#yandere spinner x reader

[lesinquietes]

Imagine Shigaraki forcibly taking you as his pet and everyone in the League is kinda chill about it — except Spinner.

Tw; abusive behaviour, angst, kidnapping, noncon (implied), yandere

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The others don’t notice the little things he does. They don’t see the marks peeking out beneath your sparse clothing, or the haunted expressions that overtake you when you think no one’s paying attention. He does, though; he blames his perceptive nature.

Unfortunately, noticing these sorts of things are conflicting when the root of the problem is his friend. On one hand, he wants to support Tomura’s pursuits. He’s always believed them to be noble, even if they’ve diverged from rationality. Spinner would proudly declare him a close confidant. On the other, he knows that Stain wouldn’t do something like this to a civilian, and didn’t he enter the League under the premise that he would uphold his ideals? It’s perplexing. But the more he watches Shigaraki traumatize you, the more he realizes he’s condoning something terribly wrong.

So, what does he do? Try to reason with his boss, of course. It’s not like he has any other viable options.

He catches Tomura leaving the dining room one evening. It’s perfect. Everyone else is either asleep or away. The conversation seems to go well at first; then, it takes a spin into the dark side.

It turns out AFO was the one who told him to capture you, that your purpose is stress relief so he can operate the League. Tomura makes it clear that something big is going to happen soon. Things are going to change. He knows what he does to you — how he takes his frustrations out on your mind and body — may not be just, but it’ll help them achieve their goal of overthrowing hero society.

For a moment, Spinner asks himself if the ends justify the means. He ponders what Stain would say, if he were here instead of locked away in Tartarus. Would he say there’s a better way? Would he propose a cleaner execution to achieve the objective?

But Shigaraki is his own man. As much as he wants to compare the two, it’s unjust and incomplete of him. He chooses to trust Tomura’s judgement, even though his gut directs him otherwise.

He’s tries to ignore your whimpers at night, and whenever Tomura gets a bit too rough with you in a tense meeting. He tries to turn a blind eye to the way you glance anxiously around the room of villains, searching for someone who gives a damn — all you get in return is the likes of Dabi leering at you. But what he finds the most difficult to deflect is when you sob as Tomura drags you away, no doubt to his bedroom for a few hours to diffuse his souring mood.

[mamayan]

Spinner with a yandere gf

Fuck yeah, he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself tbh.

Spinner is absolutely the definition of eager to please and happy to be given attention. Even though it makes him nervous too. But still give it.

An obsessive yandere might not even rank on his red flag list. He’s incredibly self aware and highly conscious of his surroundings, so his cute little stalker wouldn’t be so much stalking if she didn’t have a quirk that could conceal her. Spinner would notice, and absolutely welcome the company! Watching him play video games? He’ll ask if you wanna join. Following him home? No you aren’t, he’s turning you around and walking you home. Catches you going through his laundry? He’s gonna blush and be bashful, and if you don’t outright admit to wanting to sniff his dirty laundry? He’ll assume you’re helping tidy up. He’ll be cleaner from then on.

Jealous and over protective? The moment you threaten bodily harm to another woman for getting too close, he’s fuming with embarrassment! You’re jealous… over him? Instant ego boost. It makes his scales itch in a good way. Threaten him bodily harm for looking at another woman though? He might take issue, because shouldn’t you already know he only has eyes for you? It could either hurt his feelings or turn into something more… passionate :3

Spinner is loyal through and through, don’t bother going through his phone, it’s either filled with surprisingly organized albums with pictures of you, or games. Likely both. He’ll delete the games for more space on his phone before he’ll delete any pictures of you.

The more head over heels you act, the more he’ll go crazy for you too. His relationship experience is very minimal, only manga and movies really to teach him. He knows all that stuff is made up or junk, so he’s pretty easy to manipulate how you like. Want to move in together after only dating a few weeks? Go for it, he’ll carry the heavy stuff. Want to get physical? He might run the first few times out of shyness, but feel free to use ropes and get physical. He’ll thank you later.

If you’re a civilian, he’ll keep you at arms length. He doesn’t want you getting hurt. If you’re a villain? He’s happy and introducing you to the League. If you love him, you must be down for the cause. A hero? He’s likely to take issue. He wouldn’t date you though, so it’d be entirely one sided, the love at least. Attraction? Debatable. How ever dedicated you are will be returned.

He’s inexperienced not stupid. If you start murdering people he likes or allies because they speak to him, he’s taking issue. That’s taking away from his cause! Don’t isolate him, it’ll hurt him deeply, because he won’t choose. You’ll always be number one after his ideology. Push him away from his villainy and he may push back even if it hurts to do so.

He’s honestly a wonderful Darling to have! As long as you give some respect to his beliefs and goals, he’s down for whatever. You don’t necessarily even need to contribute either.

[jujutsukgojo]

Master list

Some of the masterlist will take you to AO3 and some on tumblr. Some of these are a WIP that has yet to come out.

my tumblr and AO3 are the only accounts i have!

*-means favorites or the ones i'm most proud of

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE

Rules/about me

BNHA

Bakugo x Jirou

Jukebox (Fluff)

Shouto:

What once was mine (Fluff and angst)

Champion of Kings (Angst) (Sequel to What once was mine)

The Less You Know, The Better (Mob Shouto)

Heat of the Island:

Chapter One,

Chapter two ,

Chapter three ,

Chapter Four

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Don't eat chocolate coins (WIP, Shouto x reader, angst, mystery)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Fuyumi:

Blinded (Fuyumi & Shigaraki)

Dabi:

Blue Fire (Yandere)

Sleepyhead (wip)

Kaminari x Momo

It was that night (Fluff) *

Izuku:

Heat of the Island:

Chapter One,

Chapter two ,

Chapter three,

Chapter four

The Baby Project:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Different roles- alpha Izuku x beta reader (WIP)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Shigaraki:

Prayed for the lambs (Angst) *

Prayed For the lambs chapter 2 (WIP)

All for one:

How all for one came to be (origin story) (Angst) *

Spinner:

Country Gecko (Angst, origin story) (Villains won the war)

Shinso

Coffee Stain ( Fluff) (Shinsou x Ashido)

Im a hero now (slight angst, fluff) (Shinsou x reader)

Mr. Compress

Magic Man (Angst, origin story)

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Sukuna:

Sukuna (origin story, sukuna x reader, angst) *

chap 1,

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Halloween Night (Sukuna, Yuuji & reader) (Horror)

The boy in art (gangster Sukuna x reader)

pt 2 The boy on the throne (angst, slight gore)

Naoya:

Lack of obedience (angst, yandere)

Yuuji:

Sweet Moments (fluff, slight angst, high school au)

Gojo:

The Joke (Modern High school au, WIP, multi ship, angst & fluff)

Valentines Day (Modern College Au, sequel to High School au, gojo x reader, fluff tiny angst)

The Bell Tolls for Me (angst)

From The Tree (slight angst)

HXH:

Chrollo:

The Fourth Leg (Yandere Chrollo, angst) *

The Fourth Leg Chapter 2

Feitan:

My gifts to you (fluff, light angst, slight yandere(?) *

Can you see me too? (modern au, fluff, mentioned/implied violence, drugs)

Attack On Titan:

Levi:

Ackerman Line-(WIP, angst, fluff, origin stories + epilogue)

[anxiousnerdwritings]

For the love of Merlin please give me Percy Wesley x older!Potter!sister — the ultimate yandere

Percy who is determined and headstrong stepping onto the Hogwarts Express for the very first time and taking one look at the pretty girl with dark hair and green eyes and a scar on her face that she’s baring proudly, just as he’s baring his second hand robes proudly, and deciding that that’s the one he wants before even getting her name

Introducing himself with confidence and is pleased to be met with a beaming smile, no judgement present

Molly would be horrified hearing Percy is in Slytherin

Her most rule following, intelligent and sophisticated son a snake??? Not understanding why until Charlie breaks out into a fit of laughter and sputters something about Percy following a pretty girl into the house and Molly whips around looking like she wants to smack sense into him because he’s obviously lost his mind and he just raises his brows and is like “yes but it’s Potter!Reader soooooo” and she has to compose herself

He’s determine to become everything his family isn’t, everything his father isn’t, making a silent promise to be better and to take care of their family that way Arthur Weasley just couldn’t

It’s funny though cause she’s already rich. Having money isn’t a driving factor for a relationship, she just wants to be seen and loved.

