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💕💜Counting Memories Event Masterlist💜💕

Content Guide:

-? (Dark Content) - ! (NSFW/Smut) - + (Fluff) - # (Angst) If you'd like to support my work, you can do so by buying me a kofi

Let me Love You (Shinsou x Chubby Latina F! Reader) (+/#)

Awkward Confession (Aizawa x Gn! Reader/Yamada x Gn! Reader) (+)

My Favorite Employee (Hawks x Gn! Reader) (+)

Cute and Sweet (Gunhead x Gn! Reader) (+)

Himbo Panic (Shinsou x Gn! Reader) (+)

Guardian Of A Little Angel (Parent! Hawks x Gn! Child Reader) (+)

A Lovers Quarrel (Pro! Bakugou x Gn! Reader/Pro! Kirishima x Gn! Reader) (+/#)

A Carnal Urge (Aizawa x F! Reader) (+/!/#)

Good Morning Eating (Pro! Bakugou x F! Reader) (+/!)

Burning Embers (Dabi x F! Reader) (+/!/?)

Pointless Fighting (Hawks x F! Villain Reader) (#/!/?)

New Assignment (Hawks x M! Reader) (+/!)

Explosive Husband (Jealous! Pro Bakugou x F! Reader)

Mine And Only Mine (Yandere! Aizawa x Gn! Reader)

Give It Another Chance (Pro! Bakugou x Injured! Male Reader)

Now And Later (Pro! Shinsou x Quirkless! Fem Reader)

Not Enough (Aizawa x F! Reader)

Starting Over Again (Pro! Shinsou x Gn! Reader)

Tough Love Bunny (Bully! Mirko x Gn! Reader)

You're Dead To Me (Hawks x F! Reader)

Regretting You (Aizawa x F! Reader)

The Sweet Hero! (Fatgum x Chubby! Fem Reader)

Bunny Love (Mirko x Ex Employee! Gn! Reader)

Now and Never (Fatgum x Support Hero! Gn! Reader)

Ignominious (Hawks x Pro Hero! Gn! Reader)

New Year's Resolutions (Aizawa x Pro Hero! Fem! Reader)

Secret Admirer (Tetsutetsu x Fem! Reader)

Cat Nap (Aizawa x Vigilante GN! Reader)

Fluffy Cuddles (Twice x Gn! Chubby! Reader)

Sweet Lover (Pro Hero! Kirishima x Fem! Reader)

Hospital Kisses (Mirko x Gn! Reader)

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💕💜Counting Memories Event Masterlist💜💕

Content Guide:

-? (Dark Content) - ! (NSFW/Smut) - + (Fluff) - # (Angst) If you'd like to support my work, you can do so by buying me a kofi

Let me Love You (Shinsou x Chubby Latina F! Reader) (+/#)

Awkward Confession (Aizawa x Gn! Reader/Yamada x Gn! Reader) (+)

My Favorite Employee (Hawks x Gn! Reader) (+)

Cute and Sweet (Gunhead x Gn! Reader) (+)

Himbo Panic (Shinsou x Gn! Reader) (+)

Guardian Of A Little Angel (Parent! Hawks x Gn! Child Reader) (+)

A Lovers Quarrel (Pro! Bakugou x Gn! Reader/Pro! Kirishima x Gn! Reader) (+/#)

A Carnal Urge (Aizawa x F! Reader) (+/!/#)

Good Morning Eating (Pro! Bakugou x F! Reader) (+/!)

Burning Embers (Dabi x F! Reader) (+/!/?)

Pointless Fighting (Hawks x F! Villain Reader) (#/!/?)

New Assignment (Hawks x M! Reader) (+/!)

Explosive Husband (Jealous! Pro Bakugou x F! Reader)

Mine And Only Mine (Yandere! Aizawa x Gn! Reader)

Give It Another Chance (Pro! Bakugou x Injured! Male Reader)

Now And Later (Pro! Shinsou x Quirkless! Fem Reader)

Not Enough (Aizawa x F! Reader)

Starting Over Again (Pro! Shinsou x Gn! Reader)

Tough Love Bunny (Bully! Mirko x Gn! Reader)

You're Dead To Me (Hawks x F! Reader)

Regretting You (Aizawa x F! Reader)

The Sweet Hero! (Fatgum x Chubby! Fem Reader)

Bunny Love (Mirko x Ex Employee! Gn! Reader)

Now and Never (Fatgum x Support Hero! Gn! Reader)

Ignominious (Hawks x Pro Hero! Gn! Reader)

New Year's Resolutions (Aizawa x Pro Hero! Fem! Reader)

Secret Admirer (Tetsutetsu x Fem! Reader)

Cat Nap (Aizawa x Vigilante GN! Reader)

Fluffy Cuddles (Twice x Gn! Chubby! Reader)

Sweet Lover (Pro Hero! Kirishima x Fem! Reader)

Hospital Kisses (Mirko x Gn! Reader)

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Masterlist Boku no Hero Academia

[NSFW] Yandere!Bakugou groping his darling in an alleyway Thoughts on how Yandere!Bakugou would be Yandere!Bakugou with a darling that loves painting Dragon Shifter!Yandere!Bakugou kidnapping his darling Werewolf!Bakugou turning yandere for his savior Yandere!Bakugou chasing after his darling Yandere!Bakugou with a naive darling Father!Yandere!Bakugou with an adopted daughter fighting back against him Yandere!Bakugou/Shinsou with a romantic darling Who’d be worse? Bakugou or Todoroki? Naga!Yandere!Bakugou and Naga!Yandere!Todoroki fighting over the same darling Yandere!Bakugou/Kirishima/Kaminari with an idol/singer darling Yandere!Bakugou, Yandere!Midoriya, Yandere!Todoroki sharing a darling Yandere!Bakugou falling in love with Yandere!Kirishima’s darling Yandere!Bakugou/Todoroki with their Best Friend!Darling

Yandere!Todoroki with a Yandere!Darling Yandere!Todoroki and a poor Darling Yandere!Todoroki general HCs Yandere!Todoroki Drabble “If you can still use your legs, I’m not jealous.” Yandere!Todoroki realizing he’s becoming more and more like his father Yandere!Todoroki sabotaging his darling’s attempt to give their crush chocolates Prince!Yandere!Todoroki demanding his darling in exchange for peace Vampire!Yandere!Todoroki fighting against his father with his darling [NSFW] Yandere!Todoroki taking care of his sick darling and taking advantage of her Yandere!Todoroki/Bakugou/Midoriya leaving voicemails on their darling’s phone Yandere!Todoroki with his Best!Friend Darling confessing their crush

