the MC 

[princeofdarkness00]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence and Major Character Death

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (mentioned)

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki (mentioned), Togo Himiko, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Kirishima Eijirou, Overhaul (mentioned), All Might (briefly mentioned)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Yandere Midoriya Izuku, Implied Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Possessive Midoriya Izuku, Aged-Up Character(s), Quirkless Kirishima Eijirou, Crying, Blood and Torture, Sadism, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Dark Midoriya Izuku, Threats of Violence, Force-Feeding, Cannibalism, Body Horror, Rape Mention, Genital Torture, Vomiting, Murder, The Author Regrets Nothing

Summary: After finding out a man by the name of Kirishima Eijirou has been trying to gain the romantic attention his beloved husband, Katsuki, Izuku (or better known as Deku, leader of the 'League of Villains') does what he finds is necessary to keep his husband safe and all his.

No one will ever take his Kacchan from him. No one.

Reblogs are dearly appreciated 💟

[hydrangeasimagination]

The Brothers Three Masterlist P. 2

So... The first post apparently has too many links so I made another one.

PART ONE OF THIS POST

Dad Might ft. Big Bros Baku, Deku, & Todo

(Putting these under the cut for the sake of continuity)

= MANGA SPOILERS =

Key:

Fluff - 💕

Angst - 💔

Spicy - 🙊

Not so Safe for the Workplace - 💦

Dark Themes - 🖤

Death - 💀

Spoilers - ⭐

Not all headcanons are marked (there is a lot of them)

Chapters / Main Writing:

Full Tag

Side Stories:

Full Tag

How Mochi & Tenshi lost their virginity HCs [🙊] 

Mochi & Tenshi’s Contact Names [💕]

Drabble: Kotatsu Cuddles [💕]

Drabble: Recharging [💕]

Drabble: Christmas Cookies(Villain AU) [💕💔]

Drabble: Something There(Villain AU)(Hawks X Tenshi) [⭐💕💔]

Drabble: Nightmares [💔💕]

Incorrect Quotes Pt. 3

Red // A Poem [💔]

Clean (Kiyoi AU)(Overhaul X Kiyoi) + Art [🖤🙊]

Toshinori & Mochi hit with aged down quirk HCs [💕]

Home Sweet Home (Christmas Special)(Shinsou X Mochi) [💕]

The Way of the Househusband (Dabi ft. Shigaraki)  [💕]

Love Like You (Dabi’s S/O - Reader Insert)(Villain AU) [💕]

Loosely, Gently (Enji’s S/O - Reader Insert) [⭐💕💔]

Mochi Designs + Submissions:

Designs of Mochi by animesportboys​ & trashyloonastan‘s

Male & Female Mochi Moodboards [🖤]

All of the TBT Nonnies + Mitsu’s Dorm Room Design

TBT Animatic - “Forever Now” [💕💔]

Headcanons / Talking:

Full Tag

Mochi going from 0 to 100

Friends and Fam on Yanderes

Best Jeanist reacts to Mochi

Family learning Mochi isn’t a virgin [🙊]

The Admirers and Mochi as Disney Fairytales

Bros & Admirers react to Mochi saving them while yelling “vibe check”

Denki “Simba”ing Mochi + the Bro’s reactions

TBT Fam & Admirers react to Mochi censoring themselves

TBT Fam react to Mochi pulling the ‘no eyebrows’ prank

Mochi being vine famous and the type of content they post

Mochi eating cinnamon rolls and mochi

The Sports Mochi would play

TBT reacting to Mochi having a hickey [🙊]

If Mochi was taken away from their parents at a young age

Iida being a Mom Friend

Denki as Hitoshi’s Wingman, Kyoka as Momo’s Wingwoman

Volunteering at the Animal Shelter & Friendship w/ Koda

Genderqueer Mochi

TBT + Mochi and Dinner at the Todoroki’s [⭐]

Mochi on “Through Heaven’s Eyes” [💔]