Yesssss, I love it!!!! But hear me out though; Yan!poly Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood with Older!sibling!Potter!Reader👀🤗. Thoughts??

Percy would totally have a much darker streak, mainly cause his darling is always ending up it shitty situations or having to deal with shitty people so he’s gotta compensate somehow to be able to help/protect her. Not to mention he’s gotta be slick to move his way up in life to be at the point he feels he can thoroughly provide for his darling and their future family.

Also, I totally see him being an absolute fucking simp for Potter!Reader, you can’t tell me otherwise. And he takes such pride in it too. Boy loves his darling so much and so early on that he is utterly willing to do absolutely whatever for them at any given second, whether she asks him to or not. After older!sister!Potter!Reader comes into Percy’s life, his whole world revolves around her and only her. She and their future together is his top priority and it makes him only strive all the harder in his education and later in his career. Everything he does and will do is for the two of them, no one else.

I just can’t help but to imagine how totally stressed out Percy is during the whole Prisoner of Azkaban plot. Like, mans is out on the hunt for Sirius Black himself to ensure his darling stays safe and sound. He would completely forbid Potter!Reader from leaving their dorm whatsoever, especially without him. His head would be on a swivel with how much he’s looking over both his and his darling’s shoulders. Not to mention also needing to keep an eye out on Harry too cause Merlin forbid anything happens to him.

Not to mention, Percy would always come in clutch for his darling when it came to them getting into trouble. He’ll cover for them as much as he possibly can too. Doing the same for Harry too, albeit a bit more reluctantly.

I love the idea of Percy and Potter!Reader moving in together after they graduate, like right after. Percy has been waiting for this moment for so long, just him and his darling and no more being at the Burrow. I could see him moving into Grimmauld Place with the Reader, Harry and Sirius, cause you know Sirius wasn’t gonna part so easily with the Reader let alone let the two move in together right away. Besides, Percy probably may as well have already moved in with how much he was over there. Or I could see Petunia giving the house on Spinner’s End to the Reader as a graduation gift/cause it belongs to her now (or the Reader just fucking breaks into it and moves in herself cause it is hers and Harry’s after all) and the Reader of course takes Harry with her to live there, cause you know damn well older!sister!Potter!Reader promised him when she first started attending Hogwarts that the second she graduated they would never have to go home to the Dursley’s ever again. Percy ends up moving in shortly after, or he’s already been moved in having taken to setting everything up while his darling got Harry and whatever things they needed.

I also could see Percy visiting the Dursley home a lot. Vernon and Petunia actually quite enjoy him and his company, he’s prim and proper, but most importantly he doesn’t come off as being anything remotely ‘unordinary’. Meanwhile, you know damn well he spent countless sleepless nights memorizing muggle related things to come off as ‘normal’ as possible to his darling’s aunt and uncle. Vernon especially takes to Percy given their bonding over talks about career plans. Percy particularly earns Vernon’s good graces when he mentions his want for an ‘office job’ and moving his way up the workplace latter when he eventually does get said job.

But let’s be honest, Percy is only trying to make nice with his darling’s family, he absolutely detests them and wishes nothing but hardship for the people who have made his darling and her brother’s lives hell. The look of utter horror and disdain when Percy sees the way the Reader and Harry live, he vows in that moment that he will do everything in his power to take his darling away from the abusive and neglectful situation they’ve been forced to endure and to give them everything they deserve and more. After that, I think Percy’s respect for/trust in Dumbledore would be nonexistent. Like, how fucking dare you to know about the situation my darling and her brother have grown up in and continue to let it take place. The situation you willingly handed them into. Percy would totally have mad beef with Albus, to the point where he just flat out calls and refers to Dumbledore as Albus, saying it with nothing but seething disgust. No more Sir, Professor or Headmaster. I think it would be Percy’s first true heel turn from being the respectful, rule abiding boy he was.

[yandere-romanticaa]

I've been thinking of this little yandere! LoV x Vigilante! reader scenario and it goes something along the lines of this (I'm not creative when it comes to coming up with quirks so don't judge me too hard for readers power):

Reader is a vigilante who has the quirk to charm and fluster anyone she touches, but she has to touch their bare hand in order for the ability to work. It's especially effective if she goes for the target's pulse points first, then they'll be completely whipped. Reader also has a very cheeky personality to boot so for some people it might take them a minute to realize what her quirk is.

She's not a full on villain as she does not wish to harm other people. However, she's angry with the hero society and wishes to seek out true justice in the world and wouldn't you know it, that's exactly what the League of Villains is looking for.

The members would all try scouting her out as she seems good for the cause and is good at using her ability. But Reader hates the League and wants nothing to do with it. Various situations follow as the group of misfits begin to fall for her.

Some are flustered, some might even get a kiss from Reader (hint, one of em is Dabi lmao). And you can't tell me that these suckers wouldn't eat this stuff up as most of them never felt the touch of a woman. Spinner would be a sweetheart though.

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Scaramouche Masterlist

In all works I write, unless stated otherwise, the reader is gender neutral.

Genshin masterlist

Fluff - Suitable for all ages Not (as) safe for work - Suggestive or dark(er) content Content warning(s) - Will be included where necessary!

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HC(s):

♡ Little treasure chest Wanderer x shy! quiet! reader

♡ The ups and downs of dating nerd!Scaramouche How it's like dating nerdy scaramouche~

♡ Crochet and Coquette ♡ Wanderer likes you, and somewhat your crocheting hobby~

♡ Put a Ring On That... ! Where Wanderer puts a ring on your finger

Drabbles:

♡ Anniversary with Scaramouche Celebrating your one year anniversary with your dear boyfriend~

♡ Sweet little dove Yandere Scaramouche making you his (obsessive behavior)

♡ Worship me Scaramouche loves his obedient pet! (dom/sub tones, power play(?))

♡ "Would you still love me if I were a worm?" Wanderer loves you, even if you ask the silliest questions at times

♡ Chocolate, Blankets and (Preferably), Cuddles Where Scaramouche helps ease you through your period (female anatomy/reader)

♡ Kiss, Kiss, (already) Fall In Love That one tiktok kiss trend but with Scaramouche

♡ Kiss Me Under The Milky Twilight You celebrating Valentine's day with Scaramouche, even if he's somewhat late.

♡ Cuddle Trouble(s)! Scaramouche x reader who has a lot of plushies

♡ Head Spinner Have you ever thought of what would happen if Wanderer gets slapped?