[NSFW] Yandere!Mirio forcing a pregnancy on his darling Yandere!Mirio realizing his darling is a great mother & dealing with losing her after childbirth Yandere!Mirio/Kirishima/Tamaki with a darling who can’t feel pain

Yandere!Hawks comforting his disturbed Darling Yandere!Hawks wanting to have a child with his darling Yandere!Hawks “Why must you cry whenever I try to save you?” Prompt Yandere!Hawks Drabble “I’ll hunt you down if I have to.” Yandere!Hawks taking care of his winged darling Yandere!Hawks/Dabi with an overly apologetic darling Yandere!Hawks on a date with his darling Demon!Yandere!Hawks/Dabi planning on how to possess their darling Demon!Yandere!Hawks/Dabi Part 2

Demon!Yandere!Dabi “Forgiveness” Yandere!Dabi and Yandere!Hawks sharing a darling Yandere!Dabi with a sickly darling who still fights him Yandere!Dabi with a darling who has chronic pains Yandere!Dabi kidnapping his darling who has a loyal dog Yandere!Dabi “Intoxicated” [Commission] Yandere!Dabi/Shigeraki/Hawks with a darling that’s terminally ill

Yandere!Midoriya taking care of his tired darling Father!Yandere!Midoriya catching his daughter escaping Father!Yandere!Midoriya’s daughter starting to date Katsuki’s son Father!Yandere!Midoriya searching for his wife and daughter after they escaped Yandere!Midoriya/Tamaki taking care of their sick darling Yandere!Midoriya/Shinsou with a darling who has an escape quirk

Yandere!Shigeraki/Kirishima hanging out with their darling and accidentally getting kissed Yandere!Shigeraki/Dabi’s thoughts as they kill their darling’s family HC Yandere!Shigeraki catching his darling in an escape attempt

Thoughts on Yandere!Aizawa’s reaction to his darling killing themselves Thoughts on Yandere!Aizawa’s darling turning on him Yandere!Aizawa presenting his s/o to his class Yandere!Aizawa Drabble “Think of it as a lesson.” Yandere!Aizawa accidentally killing his darling [NSFW] Yandere!Aizawa trapping his darling in the broom closet Yandere!Aizawa reacting to his darling successfully running away

[NSFW] Yandere!Shinsou going through his darling’s underwear Yandere!Shinsou getting his darling as a birthday present [NSFW] Yandere!Shinsou “Control” [Commission] [NSFW] Naga!Yandere!Shinsou breeding his darling

Yandere!Kirishima accidentally using his quirk against his darling Yandere!Kirishim with a pregnant darling

Thoughts on Yandere!Kaminari Ghost!Yandere!Kaminari luring his darling

Yandere!Overhaul’s darling coming to him willingly to keep their family safe Yandere!Overhaul “In His Clutches”

Yandere!All Might tricking his darling into thinking they are sick and need him Yandere!All Might with a darling finally coming to him

[NSFW] Yandere!Endeavor “A Father’s Care” > Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 

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New yandere Shinsou/reader fic!

If you think you’ll enjoy reading about Shinsou’s slow descent into madness, go ahead and follow this link here to my new fic on AO3- Lake Ozenuma.

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A Spotted Mind

WARNINGS: yandere, abuse of power, possessiveness, nsfw, smut, non-consensual implications, implied kidnapping

A/N: i'm not sure how i feel about this, but it took me longer than it should've, so i'm posting it. ^^

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! SHINSO HITOSHI X READER

“I don’t understand.”

“Look, I know it isn’t exactly fair, but–”

“No. I mean, I don’t understand.” Calloused hands ran through purple locks, pulling, tugging, anything to alleviate the building frustration. 

“Years. Years risking my life, years saving lives, years doing everything a hero is supposed to fucking do.” There was a humourless laugh cutting through the words.

This couldn’t be fucking happening. He started pacing, hands unsure, clenching and unclenching their fists, rubbing down his face.

“And where does that get me? Back in elementary school apparently, where everyone’s scared of the freak with the villain’s quirk.” His eyes hardened, flashing with memories he thought he’d long buried, fears he had long killed. 

“Stop.” His former mentor’s voice, monotonous as ever, made him pause; he turned to meet his eyes–well eye and eye patch. “Those are the terms, like it or not. And while I, personally, err on the side of not, that won’t get us anywhere.”

“So what? I don’t have any choice? Let the Hero Commission fuck about with my life all they want, or give up my hero license? You can’t be serious.”

The black haired man sighed, “Things are a little different than in my day, kid. Even underground heroes have to appeal to the public now–”

He scoffed, “I’d hardly say I’m the most unlikeable hero. Or did they happen to forget the guy who explodes buildings and yells at reporters like it’s a sport? Oh, but he’s number two, and makes tween girls wet, so fuck me, I guess.”

“You can sit here throwing a pity party for yourself, if that’s what you want. But you have a choice to make: give up the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve, the dream you’ve bled for, the dream people have died for…” Uncrossing his arms, his mentor pushed off the wall.

“Or,” He headed for the door, hand catching on the frame, “Go to therapy.” 

He paused, turning; a sly smile played at his lips, “Who knows, you might actually like it.”

. ♡ .

“Nice to meet you! No…Nice to meet you! Ugh, that’s worse. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

She huffed out a sigh, smoothing over her pencil skirt in the floor length mirror, and shook the nerves from her body. She squared her face into a serious expression, reaching a hand towards her reflection.

“Nice to meet you, Mr…” Her hand hung mid air, eyes searching the ceiling for an answer before she groaned, smacking a hand over her face. “What am I even supposed to call him? His hero name? Or…is that too impersonal?” 

She started pacing, “No. You don’t know him, you aren’t friends.” Her hands rubbed at her face, “But this is supposed to be a comfortable environment.” 

She didn’t hear the knock at her door as she muttered to herself, “Hero name or real name. Hero name or real name…eenie meenie–”

“Uhh, am I interrupting something?”

She yelped, jumping a bit in her skin, before scrambling to contain herself.

“Ah! Hello!” She cleared her throat in an attempt to rid herself of the squeakiness, “Hello, it’s nice to meet you, Mr–” She tripped over the plush chair in front of her on her way to greet him, only to be caught by toned arms instead of old leather.

He helped her up as she dusted herself off, flustered, and embarrassed. Looking into lilac eyes, she found indifference and annoyance. How should she deal with this?