TBT Family Unit at Mochi’s Wedding

Mochi making flower crowns + meanings

Future Mochi as a parent + TBT reactions to baby

How the TBT had viewed Mochi as a sibling in a short amount of time

Magnetic Quirk

Mochi on sweets thievery

How Katsuki keeps unwanted suitors away

1-A bets on Mochi’s Sleeping Arrangements

Mochi with ADHD

Katsuki & Mochi’s Bedhead + Hair

Mochi hiding & How Katsuki finds them

General HCs P. 2 [💕]

Hitoshi Asks

Artsy Mochi and Drawing Everywhere

Winter + Gift Giving

Cold and Clinging to Warmer Brother

Mochi on telling TBT they love them

Bone Quirk Mochi and Ruining Clothes

Mochi in Two Heroes Movie

Mochi on making food for Family + Friends

Future/Pro Hero Mochi seeing regretful biological parents [💔]

Mochi Having Bad Fever Dream [💕💔]

Internship with Hawks??

Why Bakugo Katsuki? + Before Bentō

More Mitsuki, Inko, and Rei

Iida being a Mom Friend P. 2

Bentō: Aftermath w/ Aizawa [💔]

Overhaul’s View on Mochi [🖤]

Fam on Heartbreak [💔]

Mochi getting along with Eri

Mistletoe w/ The Admirers

Mochi’s Friendship with Shoji

Mochi on dying Their Hair

Mochi on Katsuki’s S/O

Mochi on Self Harm [🖤]

Mochi hanging out with Kirishima and TetsuTetsu

Mochi getting the flu on Christmas

Chibi Mochi with the Admirers

Mochi and American Slang

Katsuki finding Mochi in a strange place

Valentine’s Day!!

Present Mic and Mochi’s Secret Handshakes

Chill Trio Hangouts

If Mochi Interned with Fatgum

Fandom Troubles

Hitoshi being a softy for Mochi [⭐ ch. 195]

Getting Guard Dogs

Speaking about Toshinori’s Spouse

The Possibility of Vigilante Mochi

More Kitty Mochi ft. Hitoshi

Mochi nearly collapsing [🖤]

Mochi on Nighteye’s Death [💀💔]

If Mochi Interned with Uwabami

Mochi getting buried in letters on Valentine’s Day

Asa & Recovery Girl on Mochi’s Scars [🖤💔]

Upon Asa being Protective

Mochi’s Abusers on UA + Mochi’s First Civilian Casualty [🖤💔]

Mochi with Wolf Quirk

Foreigner Mochi [🖤]

Mochi being sweet and oblivious

Mochi during the lock in

Mochi asking what “simp” means

Mochi getting a Tumblr blog

Bunch of Asks

Mochi having a sugar rush/crash

Tenshi / Villain Mochi AU:

Full Villain AU Tag

LOV reaction to Tenshi’s kitten sneeze

Tenshi making friendship bracelets for the League

Family learning Tenshi isn’t a virgin [🙊]

Tenshi cuddling with plushes

The League react to Tenshi being turned into a cat

Insight on how the LOV’s toddler Tenshi situation

Tenshi on self-care

Dabi and Tenshi on rough-housing

Tired Tenshi and Dabi after a mission

Underground on harming Tenshi [💔🖤]

If Tenshi was taken away from their parents at a young age

Things Tenshi has said to the Pros, Hawks, and Overhaul [💔🖤]

More Sleepy Tenshi

LOV at Tenshi’s Wedding

Muscular versus meeting Tenshi

How Tenshi first came to Tomura’s attention/meeting Kurogiri

Magne teaching Tenshi to intimidate people

Dabi calling Tenshi “kid”

Himiko gifting Tenshi a knife

Jin giving Tenshi a talk about safe sex [🙊]

Tenshi and Dabi on teasing eachother

Sick Tenshi P. 2

Tenshi vs Endeavor ft. Dabi is Touya Theory [💔]

Sick Tenshi P. 3

Redestro on Tenshi

Cold and Clinging to Warmer Brother

Prison Break: Shie Hassaikai Arc [⭐🖤]

Tenshi Having Bad Fever Dream [💔]