♡ They’re a runner, they’re a trackstar ☆ The consequences of a kiss-and-run, really

♡ Wanderer? Never heard of 'im. Where you call your boyfriend by the wrong nickname

♡ Height Matters Not! Height (dis)advantage over wanderer~

♡ Breathing is for losers only! (Request) Where Wanderer's lack of need to breathe is free real estate! (suggestive, brat!scara)

♡ Too Sweet (For Me!) (Request) Even when married, Wanderer is just as bashful as ever~

♡ That One Time Scara Is Not Insulted When Called "Doll" (Request) The title says it all, really

♡ Sinking Into Your Arms Where merman Scaramouche takes you as his own. (possessive behavior, yandere! scara, suggestive)

♡ Good Night and Sweet Dreams Love is best enjoyed when Scara whispers his love to your (supposed) sleeping self~

♡ Fan Favorite! You play a little harmless prank on your boyfriend right before his stream.

♡ Sleepy Affirmations Your love shine the brightest when Scaramouche is asleep.

♡ Heart Eyes, On You Mutual crushes but it's you and Wanderer and a very tired Nahida

♡ Touch Starved Wanderer wants to feel you too, a lot of the time.

Fics: (On AO3 only)

♡ A Picnic With Scaramouche (Hopefully Won't End In Disaster)  You and Scaramouche goes on a picnic date

♡ Happy birthday! Your birthday celebration in Sumeru with the one and only Hat Guy Wanderer!

If you want to be tagged on my future scara x reader fics, just comment something along the line of 'tag me' under here or any of my fics~

[vampyan]

☾  ꕀ  𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 & 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be deleted on sight cus idc.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻

❧ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼

ellie williams ˖  abby anderson

❧ 𝓴𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓷𝓸 𝔂𝓪𝓲𝓫𝓪

kyojuro rengoku ˖  obanai iguro ˖  tengen uzui & wives ˖  shinobu kocho ˖  sanemi shinazugawa ˖  shinjuro rengoku ˖  zenitsu agatsuma ˖  inosuke hashibira ˖  tanjiro kamado ˖  genya shinazugawa ˖  muzan kibutsuji ˖  akaza ˖  gyutaro ˖  gyokko ˖  hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred)

❧ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝟑

karlach ˖  lae’zel ˖  minthara

❧ 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

vi ˖  silco ˖  sevika

❧ 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓻𝓪 【 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓹 】

scorpia ˖  catra ˖  shadow weaver / light spinner ˖  adora

❧ 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷

john doe / joker ˖  edward nygma / riddler ˖  harvey dent / two-face ˖  harley quinn

❧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵

goku ˖  vegeta ˖  broly (dbs only) ˖  frieza ˖  frost ˖  beerus ˖  android 17 ˖  android 18 ˖  zamasu ˖  goku black ˖  jiren

❧ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

mizu (blue eye samurai) ˖  sidon (loz botw & totk) ˖  john doe (visual novel) ˖  victor van dort (corpse bride)

❧ 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

coming soon!

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✓ fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

✓ dom!reader x sub!yandere!character (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

✓ fem or afab!reader for nsfw. fem or gender-neutral!reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader bc i will usually default to fem)

✓ non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

✓ polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: ellabs x reader, ellie x reader x dina, uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, scorptra x reader, catradora x reader)

✓ a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

✓ monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: werewolf!ellie, cryptid!kyojuro, eldritch horror!yandere)

✓ kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✘ sub!reader x dom!character

✘ male or amab!readers.

✘ kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

✘ forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[itsabouttimex2]

hey 👋 could you please do more of platonic yandere hawks x teenage bartender reader pls ? :)) I love your work

(Aw, thank you! I’ll go back and tag this series as “Teenage Bartender” since I’ve got a few fics for it now)

Patronage

Out of all the people you’ve ever served, Mr. Takami is definitely your favorite patron. The League of Villains ranges from outright bad to somewhat decent when it comes to personality, each causing you trouble in their own way.

Mr. Bubaigawara is also pretty alright, but you have to cut him off after a while so he doesn’t drink himself to sickness. He’ll switch from thanking you for looking out for him to criticizing you for being a “mood-killer” in the same breath. You like to believe that the kinder half of him is the “real” one. It always feels more sincere, in your opinion. You try to see the good in everyone around you, after all. No matter how hard it may be, or how dangerous or depraved the individual is.

Maybe you’re an optimist, Keigo Takami thinks to himself, nursing a non-alcoholic strawberry spritzer. Or maybe you’re simply too naive to see the dangers of the killers and criminals around you. Maybe it’s a case of feeling obligated to love the unloved, to accept the spurned, to try and save those dedicated to hurling themselves headfirst towards irredeemability. Maybe you sympathize with them, with what they’ve been through in their tumultuous and checkered lives.

No matter what the reason is, what really matters is that you, in spite of whatever horrid circumstances have landed you in the middle of these villains, playing caretaker and maid and nanny to drunk, belligerent murderers…

You’re still kind.

That’s why Keigo truly believes that you, more than anyone else here, can be redeemed.

Not only because of the way you treat him, but also the way you treat your “coworkers”.

When Toga gets immediately drunk off of whatever cutesy cocktail she begged you to whip up, you help her get to a couch and make her lay down, leaving a bin by her side. When Shigaraki is having another one of his tantrums, you line up all the broken glasses and worn down equipment you have onto the countertop so he has something to focus his aggression on. You listen close to all of Spinner’s rants about Stain, even if you don’t understand a word he’s saying.

You see something in them, clearly. Keigo isn’t quite sure what it is exactly, but he’d love to know. Do you care about them? Do you think they could redeem themselves? Do you think you can off-put their suffering and bloodthirstiness by being kind? Do you consider them to be family? Do you consider him family?

You’ve been around him long enough to see him as a friend, surely. You treat the winged double-crosser with the same forthcoming kindness that everyone receives when they sit at your counter, ensuring that he’s happy, hydrated, warm, and not-

“-hurt? Mr. Takami, did you get hurt?”

“Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t quite catch that one. Run it by me again?”

“That mission ran a little long, didn’t it? Usually you’re back a lot sooner, so I wanted to make sure that you were alright, Mr. Takami. You’re not hurt, are you?”

Keigo is a well-guarded man. He doesn’t give away too much and he’s good at hiding his feelings and thoughts. Still, he can’t keep himself from smiling right now. With a gloved hand, he reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“Just fine, kiddo. Things got a little troublesome- when don’t things get troublesome, huh? But i got the job done no problem, like always.”

You try to meet his smile evenly, taking his drained glass and giving him a fresh drink in turn. There’s a moment of strange silence, something’s there’s never been between the two of you.

“I’m really glad,” you quietly admit to him, breaking the lull. “I think you’re… you’re the only one who talks to me the way you do. I don’t…”

He leans forward, propping his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his twined fingers. “Talk to me, pint-size. You’ve got my ear. I’ve got some time to kill.” He adds the last line just to make sure that you know he won’t mind if this takes a while. Even if he didn’t have the time… he would make it, for you.

“I really, really do like everyone! Really, I do! But it just feels… it all feels so endless, Mr. Takami. If someone isn’t mad at me, they’re puking on the floor. If they aren’t puking, they’re crying in the corner. If they aren’t crying, they’re picking fights. If they’re not fighting, they’re breaking things. If they aren’t breaking things, they’re mad at me for something. It just goes on and on, and I- I just-“

You pause, your breath hitching inwards sharply as you bury your face into your hands. You put your palms flat on the countertop, staring at your weary reflection on the polished surface.

“I’m so tired, Mr. Takami. And I feel like I’m never gonna get to take a break.”