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. That was incredibly unprofessional.” She sighed, introducing herself, “How would you like me to address you?”

He gave her his name, “I’m not exactly a working hero right now, anyway.” His face twisted in irritation, and she made a mental note, painting a pleasant smile on her lips.

“The Hero Commission informed me of your situation. I promise, spend the next six months with me, and I’ll send you home with a stamp of approval, and then you can get right back to saving lives.” She giggled a bit, reaching a hand to her face like a schoolgirl sharing a secret, “But, between you and me, I think this is complete bullshit.”

His eyes widened a fraction in surprise, softening a bit, and she fist pumped in her mind. Nailed it!

“In any case, we should get started. Sit, please.” She gestured to the couch across from them, and he took a seat. She cleared her throat as she sat herself in her chair, “I assume you know why you’re here with me today?”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah.”

A beat. Nope, okay, that’s all she was getting right now. Time to change tactics.

“You know, since we’re going to be spending a lot of time together these next few months, it might be best to get to know each other a bit before diving in head first. Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

His eyes scanned her, analyzing, sizing her up, “You look a little young to be a therapist.”

Internally she sighed, she was expecting that one, “I’m twenty-four, so you’re technically correct. However, I assure you, I am more than qualified.”

He scoffed a bit, “What, am I your first client or something?”

“As someone who has worked as a hero since age fifteen, I’m sure you understand that there is no age requirement to start helping people.” She supposed it was her fault for opening this door in the first place.

He huffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever you say, doc.”

Well, that was annoying. She sighed, No, she could do this.

“Do you know why the Hero Commission sent you to me?”

“Like I said, I–”

“No.” She kept the pleasant smile on her face. No time like the present, she supposed, “I mean, why they sent you to me.”

He was growing agitated, she could tell, “No.”

“Well, I may know a thing or two about having a villainous quirk.”

. ♡ .

So she could read minds. Big deal. He kicked a stray rock along the sidewalk as he walked home. He huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. That was hardly villainous. It’s not like she could do anything with that. He could mind control, for fuck’s sake.

But, he paused, he supposed he could see her point. He’d spent a good part of their hour and a half session on edge, wondering if she had looked into his mind, violated his privacy.

She had given him a sheepish smile, and assured him she wouldn’t use her quirk without his permission. To which he became even more suspicious. If she wasn’t reading his mind, how did she know what he was thinking?

“How do I know what you’re thinking if I’m not reading your mind, right?” She’d giggled. He had had half a mind to walk out right there.

“Believe it or not, you’re an incredibly easy person to read. Your emotions are written all over your face.”

Well, fuck you too, then. No one on the planet had ever told him that. In fact, he took pride in the monotonous, uncaring mask he’d perfected over the years.

“Oh, please don’t take offense,” She fiddled with her fingers before looking back up at him, “it’s…a side effect. Of my quirk. I can’t really turn that part off–the…understanding people part.”

She was an endearing little thing, he’d give her that. “S’fine.” He’d avoided her gaze in part embarrassment, and part annoyance. No. He wasn’t supposed to like her. This whole thing was happening against his will.

He huffed out a sigh, eyes following the setting sun. Six months. Six months, and he’d be free. He could do that. But he’d be damned if he enjoyed it.

. ♡ .

“Bullshit.”

She laughed, almost doubling over when she met his dull eyes, “I’m serious!”

“You’re just trying to one up me right now; there’s no way you got expelled for using your quirk,” He scoffed.

“I did!” She stifled her laughter to explain, “Granted, I’d read the teacher’s mind to get answers to a test, so it wasn’t completely unwarranted.”

He quirked an eyebrow, and she knew she was being judged, “In my defense, I was like twelve, and terrible at algebra.”

He remained unimpressed, “So you cheated,” he crossed his arms, “How did they even know you used it?”

“Well, I have to make eye contact, you know,” He nodded as she explained, “So, it’s not exactly discreet, but–”

“Okay, but if you’re in someone’s mind, how would they know that?”

“Let me finish! So, I’m flipping through Mrs. Kamakura’s mind, and–”

“Flipping?”

“Mhmm! People’s minds are like…storybooks. You get little flashes of images as you–sort of think of it as–as you’re flipping the page,” She paused, “Wait, you don’t get that?”

“What the fuck? No, IMAX, I don’t get that. It’s like…” He trailed off, eyes searching for the explanation, “It’s like once I’ve got them, I’m holding a leash, and wherever I guide, they follow. There’s no image, just a feeling of…control.”

She blinked, and he nearly cursed himself for freaking her out, only to be met with the sound of laughter, “Wait, wait, so–oh my god–that’s like, you gotta know that sounds kinky as fuck, right?”

He felt his face heat, and while he knew he should be disgusted, he let his mind flash with an image: he had to admit, she’d look good like that, at his feet, eyes wide, thighs pressed together in anticipation of what he’d make her do next—thank god she was too much of a goody two shoes to look inside. 

He squared his face back to neutral, “I could have your license revoked for that, you know.”

She settled, a warm smile at her lips as she shrugged, “You’re more than welcome to take your complaints up with the Hero Commission, but I can’t guarantee your next therapist will be nearly as fun as me.”

He rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile, “You’re hardly a therapist.”

“Oh my god,” She gasped mockingly, “You are so rude! No wonder you got stuck with me.”

He laughed, and as he caught sight of the twinkle in her eyes, a feeling he couldn’t quite place bubbled in his chest.

. ♡ .

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Look, I know it’s not exactly a pleasant memory, but–”

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it.” He crossed his arms, avoiding her gaze.

She sighed out his name, “You’ve been coming to see me for a few weeks now, and we have yet to even talk about the reason you’re here in the first place.” She really did like talking casually with him, but she had a job to do, never mind how he huffed at her like a petulant child.

“You’re the one who said that reason is bullshit, so I don’t know why you’re pressing the issue.” 

Yep. She knew that would come back to bite her. 

“Just because it’s bullshit doesn’t mean it has no consequences,” She was trying so hard to stay the good guy; she finally felt like he’d started to trust her, “I understand what it’s like to–”

“You don’t understand anything. So you got kicked out of school when you were twelve for cheating on a test,” He scoffed, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have the people you’re trying to help look at you like you’re a—like you’re a fucking monster?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off.

“No, you don’t,” His eyebrows knit together in frustration, “I’m out there trying to save the lives of people who hate me while you’re in here making small talk with whoever’s unlucky enough to pass through your door. It’s not the same thing.”