Video Games with Tenshi and Tomura

MLA Arc: Tenshi’s Presents for the MLA [⭐]

Incorrect Quote w/ Twice

Tenshi on Dabi’s Spouse

LOV on Heartbreak [💔]

Tenshi’s Pet Crow

Archangel (Hawks X Tenshi) Asks [⭐]

Chibi Tenshi vs The New Recruit

Twice and Tenshi going on an Adventure

Tenshi having metal arms [💔]

The Pros attempting to rehabilitate Tenshi

LOV Fam meeting the All Smite Unit

Meme with Tenshi, Dabi, Toga, and Nomu

Would Hawks ever view Tenshi as a sibling?

Hawks switching sides for Tenshi [💕💔]

Hawks: Original Intent(Archangel) [⭐🖤💔💕]

Archangel Angst [⭐🖤💔]

Other AUs:

AU where Tenshi is like Snowball from “Secret Life of Pets”

Traitor Denki AU: Mochi Reacts [💔]

Traitor Denki and Tenshi General HCs [🖤💕]

What if: Mom Night?

Ten Years Later TBT & Young Mochi + TYL Mochi & Young TBT

TYL Husband Hitoshi + Husband Neito & Young Selves

Traitor Izuku AU: Mochi Reacts [💔]

Quirk and Personality Swap AU HCS

TBT FAM & LOV finding out if Mochi & Tenshi would be forced into a quirk marriage if they weren’t saved [💔🖤]  

Teacher Family AU: Family Reactions [🖤💕]

Dad Might X Momnight AU - Mochi calling Nemuri “Mom”

Traitor Mochi AU [💔]

Cold/Distant Mochi AU [💔]

Mute Mochi & Tenshi AU [🖤💔]

Dad Might X Inko AU - Izuku & Mochi’s Reactions

More Traitor Denki and Tenshi HCs [💕]

Husband Hitoshi + Mochi Art - Babies?

Mochi dying on Work Studies AU [⭐💀🖤💔]

Pro Hero Mochi - Supporting Child Abuse Awareness

Husband Tamaki + Mochi Art - Babies?

What if Mochi met Hitoshi before UA? [💔💕]

What if Mochi met Himiko in their junior high years? [💕]

School Idol Mochi

Idol Mochi + Famous Musician Mochi

Idol Mochi + Cat Themes w/ Hitoshi

Idol Mochi + Stage Persona (Rock)

Idol Mochi + Shouto and Katsuki during make up exams

Idol Mochi + The LOV being Fans

Adult Idol Mochi + Merch

Cousin Hawks AU [⭐💔💕]

Cousin Hawks AU: About His Spy Work [⭐]

Traitor Tenshi: Getting close to TBT

Artificial Hero Mochi [💔💕]

Danganronpa AU(?)

Hogwarts AU

Hacker AU [🖤]

Fake Quirk / Actor AU P. 2

Deceased Mochi AU [💀💔]

Kakegurui Crossover P.1

Kakegurui Crossover P. 2

Kakegurui Crossover P. 3

Kakegurui Crossover P. 4

A/B/O / Omegaverse AU:

General

Omega Mochi asking Alphas to scent their belongings

Other classification and scents

Omega Mochi on Alpha Iida’s scent

Nesting Habits ft. AUs

Mitsu / All Smite Mochi AU:

Basics [🖤]

Differences

"Meeting” Uncle David

More on Uncle David

Mitsu is not the UA Traitor

Quirk Marriage

“Open Up Your Eyes”

All Smite Unit meeting the LOV Fam

Mitsu’s Love Interests

Nickname Origins

Fandom Troubles

Deaged / Baby Mitsu

Getting Guard Dogs

Speaking about Toshinori’s Spouse

Mitsu gets turned into a Kitten

Mitsu nearly collapsing [💔]

Smite being mother hen-like

Upon Asa being Protective

Asks About Mochi, Mitsu, Tenshi & Kiyoi:

Murdered Parents [💀🖤💔]

Blood Siblings? [💔]

Hair Dye Blabs

Doctors Troubles [🖤]

Early Life [🖤]