“Okay, come over here,” Keigo guides, leading you around the counter by your hand and towards where he remembers seeing you head each night. Your personal room, he assumes. “The bar,” you try to argue as he pulls you along, “needs me at the counter. What if someone comes by for a drink?” Your words fall on deaf ears, it seems. “Most of the league is made of grown men, kid. Trust me, they can stomach a few hours without alcohol.”

He opens the door, giving himself the first view of your room he’s ever seen.

Knowing that you can’t see the face he’s making, the undercover hero allows himself to frown at the sight.

This isn’t a bedroom. This is a storage closet with a small bed and a nightstand. It’s barely four feet wide, and just about six feet long. The sort of room you’d put spare brooms and mops in, where you’d hide away a half-used gallon of drain cleaner or spare dish soap bottles you had gotten on sale. A place too claustrophobic and enclosed for anything except supplies.

But instead, this room had been given to you, a literal teenager who was giving their all to support the League in spite of getting nothing out of it.

For just a moment, his blood boils.

The League can pretend to be good. They can pretend to be heroes and freedom fighters. They can pretend that they’re fighting for a fair and just society. They can pretend that they aren’t monsters and murderers.

But this is how they treat their own. He’s always known this. The League of Villains prioritizes powerful, dangerous individuals above all else, prioritizes those who can spread chaos and mayhem in the name of their destructive goal. And you don’t fit into that powerhouse category, so you get shuffled away, tucked out of sight when they don’t have you serving them or playing babysitter to grown drunkards.

Keigo thinks he understands it, at least. But the truth is that some of the League do care for you. Twice, Spinner, Magne, Toga, Mr. Compress… all of them do care about you, as a friend or as family. And in turn, you care for them.

But he doesn’t think of that. As he helps you into the cramped bed, he thinks of “saving” you, and getting you out of here. Of bringing you home and keeping you safe from the harms and horrors of the world around you.

And there will soon come a day that you tumble out of the villain’s claws and into a hero’s talons.

[serxinns]

can you please do yandere class 1a x reader that loves making jackets based on their quirks and hero names please my heart is burning ❤️‍🔥for this please!!!

Hmmm this is actually one of the kind!! Thank you for the ask

Sewing was your hobby and comfort, you learned it at a very young age from your grandmother and ever since you got your quirk,

your quirk is needles, this gives you the ability to shoot needles off your fingertips and hands, and can even make weapons with them, the drawback of the quirk is your hands will get cut up and sliced if you produce so many needles which results in blood loss.

You started small by making napkins and fabric coasters at a young age then started developing into making more stuff like Scrunchies and small blankets in now making clothes! Thanks to your grandmother who was a former Fashion designer

but your favorite creation was clothes! 50 percent of your clothes were handmade and decorated by you! You always have an area for your yarn with each color and pattern!

When you got accepted to Ua you were a bit of an introvert since all you wanted to do was continue with your hobby without any interruption but life had other plans,

your classmates were all so interested in your personality that they were determined to want to know everything about you you were able to befriend everyone in class but were good friends with Tokoyami and everyone in the class despise it

Tokoyami would smirk whenever you talking unaware that your classmates would glare in jealousy while Tokoyami felt victory having your attention and being your "favorite" Here, one day It was snowing hard outside you, takoyaki and Jirou the 3 of you were heading your way to the cafe which got some very good warm drinks during the winter,

Jirou was complaining about how her earphones were cold and tried to cover them up with her scarf but they kept poking out of her scarf "Ugh these stupid ear pieces" she grumbled trying to stuff them back in her ears again, you noticed and decided to give her your earmuffs "aw y/n you don't have to I'll be fine" "nah it's cool I have plenty in my dorm room anyway"

"Plenty?" She asked a bit confused grabbing Tokoyami and Dark Shadow's attention "Yeah I make them I sew stuff like clothes, pockets and even jackets it's nothing" Jirou and Dark Shadow's eyes shined with amazement they before you can speak Dark shadow immediately went up to yout face "YOU CAN MAKE JACKETS CAN I HAVE ONE PRETTY PLEASE!!"

"D-dark shadow!!" Tokoyami pulled him back face turning red in embarrassment You chuckled "no no it's fine! I'm happy to make you a jacket if you'd like! You too Jiro!" Jirou eyes started to swell and almost made you fell when she hugged you "your such a sweet person y/n sometimes we think we don't deserve you!"

When you got back with some hot drinks you measured both takoyaki and jirou and waved them goobye promising thr hackets will be done tomorrow, you got to work making the jackets you made sure they were comfortable and fitting for them even adding some accessories that fit their quirk after 6 long hours it was finally done,

safe to say you were very proud of your work especially the accessories!

The next day you gifted them the jackets and they were amazed jirou almost died of happiness wanting to lift you and take you away Ina. Wedding gown but kept her composer "These look amazing y/n!" She spinner around with the jacket a bit while you smiled "And it fits perfectly too"

Takoyami formed a small smile "I'm glad you both like it!" The 3 of you started complimenting each other's jackets forming ideas for your next clothing unaware that some of your classmates were watching you

Wn you got to class you were started when a bunch of your classmates bombarded you with questions and complicments

"Did you actually made those jackets!? Super cute!"

"I want a manly jacket"

"Why didn't your dumbass tell us that you can make jackets!?"

"Ignore these pest y/n of you run out of materials you can ask me I can create it right away for you!"

"C-can you perhaps teach me y/n! I'll like to make a blanket for my pet rabbit!"

Every classmate was crowding around your desk either begging you to make a jacket or to help you "Oh shit.." you thought this was gonna be a long day "Fine but on one condition..you owe me a lot for this!" You narrowed your eyes while everyone else was nodding eagerly

For the next 2 weeks you started making everyone else their jackets each based on their quirks and personalities momo was a big help by creating materials to make the jackets and Ochako and Sato were also a big help in encouraging you and baking you sweets

And by the next day, you gifted everyone their jackets, and let's say they went wild Mina and Hakagure were squealing and thanking you repeatedly while Iida promised you gift you something back for this generously, "Hey bakugo they all put on your jacket!" Kirishima said as he was currently wearing the jacket a tinted blush forming "It's good I guess.." sero and Denki protested demanding the blonde to give them a proper compliment

You watched how everyone was either bragging, showing off, or just In love with your creations you were glad things went well

by the end of the day, you were exhausted just wanting to crash in your bed and sleep as you slowly opened the door you were met with 100s of gifts from each of your classmates showing their gratuities you smiled even brighter as they watched from behind glad to make you happy as much as you did and will cherish the jackets forever

[mango-bango-bby]

Hi! Is it okay if I request platonic Yandere LOV with Dabi’s sister? Like they fight over who gets to babysit her while Dabi run errands? Thank you! I love your content!

♡ Babysitter ♡

(A/N: I genuinely love platonic LOV so much!! I’ve been getting so many platonic bnha request’s lately and I love it so much!! It’s the best for comfort 💞)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, children, the league fighting over reader, reader cries

Summary:  Dabi has to leave for an errand, so the league has to babysit you (Yan!platonic!brother!Dabi x GN!child!reader + Platonic!LOV x GN!child!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Dabi did his best to take care of you. He did the best he could with his lifestyle. You stayed in the leagues hideout most of the time, almost never going out. You were still pretty young and stayed away from the outside, as your brother advised you to. 

He actually trusted most of the league around you, some of the villains that would visit weren’t as trusted then he would keep you locked up in your room. He knew the ones he trusted though, he knew they wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’m going out” Dabi says, placing you down on the couch. “You’re in charge, watch Y/n” He says, leaving the underground bar. He had noticed that your roots were starting to grow back in. Although not healthy for your hair, he couldn’t risk your identity being even some what findable through your fiery red hair that you got from your father. So he needed to go get more hair dye.