There was a beat of silence, and something twisted in his chest when he caught a glimpse of the kicked puppy look that crossed her face. Before he could apologize she began speaking. 

She rolled her lip between her teeth, sighing, “You know, you’re the first hero client I’ve ever had.” He opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t finished, “I mean, technically, you were right, I haven’t really had clients before, either.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, “Then, what–”

“I told you I was expelled from school when I was twelve, but I never told you that that was the last school I ever went to,” A melancholy look glazed over her eyes, “Somewhere along the line, don’t ask me how, the Hero Commission was informed of my quirk–apparently mind reading is rarer than you think.”

She started to fiddle and pull at her fingers as she avoided his gaze, “I spent the next six years in special schooling, before interrogating captured villains for the Hero Commission,” A humourous laugh left her, “my parents were just so excited at the prospect of their little girl being some type of hero.”

“But, you know,” Her voice started to shake, “When you’re invading someone’s mind, stealing their thoughts, no matter how many bad things they’ve done, no matter how villainous they claim to be,” she swallowed the unshed tears, eyes hardening, “When they fight, and claw, and beg for you to just please, get out of their head, you don’t feel like anyone’s hero.”

He knew the feeling well, and as he listened, he found a sort of familiarity in her words. Had anyone been able to put his thoughts into words before?

She smiled a bitter smile, “So, yeah, I know what it’s like to be looked at like a…fucking monster.”

He swallowed, hating the break in her voice. “I didn’t know that.”

She cleared her throat, “As the years went by, I wasn’t just interrogating villains, I was talking to them, helping them,” Her eyes shifted, “They’re people too, you know. They deserve a chance just like the rest of us–to change.”

That bubbling feeling in his chest started to boil. He decided he kind of liked it. The warmth of it. Of her.

She huffed out another laugh, “So imagine my surprise when the Hero Commission came to me with a new challenge. Not a villain. But a hero. A hero to help.” She finally met his gaze, “You.”

. ♡ .

She tossed a few newspaper articles on the glass table in between them, gesturing for him to sort through them. He rolled his eyes, reluctantly obliging.

“Well?” She asked earnestly.

He quirked a brow, lifting his gaze to meet hers, “Well?”

“How do those articles make you feel?”

He scoffed, “Oh, fuck off.”

She laughed lightly, “I’m serious. Come on, tell me. How do they make you feel?”

“You know, for a fake therapist, you’re awfully stereotypical.”

“Now you fuck off, I’m not a fake therapist,” Her lips pulled into a crooked grin, “You know, if you don’t wanna talk about it, I could always take a peek? Would just take a second.” Her smile turned mischievous.

He hated the way his chest warmed, a smile pulling at his lips, “What, you spill your deep dark secrets to me, and it only takes two months to start threatening me?”

“I’m not threatening you.” 

The singsong in her voice made him want to take her over his knee. Brat. Wait. Fuck–he really needed to stop thinking of her like that. But he couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated as he imagined it.

Ass on full display, glowing red. Hands numb as he trapped them in one of his own while she cried. Her hair sticking to her face with the wetness, begging for his forgiveness. He’d give it to her, of course he would. But, he’d tell her, stroking the dome of his canvas, she needed to earn it first.

He shook himself from his thoughts and rolled his eyes playfully, turning back to the articles.

‘UNDERGROUND HEROES: ARE THEY REALLY HERE TO PROTECT YOU?’

and another few with his hero name plastered at the top,

‘MIND CONTROL HERO USES QUIRK ON UNSUSPECTING CIVILIANS’

and

‘HERO OR VILLAIN IN DISGUISE? THE TRUTH ABOUT AN UNDERGROUND HERO.’ 

“I feel like these are complete bullshit.”

She looked unimpressed, “Bullshit is not a feeling.”

He searched her eyes for mercy, and found none, “Fine,” he groaned, “I feel angry. I feel like no matter what I do, I just can’t fucking win; I’m always the bad guy, like this one–”

He pulled up the second article, “Unsuspecting civilians?” He scoffed, “I was responding to a domestic violence call, sue me for telling a guy to stop beating his wife.”

“And this one,” He pulled out another, “What, villain in disguise? Just cause the paparazzi got a picture of me half awake at four in the goddamn morning, and I had the audacity to look annoyed?”

He went on, listing the problems with each and every one, before sighing. “I just don’t understand. Tabloids print stupid rumours about heroes all the time, but because of my quirk, everyone thinks they somehow must be true?” 

He was getting heated, hands becoming animated as he spoke, “What? I make one real mistake, and I’m suddenly like some burnt out celebrity who gets sent to rehab, so that they can get back in society’s good graces. It’s…bullshit.”

“You know,” He laughed a bit in disbelief, “I don’t give a shit if you’re a fake therapist or not, I’m telling you this in confidence, okay?” He looked up at her.

Startled a bit at the abrupt pause, her eyebrows raised, but she nodded quickly in affirmation, gesturing for him to continue.

“It’s almost like they want me to be a villain,” he huffed, hands pulling at his hair, “And…and sometimes…sometimes I feel like…maybe I’d be better off as one.”

His eyes shifted, “No,” searching desperately for the words, “That’s not true,” he sighed, hands rubbing at his face.

“For once,” he lifted his gaze, “Just for once, I’d like to be someone’s hero,” his eyes seemed to burn so intensely into hers that she had to remind herself to breathe.

“I want someone to look at me and think, that’s my hero.”

. ♡ .

She fiddled with her fingers as she stood in front of the boardroom, willing herself not to rock back and forth on her heels. Her eyes scanned the room, searching the faces for any discernible shifts in emotion.

“And you’re positive?” One of the men finally spoke, “It’s only been four months–the agreement was six.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by another, scratchier voice.

“You’re kidding, right?” He scoffed, “four months of chitchat, and you’re ready to send him back into the field?”

Someone else cleared their throat, “I’m inclined to agree–the severity of the situation demands more promising results than simply your word.”

She nodded, and, at the ensuing silence, realized that was her cue, “Ah! Yes, well. I really do think we’ve made progress. Of course, I’m willing to wait two more months, but–”

“But he has some of the best capture numbers on the Hero Billboard,” The man at the head of the table interrupted, “It’s in our best interest to get him back to work as soon as possible. If you’re sure we can assure the public of the anomaly of the matter–”

“She hasn’t even used her quirk,” The man with the scratchy voice interrupted, “At least give us that assurance,” He scoffed, “The man publicly dismembered a villain on national television.”