Playing Piano [💔]

If they never met found family? [💔]

What if AFO is their biological father? [💔]

About Eri [💔]

Anger Managing [🖤💔]

PTSD [🖤💔]

Hogwarts AU

Bunch of Asks

Immortality Quirk [💀🖤💔]

Comfort Space [🖤💔]

[kimbapchan]

I adore this au you’ve come up with. It’s funny, well made, refreshing compared to other evil Deku comics and au’s, and a delight to read. I was just wondering where you got your idea for this au from?

thankyou so much! I am so happy to hear that you like my AU! One of my main inspiration is the manga: Gokushufudou: The Way of the House Husband. 

Please check out the manga! REALLY FUNNY!

Also, I actually didn’t like the Villain Deku AU because it’s too depressing and angsty. Even if my Villain Deku MAY display these tendencies when he’s in villain mode, I DID NOT LIKE seeing him as yandere-like. I mean, in fics, he gets yandere and sadistic while in sexual situations with bakugou. 

I don’t want a sad and bitter deku who hates all might and kacchan NOR do I want a villain deku who’s sadistic and takes pleasure in torturing shoto or bakugou mentally or sexually. I want a fun light hearted/sitcom-like/slice of life/comedic villain deku who is ridiculously OP, leader of one of the biggest criminal organizations in the underworld, has a big ass mansion of a secret base but prefers to live in a small appartment with his husband and dog, keeps an eye out for discounts and bargains at the grocery store, and gets scolded by his babysitter/right hand man for playing pokemon in the break room with kaminari.

Also, I LOVE making people laugh through my art :> 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

How would yandere villain hubby Deku react to someone bumping into reader and reader’s reader’s hard work of her book that she was working on goes down the drain? Like either the papers get ruined with water or her laptop crashes on the ground erasing all her data? I would literally die if that happened to me in real life

You have no idea how scary this is for me too

I nearly had an experience like that and it is so scary and gut wrenching 😖 I cannot

Now that I'm thinking about it might've poured some of my aggression into this ＼（〇_ｏ）／

But wonderful idea love🖤🖤🖤🖤

⚠️[Warning: Stalking, kidnapping, violence, torturous death, and cannibalism]⚠️

Yandere Villain Deku x Wife Reader

🍉🥦You were almost done

🍉🥦For three months you slaved away

🍉🥦Cutting into your free time sexy times and any time you had to finish this thing

🍉🥦You had to do everything writing, editing, publishing

🍉🥦This is your project, your baby and you were ready to send them off and relish in the satisfaction of your accomplishment

🍉🥦Your husband on the other hand was irritated borderline irate

🍉🥦Not only does he have to listen to his wife rant only about ‘her baby’ but he is neglected as you excitedly focus only on your work

🍉🥦He debated one time accidentally purposely spilling your morning (coffee/tea/milkshake) all over your laptop

🍉🥦But he doesn’t dare when he sees how proud you are of it’s completion

🍉���To celebrate he’ll take you out after your scheduled visit to the cafe

🍉🥦“Ready to head to dinner, my honey?”

🍉🥦“Almost just let me pack my computer-”

🍉🥦As you were putting away your laptop someone rammed into the table and your bag knocking your only record of your hardwork onto the floor

There it was..your…baby…on..the…floor:

You didn’t react at first. You were trying to register the pieces on the floor as your computer.

“Eww could you be anymore in the way?” The one who chose to speak in your obvious devastation was a blonde, shapely, and snarling at the inconvenience you were to her. Proceeding to step on crushing any remains of your computer as she stalked over to point and nag at some guy who had been trying to ignore her since she walked in. “I-it's all gone?”

“H-honey are you okay?” Like you your husband was just as shocked and tried to awake you from your catatonic state.

“It's. All. gone.”

“H-hon?”

“It's! All! Gone!”

The dead look in your eyes had become one of an enraged animal as you locked onto the back of your target. In a speed he had never seen you accomplish before you had gotten in front of this lady and were looking like you were going to tackle her. Thankfully he was able to stop you holding you by your waist as your clawed hands scratched at the empty air in front of her. It wasn’t worth defiling yourself over some insensitive skank.