All of the villains in the room look at you as you sit with your toys in your lap. You just play with your small lego’s, not even noticing that your brother had left. The only problem was that no one knew who exactly he was talking to.

“Hehe, c’mon Y/n, let’s go paint your nails” Himiko giggles going to pick you up, only to be interrupted by Spinner. “Don’t leave, I’m supposed to be watching them” He whines, watching Himiko hold you. She only blinks at him.

“No, I’m watching them! I’m they’re favorite! Y/n loves spending time with their auntie Himiko! Isn’t that right, cutie?” She says, blowing a raspberry on your stomach before putting you back down on the couch to play with your toys.

“He left me in charge” Tomura mumbles, his eyes focused on his game on the TV. “What? Why would you be in charge?” Spinner asks, Tomura rolling his eyes. “Because I’m the leader” He says as if it were obvious.

Kurogiri sighs from behind the bar while cleaning glasses. “You all are so immature, that’s why he left me to watch them” He says, earning huffs from around the room.  But they’re cut off by a small knock on a door.

“Dabi?” you say, knocking on his door. None of them were watching, you had left to the hallway. “Dabi” you say walking into the room, looking everywhere, even under the bed as if he could fit under there. “Where’s Dabi?” you whine, walking back into the lounge area, still looking for him. You were still very young but you could speak with very small sentences. 

“He’s not here” Tomura states, not even thinking before saying it. “No-“ You whine, balling up your fist as tears start welling up in your eyes. “No, no, please don’t cry” Spinner panics, Himiko also trying to comfort you but it only makes you cry more. 

“I want Dabi!” You cry, Dabi facepalming as he walks through the door with a box of hair dye in his hand. He walks by swooping you up into his arms. 

“Can’t even leave you alone with them for five minutes” He huffs, carrying you off to your room as your crying calms now that he’s here. 

This only causes another fight, they never did find out exactly who he was talking to.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Thank you for reading, darling!!

[mamayan]

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Dabi

SWEET: Yan! Dabi x Fem! Darling

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Soft (NSFW)

Head (NSFW)

Wall (NSFW)

Break (SFW but Dark Themes)

Crying Won’t Help (NSFW) ABO

Dirty thoughts

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Brat Tamer (NSFW)

Cold (Yandere Dabi x Darling)

Shigaraki Tomura

HAPPY HALLOWEEN (NSFW/NONCON)

MIND BREAK: (Dark NSFW)

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Part 1: Time as a Darling (NSFW)

Part 2: Time as a Darling (NSFW)

Foot Fetish

Dirty thoughts

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Game Time (R) (Piss Kink) (NSFW)

Gross (Noncon) (NSFW)

Tenko Shimura HC (NSFW)

Dog (SFW • Drabble)

Manners (Tomura x Fem! Reader x Spinner NSFW)

Spinner

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Soft s/o x Spinner (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Cuddle Me (R!) (NSFW)

Heat Haze (R!) (NSFW)

Manners (NSFW)

Mr. Compress

Gentleman (NSFW)

Overhaul: (I will not accept requests for him!)

Better dead than alive (Dead Dove)

Fatgum

Feel Better (NSFW)

Headcanons

EraserHead (Aizawa)

Cock Warming (NSFW) (Request!)

Aizawa x villain (humor/crack)

Before Bed (NSFW/Request)

Mirio Togata

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Moderation (NSFW) (x Fem! Reader)

Happy Birthday (NSFW)

Shinsou Hitoshi

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Katsuki Bakugo

• Growing Pain (SFW/Hurt/Comfort)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

For Your Safety (Yan! Noncon!)

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

[villainbun]

Masking fire

Dabi x Gn!reader and Mr.Compress x Gn!reader

Tw: yandere Dabi, yandere Mr.Compress, toxic relationship, eventual cheating, mask kink

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

You were sitting on one of the bar stools in the LoV hideout while Toga raved on about wanting to see that green haired hero boy again. You barely registered anything as the alcohol seeped into your body. Not that you were usually like this with her, you did enjoy conversing with her on the daily basis. However, tonight was different, you were too busy worrying about seeing Dabi again after what happened a few days ago.

“I thought we’ve talked about this already” you sighed.

“Relax babe, they are all dust by now. It’s fine” he said as if he was proud of burning random men until they were unrecognizable.

“But, what if you get caught? I don’t want to lose you” you frustratedly responded.

“Look at me” “Hey! Look at me, nothing’s gonna happen” he grabbed your chin and leaned in for a kiss. You felt his hands grabbing your waist and his semi hard cock rubbing against you.

“But you should be careful, the police and heroes are out looking for us what if-” you said as you weren’t in the mood.

“Tsk” he tutted. “Listen, I’m tired of you yapping like a bitch all day long, why don’t you come here” he barked back.

“But I…” you muttered until you realized it was useless to say anything. He didn’t listen to you before what made you think this time would be different.

“That’s it, I’m done. I can’t even relax anymore. Fuck this” he grumbled as he stepped away probably to smoke another cigarette and blow some steam off. It was always the same whenever your antics got too much, he would just walk away like you were wrong for caring for him.

Somehow, the nervousness you felt went away as soon as you saw Dabi coming back safely with Spinner, Twice and Compress. Toga immediately jumped up on her feet and rushed towards Twice, finally her favourite person to chat with in the League was back. Mr.Compress along with Spinner were heading your way.

“You know a lady should not be drinking alone, want us to keep you company?” Compress offered. You blushed slightly at him and nodded happily. Compress sat next to you and next to him was Spinner who was trying to steal the bottle away from you.

Mr.Compress removed his black and white mask leaving just his eyes and mouth uncovered by the ski mask. His gentle eyes stared at you briefly and maybe it was the alcohol talking at that moment, but you couldn’t help noticing how attractive he was. The mask certainly did a good job accentuating his features. His chocolate eyes made you feel warm and his luscious lips parted as he spoke to you leaving his pearly white teeth to shine through. You had to excuse yourself and go to your room. What are these weird thoughts creeping into your mind? You shouldn’t have drank so much, but it just felt so good to temporarily forget you and Dabi’s rocky situation even if it was for bit.

After you got into your room still ignoring Dabi’s presence, he thought to himself that he needed to figure out a way to get you back into his arms. He went up groggily to Compress and asked him to borrow one of his many ski masks. Did you really think he wouldn’t notice you making googly eyes at Compress in that mask. He knew you and your dirty mind enough to realize that you were flustered by men in masks. He was tired of this bratty behaviour, now it was time for you to be put back in your place. He won’t be tolerating your bickering any longer…

Later that night, Shigaraki yelled out from the other room, telling you both to shut up as you giggled and leaned onto Dabi’s chest as he kissed the top your head. It always ended the same, but with his body against yours nothing mattered, not the fight, not his temper, not this cycle that you were in. Everything was okay again, at least until the next time you lose your mind over his safety.

Little did you know that, in Mr.Compress’ room, he was figuring out a way to make you all his. There was no doubt in his mind that he would treat you so much better than that arsonist maniac.

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

I’ll be writing a part 2 eventually. It will lean more into Mr.Compress and reader

[daisystwistedgarden]

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❀ the high school years

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[shig-a-shig-ah]

everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it

Before the League of Villains, Tomura took you. Before the final war, he let you go. Still, moving on proves difficult for you both.

» pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x afab!reader » word count: 4.2 » notes: Idk what this is, really. Divorce Ghuleh was in some kind of mood. » contains: gn!pronouns, post-canon, angst, exes (kinda), unrequited love (kinda), soft Shigaraki, ostensibly yandere Shigaraki, referenced kidnapping, oral sex (f!receiving). 18+, minors DNI. » ao3 mirror

"You got a new place."

Anyone else might be alarmed by that casual interjection when you were, until a moment ago, alone in your apartment, no company save for the pile of moving boxes beside you and no sound except the patter of rain against the roof. But you? You don't so much as flinch at the sudden appearance of that raspy voice. You only continue placing books neatly on the shelf before you as you reply, "And you found it."

"I always do, don't I?"

There's a shrug in Tomura's voice, the words spoken as a simple matter of course. It's followed by footsteps reverberating across the hardwood, and even without turning around you can picture the scene perfectly in your mind: him pacing behind you, head cocked and hands shoved lazily in his pockets as he surveys your fourth apartment in fifteen months.

"Why'd you move?" His question is followed by the telltale creak of a cabinet opening. "I thought you liked your last place."

"I did, but they raised the rent."

The cabinet, empty, thuds shut. There's a weight to the brief silence that follows, and when it's broken it's by the drag of fingernails raking over papery skin. Then, "You know you don't have to worry about that."

It's true, and it isn't. You could afford any place you wanted with the money Tomura insists on putting in your name—money that you refuse to touch. On principle, you tell yourself, though you often wonder the difference between that and spite.

You don't argue, though. Only deflect. "It wasn't worth what they were asking. And I like this place, too."

You're not lying. The unit is smaller, admittedly, and further from the city center, or what passes for one these days when so much is still in ruin. But it's also quiet. Quaint. There's a picture window that looks out over the shared courtyard, and rows of built-ins lining the walls. More built-ins than you could possibly need, really, for the meager possessions you've accumulated over the last year and some, but you tell yourself that's a good thing. That you'll grow into the space in a way you never managed at your last apartments.

Not that this is a promising start.

You wipe your dusty hands on your jeans and finally stand, sighing as you turn to face Tomura. "You said you were going to stop coming by like this."

He looks as you'd expected, on first glance—loose black clothes and slouched posture, carmine eyes watchful behind the spill of white hair that hangs longer every time you see him. But you also catch the subtle shift your words bring—the brief press of his mouth into a tight line, the quick drop of his gaze.

There's a long silence as you stare at him and he stares at the floor.

When he starts pacing again, the echo of his footsteps hangs heavier this time.

"It's hard," he says, chewing at his cheek. "Everyone else has moved on. Toga has her girlfriend, Dabi's with his family. Spinner's turned the Liberation Front into some heteromorph rights movement, if you can believe it." He lets out an incredulous laugh, as though he can't. "Even Kurogiri is busy. Figuring out his old friends, his old life."

"Kurogiri left?" You try to force aside the unwanted tightness that revelation spurs in your chest. "I thought he'd stay with you."

"He offered. Would have if I'd asked, but it's not like I need him. I'm just..."

"Lonely?"

"No." And then, with mirthless huff, "Maybe."

That admission hangs in the air longer than you intend to let it—long enough for your memory to take you back to places you'd rather not be. To waking, years ago, in a strange bedroom in a strange apartment. To long night after long night with Tomura curled against your side and your own mind refusing sleep, preoccupied as it was with the question of why.

The answer, it turned out, was deceptively simple.

There's a pile of takeout menus on your coffee table—ones that were waiting in your mailbox when you moved in. You sigh as you reach for them, already knowing he'll stay for dinner if you offer.

And already knowing you'll offer.

"Well," you say, not missing how Tomura's eyes darken guiltily at the trace bitterness you can't quite keep from your voice, "it's not like it would be the first time."

"You go out now."

Tomura's words have you pausing with a piece of katsu lifted halfway to your mouth. The two of you have been silent the last ten minutes; were mostly silent before that, too, as you waited out the vast-seeming span of time between the placing of your takeout order and the reprieve of the delivery person's arrival. But now he's looking at you from behind his hair as he scoops up threads of soba.

You finish taking your bite. Swallow. "What?"

"I came by your old place a few days ago and you weren't there." He says it reluctantly, like he's ashamed despite the current circumstance. "Last month, too. That never used to happen."

Of course it didn't: you barely left your old apartments in the weeks and months after Tomura let you go, though you've been trying to remedy that as of late. Two years sequestered from normal life left you overwhelmed in public, oddly claustrophobic any time you found yourself in a crowd. And even once that tendency towards panic abated, there was hardly anywhere to go outside of earning your meager living. No family to miss you, and certainly no friends to reconnect with. Much like Tomura now, everyone you knew seemed to have moved on.

Not that you hadn't, because whoever you were before Tomura, it's not who you were after. And you know the same is true of him—that he's not the person he was when he took you. An incontrovertible truth, if only because you're sitting here. Free.

More or less, anyway.

You take another bite of katsu. Chew carefully before saying, "I was on a date, actually."

The way Tomura stiffens slightly at your answer sparks a vindictive stab of satisfaction in you. It only grows when he asks, with forced casualness, "What kind of date?"

"A first date."

A good date, too, by objective standards. One where your suitor did all the right things, and where that effort seemed genuine. They didn't even try to come up at the end of the night—only kissed you on the cheek and said they would call.

"Is there—" Tomura wavers, for a moment. Lifts one hand towards his neck only to drop it just as quickly, and then slurps down a hasty spoonful of broth instead. When he swallows, it's harder than seems necessary. "Is there going to be a second one?"

You think again about the end of that latest attempt at romantic connection. About the blank indifference you felt as your date stood there smiling, and about the memory of crimson eyes that haunted you in that moment, the same way it had in the few attempts before. About the voicemail your suitor left the next day. The one that still sits on your phone, unplayed.

Whatever petty satisfaction you felt a moment ago slips away.

"No," you say flatly before lapsing back into silence.

There never is.

"Do you ever regret it?"

It's a question that again comes after lengthy quiet, though this time you're the one to speak first. Dinner is long over, takeout containers and disposable chopsticks left in a pile on your scuffed kitchen table, and you've spent the last couple hours in silence on your sofa. You're in one corner and Tomura's in the other, his foot propped up on a couple moving boxes as a sitcom neither of you are really watching plays out on screen. He frowns at the abrupt inquiry.

"The war?"

It's telling, you think, that that's the first place his mind goes. To that final confrontation with the heroes, and a battle he'd more or less won. But it's not what you meant.

"Letting me go." After a moment's consideration, you add, "Or taking me in the first place."

That question has festered in the back of your mind since the day Tomura chose power over the dwindling comfort of your presence, and you couldn't say why you ask it now. Couldn't say, either, why it was left unspoken for so long, save that some discomfort always stopped you. A fear, you suppose, that whatever response he gave would reveal as much about you as him. That you'd realize too late there was some specific answer you wanted.

Even now, your eyes stay fixed uneasily on the television as you await a response that takes several long moments to come. In the interim the quiet is filled with nothing but grating laugh tracks and the telltale rustle of nails scraping over Tomura's throat. You wonder when he resumed that anxious tick. Wonder, too, how bad it's gotten. If you brushed back those tangled locks, would you find mere reddened skin, or deep scores?

You distract yourself with that wondering, and eventually Tomura gives his answer.

"Sometimes," he admits.

"Sometimes for which one?"

The subsequent silence is longer this time. Then the sound of scratching abates, and from the corner of your eye you see his hand drop.