“With all do respect, sir, he didn’t dismember anyone,” She interjected, letting her annoyance get the better of her for a moment before containing herself, “While I agree the reaction was extreme–”

“And the fact that children watched as a man ripped his own limbs off.” Another scoffed.

She cleared her throat, “Yes, well,” Her eyes shifted, searching for the answer, “Had he done nothing, none of those children would have lived to see another day–lest we forget the damage those limbs were capable of–he’s a hero, at the end of the day,” She was getting heated again, “He did his job; we should all be grateful.”

There was a beat of silence as the words were absorbed, and the man at the head of the table finally spoke, “I trust your judgment,” Her eyes nearly lit up, but then, “But, I also see the appeal of assurance we can give the public. Look into his mind–the knowledge that this won’t happen again, that he isn’t a threat, will ensure we don’t end up right back here in a few months time.”

She deflated, but regained her composure, swallowing the unease building in her chest, “Yes, sir.”

. ♡ .

“No fucking way.”

“Oh, come on! I just wanna know what it feels like. You’re the only person I’ve met with a quirk even similar to mine–”

“I said, No.”

“How ‘bout we make a deal?” She stamped down the building feelings of guilt–this was the only way to help him, really help him.

He turned the words over in his mind, “What deal?”

Stop it. This is for the best. “You use your quirk on me, just like I asked.”

His eyes dulled, “I’m not seeing the deal part of this arrangement.”

“Hear me out,” There was a thrumming of anxiety in her chest, “You use your quirk on me, and to make it fair, I use mine on you. That way we’re both equally culpable.”

There was a beat of silence before he snorted, “Never knew you were such a pervert, doc.”

Her face heated, and she tripped over her words, “That’s not what I mean!” She huffed, collecting herself, “You don’t want to use your quirk on me, and I don’t want to use my quirk on you–this way, we both have to do something we don’t want.”

“Who says I want you in my mind, pervert?” His eyes narrowed playfully.

“Stop calling me that, or I swear I’ll make sure you’re stuck with me ‘till you die.”

“Would that be so terrible?” He surprised himself with the words, but the way her cheeks heated soothed his own embarrassment. Fine, he figured, he’d give her a bone. “Alright, alright, don’t blow a gasket, deal.”

“Really?” She nearly sighed from relief, but then he continued.

“But” He told her, “You better stay surface level, I don’t need you seeing all that dark shit in my brain.”

It was her turn to narrow her eyes, scanning him for a moment, before deciding, “...Do you look at foot fetish por–”

“Okay!” He interrupted, flustered, “ Deal’s off.”

“Nooo!” She whined, “I take it back, I was kidding, please.”

She paused a moment, “You know, you shouldn’t be ashamed, everyone has their own ki–”

“I swear to God, I’ll use my quirk on you just to get you to shut the fuck up.”

She hummed, content, “Lovely,” She gestured for him to continue, “take it away.”

He rolled his eyes, “I have to ask you a question, what are you, stupid?”

“Hey–!” And she was gone.

He found himself staring into blank pupils, and missing the color. Though, he couldn’t help the giddiness that bubbled in his chest of having her under his control. Fuck. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. She was wrong–he enjoyed the fantasy of this moment far too much–it was her fault for pressing the issue in the first place.

He shook himself from his thoughts, opting to scan across her body. How easy it would be. He thought. She wouldn’t even remember. He could be buried balls deep inside her, ruin her, and she’d be none the wiser. But, he sighed, he’d really rather her a conscious participant.

He glanced down at the table where a glass of water sat in front of her. She’d be so pissed. But, he’d be able to see her tits through her ruined white blouse without committing a felony. Yeah, that would do just fine.

“Pick up that glass of water.” She obeyed. “Pour it over yourself.” She did. Well, fuck. He knew he’d enjoy the view, but felt embarrassed at the growing tightness in his pants.

I mean, he hadn’t let her go just yet–he could alleviate himself–No. He told himself. He promised he’d behave. He waited a little while for the bulge in his pants to die down before releasing her.

“Wha–” She groaned, but it fell to a whine when she felt the wetness on her chest, “Are you kidding me? You are such an asshole!” 

He huffed out a laugh as she lamented the ruined shirt, “Hey, you made your bed–I told you I didn’t want to do it.”

“Fuck you,” she said, stamping, and twisting at the shirt with her hands, “You owe me a new shirt.”

He shrugged, “Your turn, doc,” He paused, would she see those dirty thoughts of his? “Surface level, okay? Surface level.”

She nodded, smiling a bit when he handed her his jacket–-only for her to use it as a towel, wiping at her shirt. He really couldn’t win, could he?

“It’ll be easier to do that if you relax,” She adjusted herself in her seat, meeting his eyes, “That way, no stray thoughts pop up in your brain that you don’t want me to see. Otherwise, I won’t be able to control what I find.”

He wondered if she was aware of his thoughts already, but a look in her eyes, and he found nothing but earnest innocence, trust. He sighed internally, the shit he’d do for her. 

“Fire away, doc.”

It was always a bit strange at first. Storybook analogy aside, everyone’s mind formulated its thoughts a bit differently, and each time she’d have to navigate a different type of maze. She made a point to look only for what she came for, no matter how curious she became. But, as she sorted through his mind, she couldn’t find any truly villainous thoughts.

She sighed internally; she was right. The Hero Commission was wrong. And now, she could give him what he’s wanted these past few months, and send him on his way. Though, she found herself a bit disappointed she wouldn’t be seeing him around anymore. No, she shook herself from her thoughts, Don’t be selfish.

Nothing out of the ordinary; she should leave before things became more complicated, and as if the universe could read her mind, she was met with a flood of thoughts.

He watched as she sat across from him, eyes boring into his, mind elsewhere–well mind inside his. Think normal thoughts, he repeated, think normal thoughts. His eyes caught sight of the sheer fabric sticking to her skin, and he felt himself slip.

There was a flash of him bent over a woman on a desk, her desk–was that her? Her wrists caught in a deadlock by his hand as he rammed into her. She was crying out for him, back arched, ass pressing into the hips that slammed against her. Fuck me. His other hand wound around her hair, yanking her head up to look at him. Fuck me! Kissing up her neck, his teeth left bruises in their wake. 

Love me. Sweat dripped down from his brow, and he licked up her cheek, biting at her earlobe. Love me! He took her jaw in his fingers, turning her face to kiss her–she was sure that was her now. Spit glossed their lips as he pulled back, rutting into her in a way that had pornographic whines forced from her throat, drool coating her chin, and staining the desk below them. Her face heated, and she scrambled to leave his mind before finding something newer, something more disturbing. 

Oh my god, she thought. Was he walking her on a fucking leash? No. Don’t kinkshame. That’s fine–

Yes, Master. The woman, this abomination that was her, purred. Whatever you want, Master. 

He watched her face as she knelt below him. Fingers running down between her tresses and pulling, letting her whine, and squeal, choking as he guided her bloated lips up and down and up and down his cock. Come on, He told her, Beg me, a sharp smile, canines dripping, Beg me to let you breathe. Her tears wet the purple tuft at his v-line, lips stained with precum, eyes shiny and wide, looking up at him as she tried not to spasm from the bulge shoved halfway down her throat. Searching for approval.

It’s just a thought he can’t–

They were on a bed. She was crying–his hands around her throat, fingers curled into the collar secured tightly around her neck–as he fucked into her. Her eyes crossed, tongue hanging from her mouth as her tits rocked from the force. Sweat dripped from his abs to where her legs were spread by his hips. He mouthed at her tits, pulling a nipple between his teeth while he took the other breast in his hand, kneading, squeezing. She was squealing. Please, sir. That didn’t sound like her. Can I cum?

Her hands reached up to tug at his locks, but he forced them into the mattress, fingers intertwining with her own. He snorted, You cum when I say you can, pet. She whined as his hips sped their motions, moaning, and turning, trying and failing to pull her hands from beneath his grip.

Please, Master, can I cum Master? I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good, Master. That god forsaken collar tethered her to the bed like a glorified sex doll–little bell jingling each time he thrust into her. He laughed, and she couldn’t help the chill in her bones. Who do you belong to, huh? His breath ragged from exertion, Tell your Master who you belong to.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

She forced herself out of his mind, heart threatening to break out of her chest.

He looked startled as she came to, and she willed her breathing to slow, swallowing the nerves screaming at her inside her mind. She couldn’t read the emotion that crossed his face, but his eyebrows raised as he waited for her to say something.

She let out a shaky breath, forcing out a laugh, “So,” She swallowed, “Kind of disappointed I didn’t find that foot fet–”

He snorted, “Fuck off,” She followed, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

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“So, that’s it?”

“There’s already a message out to the press,” His mentor told him, “You’re off the hook as soon as it airs.”

“But it’s only been four months?” This didn’t make sense, “What happened?”

“Must have made quite the impression on your therapist,” The older man snorted, “She went right to the Hero Commission, gave them a full clean bill of mental health.”

He knew he should be happy, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. “Can I talk to her?”

The man shrugged, “Don’t see why not, though,” A yawn cut through the words, “heard the Commission’s transferring her–something about the branch in America.”

His heart fell through his chest. She was leaving him without so much as a goodbye? Scratch that. She was leaving him.

“I at least owe her my thanks,” He sighed, eyes hardening in determination, “Let me meet with the Commission."

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She was dodging his calls. A part of her felt badly for her trepidation; he was attracted to her, so what? He was an attractive man. Even she had the stray thought now and then. She’d seen so much worse in the minds of villains, some things that still gave her nightmares. He’s a guy; of course he’s gonna be thinking about sex.

But there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head. She’d been in so many minds, his wasn’t any different. Except it was. 

“It’s like once I’ve got them, I’m holding a leash, and wherever I guide, they follow. There’s no image, just a feeling of…control.”

Control.

That was it. He’d enjoyed it in his thoughts. She knew it. A palpable feeling in the atmosphere of his mind, drunk on the idea of controlling her. 

She’d joked about his kinks, about sex. Maybe a bit unprofessional, in retrospect. But she was trying to lighten the mood. He was her patient, and she was there to help him, to get him to open up. Sue her for trying to be personable.

But it wasn’t just controlling her in the bedroom, where he imagined her beneath him, kneeling at his feet in reverence, like he was–

Like he was her hero. She realized. 

“I want someone to look at me and think, that’s my hero.”

That’s what he had said. She thought it endearing at first, convinced he had more than earned his freedom, but…the way he looked at her,

“You better stay surface level, I don’t need you seeing all that dark shit in my brain.”

There was something darker. Something lurking under the surface. She couldn’t quite place it, losing herself in her thoughts. As she racked her brain for the answer, she didn’t hear the knock at the door.

“Am I interrupting something?”

She jumped, yelping as she turned to catch sight of the purple haired man standing too casually, too comfortably, in her doorway.

“Ah! Oh my god,” She cleared her throat of its squeakiness. She didn’t want to seem vulnerable. “You scared me.”

She stood, not so much to greet him, but in an effort to feel more secure. “Can I ask how you got my address?” She forced a laugh to lighten the atmosphere, “What, you stalking me or something?”

He shrugged, pushing the door closed as he made his way over to her, “Perks of being a working hero,” He paused as he neared her, “Thanks to you.”

Yeah. Way to go. She really tried not to back away as a hand came to brush at her hair, but her feet moved on their own. A look of hurt passed lilac eyes before settling on annoyance. Wow. You nailed it. Shut up.

He cleared his throat, “Heard you were leaving,” He studied her as her fingers started pulling at each other. Not a question. Good. Wait–why was she thinking about that?

“Yeah,” She thought she might rip off one of her fingers with the tension, “They’re opening a new rehabilitation program in–”

“You didn’t say goodbye.” He stepped closer. You know him. Stop freaking out.

“Yes, well, I’m s–” She stepped backward. 

“You know,” His eyes flickered to where her hands fidgeted, “You do that when you’re nervous.” A step forward.

“I’m not–” Another step backward.

He sighed, “I told you to stay surface level.” His eyes shifted, and he huffed, “If you’d just stayed surface level,” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She forced a laugh, “I don’t know what you’re–”

“Cut that out.”

She sighed, “I’m sorry,” Maybe he was just angry at her for violating his privacy. That must be it. “That was wrong of me. I understand if–”

“Honestly, did me a favor,” He huffed out a laugh. What. “Don’t know if I’d ever have had the guts in the first place,” Oh. Was this a confession?

She breathed out his name, “Everyone has feelings,” This was fine. Deescalation. This would work. “And you can’t control all your thoughts. Maybe we should start over.”

He looked at her a moment, eyes widening a fraction before softening. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Almost out of the woods. “Would’ve hated for it to go the other way.” The other way?

“The other way?” It tumbled from her mouth before she could stop it.

He shook his head, “Nevermind,” He looked around, “I’ll help you unpack.” What?

“Unpack?” She felt like a goddamn parrot at this point.

“Well, yeah,” He said it as if it were obvious, “Can’t start over if you’re halfway across the world.”

He was being purposely obtuse, right? This was a joke?

She laughed, but his face remained neutral. She cleared her throat, Professional. Be Professional. “While I appreciate the humour, there are people who need my help in Am–”

“You know, The Hero Commission are fucking terrified of me,” he said, eyes hardening, as if gathering resolve. Where was this going?

“Should’ve realized sooner,” His eyes were cutting into hers, “They’d do just about anything to keep up their image.” He stepped forward again.

“Do anything to keep from another incident,” Her back hit the wall. This was wrong. Everything was wrong.

“You said it yourself, I’m not a villain,” Something shifted, and she saw a glimpse of the kind man she’d come to know these past months. He was gone the next second, “I’d really hate it if you made me a villain.”

“Listen, I’m not sure what–”

“Let’s make a deal,” He smirked, “You use your quirk on me, and to make it fair, I use mine on you. That way we’re both equally culpable.”

“I don’t want to–”

“You don’t want to use your quirk on me, and I don’t want to use my quirk on you–this way, we both have to do something we don’t want.”

He was using her own goddamn words against her.

“You go first,” He brought his face to her level, hand pressed to the wall above her, “C’mon, fire away, doc.” She whimpered, She tried to rationalize the situation in her mind. She knew this man. Didn’t she? 

Stall, and you’ll figure a way out. Maybe she could find something useful in his mind.

She nodded, swallowing. She shook her nerves, feeling drowned by the lilac eyes in front of her. It wasn’t like the last time she’d been inside. Everything he’d been keeping under the surface bubbled up, overwhelming all her senses. It was suffocating. It was fucking terrifying.

She didn’t like this. She didn’t understand this. What the fuck was she seeing?

“Hey,” His other hand took her jaw between his fingers, eyes inside his mind, but ears open, “How does it feel, huh?” His lips were brushing hers.

“How does it feel to be able to see every single thing I’m gonna do to you, and not be able to do a damn thing about it?”

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hello! I love your writings, I would like to ask you for some headcanons of platonic aizawa, present mic, hawks and endevor (separately) with a girl from the exchange program who stays at her house

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contents: Headcanons of Yan!Aizawa, Yan!Endeavor, Yan!Present Mic and Yan!Hawks with fem!reader who is an exchange student who is staying at their house. (Platonic!Yandere)

more Aizawa, Endeavor, Present Mic and Hawks content here!!

WARNINGS: IMPLIED CHILD/TEEN READER.

Aizawa Shota - Eraserhead

For someone who looks so relaxed, he's surprisingly strict.

With a death glare he tells you to behave. But he's never rude. He's just very stern, overprotective even.

"If something were to happen to you under my care, ___. What would I tell your parents?" it's his favorite phrase in all the world. Whenever you ask him for permission to do something, that's always his answer.

The only thing he isn't strict about is your sleep schedule. So long your finish your chores and homework, sleep as late as you want and wake up at whatever hour you prefer.

He's like... a dad in every sense of the word. He won't praise you, in fact, he'll tell you you suck ass all the time. In a loving way. Still, sometimes you see that unique look on his face when he's impressed by you, or moved, or whatever.

Enji Todoroki - Endeavor

He's trying to prove he doesn't suck ass. And he fails rather miserably at it.

He tries his best to be cool, a cool dad, a cool mentor, whatever. He isn't, his jokes are bad and being around him is uncomfortable at first. Mostly because he looks so fucking angry all the time.

Getting to know him is hard, takes a lot of patience. But after all, you learn he's not that bad. He's strangely comforting.

He gives you a warm embrace whenever you fuck up. He specially likes it when you cry, so he can pat your back reassuringly as he tells you how special you are to him, how important, how in his eyes, you'll always be number one.

He's fairly easy to manipulate. Just act upset, don't speak to him much and he'll bend and break within seconds, acting to your every whim.

Hizashi Yamada - Present Mic

Hizashi doesn't know what he's doing. It's not usual that they put children over his care, so he really is puzzled on what to do. What do you eat? What do you like? Does he have to take you on walks?

He tries his best, even if that means slacking off a little and eating junk food a lot of the time. But he makes you give your best, and will make you work hard to earn luxuries under his care.

He's loud, he likes loud people and loud places. He likes rowdy children who will break stuff and get dirty. He smiles a lot, he's warm and caring, and a good guy in general.

He's very tender, often getting very distressed at the thought of you doing dangerous things. He always seems about to pop a vessel whenever you go on a mission without him.

Keigo Takami - Hawks

Hawks is absolutely terrified of children. Much more when they're gifted. He sees himself in those eyes, in those bodies. And he panics.

He tries to act cool, non chalant, like he doesn't want to wrap you with his wings and keep you safe from everything around you. Like he won't take a bullet in the head just to ensure you get home safe from school. He's very good at pretending he doesn't care.

Perhaps the most overwhelming of the bunch. He has eyes and ears everywhere, he knows when you're lying, when you're feeling anything, when you crave, when you dream, when you cry. He knows it.

He's all over you. Picks out your clothes, your hobbies, your diets. He's a control freak.

But he's sweet. Always offering you comforting words and reassuring smiles. Always having something to bribe you with, to keep you content. To keep you his.

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Subjugation I

Yandere Erasermic x reader

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I’ve developed a thing for duo’s

Also, warning, it’s illuded to the the reader is / was a student, so if you’re not into that, don’t read it :)) reader is 18+ (around 19 to like 20-ish) so don’t get your panties in a twist

word count - 6.5k

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tw - violence and abuse (against reader), implied sa, kidnapping mentions, age gap (reader was their student), mentions of starvation (let me know if I missed anything - broader warnings in the tags)

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Part II

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Six months, two weeks, four days, fifteen hours, and thirty-two minutes.

“Hmm. I was thinking we could order out for dinner. I’m not really in the mood to cook. What do you think Shota?”

Mr Aizawa - Shota, he insists - hums.

“Sure.”

You were positioned awkwardly on the couch, laying on it upside down with your legs thrown over the back, staring up at the ceiling. Boredom ate away at the corners of your mind.

Every few seconds you’d tap your foot to the rhythm of a non-existent song, then your limbs would fall limp as you recalled your boredom. The cycle had been on repeat for the past hour and a half.

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An Eye for an Eye // yandere poly EraserMic x Reader

a concept i teased a little while back and decided to make into a full story! I originally wanted to get this out on halloween, but you all see how that’s worked out :p

tags/warnings for angst, violence and physical fighting, kidnapping, abuse, manipulation, obsession, failed escape attempt, so on so forth im not even sure what all to tag at this point. this is honestly pretty long for me to be posting the whole thing on tumblr, so prepare for a long read, this bad boy sits at almost 8000 words!

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“Food’s good tonight. Did you try something new with the sauce?”

“Oh, you noticed, huh? Yeah, I thought I’d try somethin’ different, ya know? Switch it up!”

You could applaud these two for keeping their tones so casual, if the fact didn’t make you so disgusted, that is. It takes everything you have not to cringe when you happen to glance over to meet a pair of bright green eyes looking at you filled with adoration. “What do you think, babe? Thought I’d put some of yer favorite flavors in it! Ya like it?”

Another dinner, another forced bonding session. You just give Yamada a look of muted hatred, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, not a sound leaving your mouth as you just look back down to your meal. A few more bites, just a few more bites, and you’d go back to your room, you tell yourself. God, even just sitting here with them was like some kind of fucked-up domestic torture. They didn’t deserve to hear you speak.

Hizashi doesn’t seem to take the hint, scooting his chair closer to yours from around the small circular dining table. “Aw, don’t be that way, sugar! I’m just tryna see whatcha like, since you’ve barely been eatin’ lately!”

You scowl, muttering under your breath. “Gee, I wonder why. Such a fucking mystery.”

Just like that, it’s quiet again, nothing but the occasional clink of silverware against the ceramic plates. The blonde pouts, unsure how to reply to your hostility, taking a moment to sip from his wine, shooting his partner a look from across the table while long slender fingers drum against the hard, wooden surface almost anxiously. Shouta finally clears his throat to break the silence.

“So,” The instructor begins while you’re mid-bite. “the next time you feel like playing locksmith, you should probably reconsider.”

There’s a noticeable tensing of your posture, and you have to clear your throat as your food seems to stick in your airway. “See, I was going to get something out of our lockbox the other day,” Scarlet liquid spins around in the wineglass as Aizawa swirls it casually. “and wouldn’t you know, someone thought it would be cute to try and get in it without the key, and wound up breaking the lock.” His dark eyes narrow at you. “So? Care to explain?”

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An Eye for an Eye // yandere poly EraserMic x Reader

a concept i teased a little while back and decided to make into a full story! I originally wanted to get this out on halloween, but you all see how that’s worked out :p

tags/warnings for angst, violence and physical fighting, kidnapping, abuse, manipulation, obsession, failed escape attempt, so on so forth im not even sure what all to tag at this point. this is honestly pretty long for me to be posting the whole thing on tumblr, so prepare for a long read, this bad boy sits at almost 8000 words!

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“Food’s good tonight. Did you try something new with the sauce?”

“Oh, you noticed, huh? Yeah, I thought I’d try somethin’ different, ya know? Switch it up!”

You could applaud these two for keeping their tones so casual, if the fact didn’t make you so disgusted, that is. It takes everything you have not to cringe when you happen to glance over to meet a pair of bright green eyes looking at you filled with adoration. “What do you think, babe? Thought I’d put some of yer favorite flavors in it! Ya like it?”

Another dinner, another forced bonding session. You just give Yamada a look of muted hatred, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, not a sound leaving your mouth as you just look back down to your meal. A few more bites, just a few more bites, and you’d go back to your room, you tell yourself. God, even just sitting here with them was like some kind of fucked-up domestic torture. They didn’t deserve to hear you speak.

Hizashi doesn’t seem to take the hint, scooting his chair closer to yours from around the small circular dining table. “Aw, don’t be that way, sugar! I’m just tryna see whatcha like, since you’ve barely been eatin’ lately!”

You scowl, muttering under your breath. “Gee, I wonder why. Such a fucking mystery.”

Just like that, it’s quiet again, nothing but the occasional clink of silverware against the ceramic plates. The blonde pouts, unsure how to reply to your hostility, taking a moment to sip from his wine, shooting his partner a look from across the table while long slender fingers drum against the hard, wooden surface almost anxiously. Shouta finally clears his throat to break the silence.

“So,” The instructor begins while you’re mid-bite. “the next time you feel like playing locksmith, you should probably reconsider.”

There’s a noticeable tensing of your posture, and you have to clear your throat as your food seems to stick in your airway. “See, I was going to get something out of our lockbox the other day,” Scarlet liquid spins around in the wineglass as Aizawa swirls it casually. “and wouldn’t you know, someone thought it would be cute to try and get in it without the key, and wound up breaking the lock.” His dark eyes narrow at you. “So? Care to explain?”

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Subjugation Masterlist

Yandere Erasermic

It was getting a bit much, so Subjugation gets its own masterlist now

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Main series

Prequel - TBA

Part I

Part II

Drabbles

i - erasermic and pregnancy

ii - shouta aizawa and cuddling

iii - hizashi yamada and making out

iv - erasermic and snow

v - erasermic and how to hurt them

vi - erasermic and periods

vii - TBA

viii - TBA

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YUTA X READER: YOURS

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO X READER: LOVE ME

KNIGHT! SUKUNA X PRINCESS! READER: MY PRINCESS

SATORU X READER X SUGURU: OURS

ALL! JJK MEN X READER (ISEKAI): BE OUR WORLD

GOJO X READER X GETO (My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you)

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

Jealous! Gojo Satoru

How would the JJK guys react to you getting their lips tattooed on you

Obssessed! Yuji and Sukuna

♡ MY HERO ACADEMIA ♡

HAWKS X DABI: JAIL TIME IN MY LAP

HAWKS X READER

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11 / PART 12 / PART 13

BAKUGOU & DABI X READER: CHOOSE ME

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

Things they say when in bed with you (Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki)

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Story master list links

 yandere Katsuki cute aggression  (story status: Finished )

Yandere Katsuki Tormented endearment  (Story status: Finished) 

Yandere Tomura Agoraphobia  (story status: Finished )

Yandere Hawks Nirvana (put on hold)

Yandere ex au (Finished) 

Yandere ex au rewrite (Story status: current work)

Yandere ex au: 2 Dabi boogaloo (story status: Finished) 

(new chapters every Saturday at 4:00 Pm pacific standard time)

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Master list

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17