Bystanders looked on in sympathy, the regulars had seen you slave away for months over that computer and newcomers could relate to your loss. They really wouldn’t have done anything if you did lay hands on her but they opted to collect the pieces of your computer per your husband’s request. They crouched on the floor or used their quirks to collect the bits of your computer into your bag as your husband held you away from the now scoffing lady. He got a good look at her face. This wouldn’t go unpunished.

When that same woman was returning home she felt as though she was being watched but even so she wasn’t worried. This was a populated area and no one would not notice her. When she opened her house she shared with her roommate it was completely dark. A strange thing for her roommate to do considering they had a known fear of the dark.

“Tark? Gosh why is it so cold in here?”

She continued to walk throughout the house searching for her roommate. She found her roommate gagged and frozen to a chair. Frozen? She could hardly register the presence of two other people in the room before everything turned black. She woke to a cold floor and gray walls. She was so cold she had gathered that she was kidnapped. After walking around she found where she was. It was like a maze. Not like it is a maze. One that she wandered aimlessly through it for about twenty-minutes until the rancorous silence was interrupted by a sickengly sweet voice.

“Viviri Grout!” Her head whipped around to find a man with green hair and a suit standing on a pedestal. On his right there was a man with hair like a peppermint and on his left there was a man. Or at least that's what she thought it was. It looked as though it was squatting with spiky blonde hair, a muzzle on its face, and crimson glowing eyes that she could see from where she stood.

“You have been a real witch haven’t you?” The man giggled and his mask covered his face but it sounded as though he was smiling. “Broken restraining order, suspected for sexual assault, and you even broke a computer of some random passerby.”

She mumbled, ” It wasn’t even that new of a model.” She didn’t think he’d hear it. But he did. She could tell by the abrupt tick of the man’s head that he heard it and although it seemed like he was smiling it was hostile.

“Y’know what? I really have been wanting to tear you to pieces but you’re not even worth that. So I’ll let my dog do it.

He holds up the chain tugging the muzzled man closer to the edge. “You’ve got ten-no five minutes to get out of the maze. You escape, you live, you don't, you die. Simple. A cow like you should understand that much.” She realized it’d be something along the lines of a Saw flick and had begun searching for a way out. “ Oh by the way, you have to survive him.” The nonchalant comment followed by the dropping of the chain and the click of a muzzle.

As if in slow motion the man-thing turned to see its restrictions fall and looking for the pointed finger and glaring eyes it launched off the twelve foot pedestal. She wasn’t expecting the booms of various explosions to be made as the man shot over the maze-walls directly to her.

She could only make it so far before the flying-man-of-dynamite dove for her calf; latching on with canines as sharp as a wolf. When the bite was followed by the painful pull and actual consumption of part of her leg. This continued on as she tried to fight off this man-wolf as it began eating her alive all the while the explosions didn’t stop. Between being eaten and being burned alive she could only truly rest when he began to crush her neck with those insane canines; even then she suffered through what felt like years of torture.

Izuku watched all of it. Gradually becoming more happy as her life began to fade. When he was finished with his dog chewing on this corpse he brought him and Shoto to the ground. With a clap of his hands, the feasting man left the corpse to sit obediently at the foot of his master. Looking up in a hopeful trained gaze Izuku patted his head before gliding down to sample the blood around his dog’s mouth. He licks his own lips to taste the tangy-iron fluid relishing in his revenge.

“Good boy, Kacchan.” He scratched his chin before instructing Shoto to put his muzzle and chain back on.

He felt that everything was in order now that the one responsible for your pain was dead. Of course after returning home he subtly directed his hidden entourage to track down that woman all while comforting you. Eventually lulling you to sleep he heads out, suiting up and taking the smashed computer with him. Using his contacts he tracks down a person with a quirk that can return things to the way they were. Restoring your computer, and getting a few hard drives for you is all you’ll know about his comfort. But trust and believe that anyone who has disrupted your mundane life shall suffer immensely.