He leans forward for the television remote. Turns the volume up a couple notches.

"Both."

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

Tomura's answer is the one you expected. You've spent the last who-knows-how-long doing nothing more than staring at the dim black of the ceiling above your bed and somehow, despite the dark and the polite distance left between you, you knew he was doing the exact same thing.

He doesn't stay over, usually. Doesn't come by that often at all, truth be told, though every time he does it feels like an inevitability. Like there could never be any world where the two of you part for good.

On your good days, you know why that is. Understand the technicalities of trauma bonding or Stockholm syndrome or whatever one wants to call it. You know, too, that you're lucky in some ways. That this thin attachment you can't shake could be far stronger after two years of forced proximity.

On your bad days, though? On days like today, when his presence reminds you that there was something almost comfortable about this, once?

On those days, you can't help thinking that sense of inevitability might mean something.

You shift. Roll onto your side to look at him, and preoccupy yourself studying the outline of his silhouette, so different now from when he first stole you into his bed. He looked so young, then, with his owlishly wide eyes and that shaggy mop of dirty white hanging chaotically over his features. Now, his stark hair falls heavy back from his face, and his cheeks have lost some of their surprising roundness. Those more chiseled angles match the cut of meaty shoulders, and the swell of a chest that wasn't always so broad.

Several long moments pass, and then Tomura turns to face you.

"Why?" he asks. His brow is knit slightly, the rest of his face placid. It's a look you used to find strange—too dispassionate and untroubled for someone whose blood so often ran hot. But even in the earliest days he rarely turned those mercurial moods towards you.

No, with you he was always calm, or calm enough anyway—no demands or expectations beyond your stolen company and the tug of your head to his chest so his face could bury into your hair. It's that weight of expectation that makes it so different with everyone else, you think. Every job you take, every date you make, comes with the realization that something is wanted of you. Then, and always.

It had seemed intolerable when you were living it, but those long years with Tomura were still the only time in your life you were allowed to simply be.

And whether you want to or not, sometimes...

Sometimes you miss it.

You scoot closer to him. Ignore the way he stiffens in surprise and lean in, pressing your mouth to his.

It's not love. It never was, you're certain of that—not for you and not for him, either, even if it took so much time and growth for him to realize it. But it is familiar in a way that nothing else is, and tonight you don't much mind that when he feels like home it's in the exact wrong ways, like a place to which you would never want to return for good but that you might sometimes long to visit, if only because nothing else will ever be yours in quite the same way.

And because you'll never belong to anything else in quite the same way, either.

Tomura's arm extends to settle around your waist, tugging you closer. The gesture is far more practiced than the clumsy movements of his lips, but it's no surprise to you that he's more well-versed in the mundane affections. They were a constant in the hundreds of nights you once spent close against him, his hands in careful fists and his body curled into your side, each passing minute proving that he wasn't lying when he whispered what you thought were reassuring falsehoods. That he just wanted to be close to you.

It was hard to believe at first that he held little interest in carnal endeavors, at least beyond what they might represent when given willingly. But in the end you were convinced of it.

And in the end, when some combination of conscience and necessity finally led to your parting, you gave it willingly.

Now here you are. Again.

You deepen the kiss. Let your tongue trace over Tomura's scarred lower lip and sigh when his arms tighten around you. There's not passion in it, not exactly, but he's steady against you. Warm. Easy. And whether it's him you want or merely a familiar body touching you, that's enough to have a faint spark of heat stirring between your thighs.

Tomura doesn't protest when you pull back to tug him atop you, your hands already pressing at his shoulders to guide him where you want him, settled between your thighs. In the dim light you can just make out the stigmata-like scars that mar his palms as he shoves your shirt up, and you find yourself contemplating those pale, shiny marks. They're two among many, those hints of old wounds serving as counterparts to all the strength and muscle that lingered even after All for One left him.

It must be unsettling, you think, to inhabit a body so different from the one he started with—to wear the evidence of his ascent to godhood even after all that power was stripped away, sacrificed in the name of something as basic as self-preservation.

You think, too, that in the wake of all that it's no wonder he's lonely.

And then Tomura plants an open-mouthed kiss against your clothed mound, and you can't think of much except the desire blooming in you. His fingertips hook under the band of your underwear, tugging them down over your hips so his thumb can tease at your exposed sex, and the delicate touch has a faint gasp slipping past your lips. Tomura's cheek comes to rest against your bare thigh, his hot breath tickling flushed skin.

For a long moment he simply stares up at you from that prone position, gaze intent and eyes heavy-lidded with a want that seems deeper than mere lust. When your hips buck impatiently, however, he's quick to answer; a shuddering exhale slips past his lips and he drags his tongue over the length of your cunt.

His mouth is warm, the velvety pressure enough to have you lifting a hand to tangle in his hair. He groans in response, tipping his head to nuzzle briefly into that touch before he resumes his work, one finger tracing again over your entrance. It tests your wetness and then slips inside you, pressing and curling experimentally until it earns the delicate whimper he was seeking.

He repeats the motion, his tongue continuing to lap at your sensitive apex all the while, and you whine again, throaty and frustrated this time as the heat that's been building levels off. As good as it feels, it's not enough, the soft strokes of his tongue too gentle to approximate what you're accustomed to—the buzz of toys or the firm press of your own fingers, but never someone else's touch. Your grip on his hair tightens as you grind yourself against him.

"More," you gasp. He's quick to respond, another finger slipping inside you and the flat of his tongue dragging more firmly over your clit. Your back arches in response, your eyes fluttering closed. "Mmhmm," you gasp. "Like that."

Even with your own eyes closed, you can feel Tomura's unfaltering gaze, can sense him watching raptly as you respond to every persistent touch. Your head is starting to go fuzzy, everything beyond the friction between your thighs receding into a haze. When Tomura's lips latch around you, sucking lightly, your free hand clutches at the blankets as your legs start to tremble.

Tomura stops his efforts just as quickly, planting a kiss against your inner thigh as you let out another choked noise of dismay.

"Say my name," he pants. Those words are accompanied by the faint rustle of the sheets beneath him, and when your eyes blink open you can just make out his hips rutting against the mattress, some reflexive bid for friction. His voice is thick as he repeats his request. "Say it, when you—"

You're already nodding, clutching at him again as you guide him back to where you want him. Where you need him. There's a pleasant ache at your center, throbbing as you hover on the edge of release, and you whimper when Tomura's lips close obediently around you.

"Fuck," you swear as the flat of his tongue starts to work in tandem with that suction, the sensation heightened by each rhythmic stroke of his fingers. "Fuck, 'm close."

He speeds up his movements, tongue working more eagerly against you, and you can feel yourself beginning to tense, your hands and your hips conspiring to shove Tomura's face more firmly against your cunt. It's a heady sensation, to be touched at all and especially to be touched like this after so long without. When those waves of pleasure finally crest it's almost overwhelming, some strange melancholy swelling in your chest even as your whole body goes taut and a cry rises in your throat. It nearly sticks, lodged behind the unwanted lump that's formed there; in the wash of your tumultuous orgasm you barely manage to give him the one thing he asked for in exchange for that peak.

The words come out a hoarse, broken whisper. "C-coming, Tomura."

He groans gratefully, coaxing you through your release and not stopping until you force him away, overstimulated. Even then he only turns his head to mouth at your thigh, his hips continuing to grind against your mattress as his breathing grows more ragged. His lips work fervently over you as he does, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses punctuated by strained exhales. Then he's stuttering and shuddering, letting out one last desperate gasp against your skin as he comes.

He claws his way back up beside you almost immediately, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, uncertain in a way that contrasts sharply with his usual demeanor these days. It has you reminded once again of early on in all of this, when he was so different. When you both were.

That uncanny nostalgia only intensifies when he asks, hesitantly, "Can I...?"

You nod. You know what he's asking for—the only thing he's ever really wanted when crawling into bed beside you. The moment you acknowledge his plea, he's pressing himself into your side, arms wrapping tightly around you and his face burying in the crook of your neck.

Tomura doesn't move after that. Only relaxes into you slowly as you stare again the ceiling, willing yourself to feel some shame or guilt for inviting him into your bed. Not because of what it might mean to him, after all this time, but because of what it might mean to you. What it might mean for you.

In the end, though, you fail to summon that remorse. Another part of the inevitability, perhaps, because what is there to be ashamed of when it feels like things could never have been any different?

So, you only lay there listening as Tomura's breathing evens into the telltale rhythm of sleep, and sometime in the hours after you doze away too.

Tomura wakes to the warmth of your skin against his, and for a moment it's as if all the months since your parting have been erased. He blinks his eyes open expecting to find himself in his room at the bar, and to rise and make you tea under Kurogiri's watchful eye the same way he did so many times before. It isn't until he's met with the sight of bare walls and morning light streaming through the window that he orients himself.

Muscle memory still carries him to your kitchen after he slips from beneath your sheets; it's only when he finds coffee instead of tea among your sparse pantry items that he pauses. Remembers that he's well past such persistent efforts to win you over. All he's doing now is acting out a script for a performance that's long since ended.

He leaves the stove unlit. Puts your kettle, half-filled, back where he found it, and stands uncertainly in your kitchen, surveying the stacks of half-emptied moving boxes that surround him.

It doesn't mean anything, he knows. That you asked him to touch you, or that you asked him to stay at all, those casual invitations thrown out not with reluctance, exactly, but with resignation: Why don't you stay for dinner? And then, when you'd retreated to bed, the simplest, Are you coming? And even if it did mean something, it would be nothing more than what it always means when you fail to turn him away. That the consequences of his early thievery extend far beyond what his younger self could have imagined. That what he's done he can never take back or undo, no matter what paltry efforts he makes to set things right.

There is no right, here. Not for the two of you.

Tomura's halfway through slipping on his shoes when your voice interrupts him.

"You're leaving."

He turns to find you standing in your bedroom doorway, your face still bleary with sleep and your expression otherwise indifferent. The skin at his throat prickles, the way it seems to do so often lately.

He was. Leaving. Had been intent on slipping out the door before you rose, and before he had to wonder if you would ask him to stay.

You don't ask him to stay.

"It's funny," you say instead, and with no real amusement, "I woke up at some point last night, and for a second I thought..."

That sentence hangs in the air, half-finished, but Tomura knows what you thought. He thought it himself, after all, when he first stirred to the rise and fall of your chest under his cheek and was transported back to a time when things felt far simpler. A time when after was a problem for others to contend with, so abstract and disconnected from his goals that it seemed the future couldn't touch him.

Tomura finishes tying his shoes. Straightens up to look you in the eye—a feat that seems to grow harder every time he sees you. Fingertips lift to rub at his neck as clears his throat.

"I won't bother you again," he says.

He means it, but then he always does. Always tells himself this time is the last time, and believes the lie until the moment that unshakable pull has him slipping through whatever unlocked door or window he can find.

You spare him the indignity of skepticism, though. Only nod and move to open the front door, watching silently as he accepts that unambiguous disinvitation. He takes two steps out into the hall before pausing, a question he doesn't want to ask hovering on the tip of his tongue.

He asks it anyway.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You asked me if I regret it," he says. He keeps his eyes firmly fixed on the carpet in front of him. "Do you?"

The question is met with silence at first. When Tomura finally turns to face you, you're staring at him with your brow slightly knit, your mouth twisted into something a little too wry to be called a smile.

After another moment, you sigh. Your gaze drops, briefly, and then rises again to meet his stare.

"Goodbye, Tomura," you say, almost gently.

You shut the door.

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[lesinquietes]

A little peek of the next chapter of Thief 🔥 starting to work on this nightmare again

Summary: As a psychologist at a psychiatric ward for villains, you’re used to encountering cruelty and treating trauma. But your days of freedom are unknowingly numbered when a new patient arrives. It’s then that you learn his compliance to your wishes comes at a hefty price — one you can’t possibly agree to.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x Psychologist!Reader

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“Think it’s time to take you back with me.”

It’s as though a bell is chiming in your head. It’s distant and faint. Part of you tries to implore that you heard him wrong, because the hell in which you exist is never ending. You didn’t, though; that was real.

You want to leap for joy. You abstain, of course. He bought your ploy of submissiveness. You fucking tricked him. Beyond that, you’re getting out of here. You’re not getting out of this arrangement unscathed, but there’s an end in sight. Being in the populated world again grants you the opportunity to flee without having to bypass chains, a padlocked door, and soundproofing. Others will know where you are. Maybe, if you’re lucky, a real hero will recognize you, and word will disperse that you’re still alive.

You grasp how fat of a chance that is. They found the remains your captor planted. Hawks made a statement. They probably had a fucking funeral for you already, giving some closure to your relatives. No one will be looking for you.

You also understand that it’s premature to amplify your hope. For all you know, this could be another trap. Dabi isn’t the brightest bulb in the pack when it comes to emotions and anatomy, though he’s certainly cunning. After all, he’s conquered death. Bearing his trickery in mind, you dull the moths in your chest — fluttering in anticipation for light — and swallow your yips of triumph. The only part of you that’s beyond your control is a minute stutter.

“T-to the base?”

Graciously, he doesn’t pick up on it.

“Yeah.” He reaches down to take hold of your chin. “Old one got fucked, so we took a better one from a group of anti-mutant cultists.”

He was never so happy to kill people and steal their belongings. Those who subscribe to the idea that individuals with physical mutation quirks are lesser have their heads up their asses. He’s lost count of how many times someone’s called him ugly. Fortunately, he can hide his burnt form and avoid most of the bad attention. He can only imagine what people like Spinner go through, however, having a tail and scaled skin. He’s glad to cleanse this society of stupid ideologies while advancing his own agenda.

“You ready, doc?” He prompts you.

You nod quickly. It’s a bit too eager, but you can’t restrain yourself. You’ve been prepared to depart since you arrived. Isolation did a number on you. The dark is as threatening as the arsonists' touch. The lantern he kept lit for you only fuelled your nightmares, as shadows danced on the stone walls and you confided in your hallucinations. Lines have been blurred, and you don’t feel like yourself anymore.

[everything-i-have-ever-read]

LOV

L.O.V kidnap you. when you wake back up you've lost your memory.

Marbles (Mr. Compress x Reader)

Warnings: Noncon, cumflation, belly bulges, forced filming, butt stuff, massive amount of cum, yandere

Nullified Quirk  (Shigaraki x Reader)+ Aizawa

TW: Noncon

Shigaraki fucking Aizawas daughter/student/someone v close to him, and having Aizawa be forced watch and use his quirk so Shigaraki can touch her fully without her truning into dust

Ensnared (Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi) 

 Warnings: Noncon, stuck in a wall sex, forced oral sex, forced orgasm, facefucking, degradation, water sports (Shigaraki be pissing), yandere

shigaraki fucking all mights daughter who is quirkless.

Warnings: noncon, forced breeding, yandere

MANNERS Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader x Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner)