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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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↳ ❝ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 / 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊 !❞

pairings: yandere! bf! katsuki + yandere! harem! bnha + ocs x rich inventor! gn! reader

warnings: soft! katsuki. snob reader.

↳ DATING BAKUGOU KATSUKI WAS AN EXPERIENCE AND A HALF.

To [Y/N], most of it was getting relentlessly scolded and nagged upon by the explosive persona. Bickering was the usual. Both enjoyed honesty after all, or maybe it was just a sadomasochistic dynamic that only they would understand.

Sometimes — although he may argue that it was backwards — they would have sweet quiet moments.

Underneath the orange sky, they would lay down after some heated training matches and just enjoy each other’s presence.

Not a word was spoken, nor was it needed to be said.

”Oi, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Katsuki glared at the camera within [Y/N]’s hands. He wasn’t familiar with electronics really, all he needed was his phone and computer at times. However, he had the feeling that whatever his significant other was using should definitely cost a fortune.

”Taking a damn photo so it’ll last longer” [Y/N] beamed as they imitated one of Katsuki’s words early on in the relationship.

Their propinquity started around late middle school, and boy did Katsuki soften the following years.

”What’re ya staring at?!” Katsuki snarled at his masked partner. He couldn’t see the upper half of their face, but considering that their head had been turned towards him for several minutes? He had to fill in the silence.

”A boy named Bakugou Katsuki?” [Y/N] tilted their head in confusion. In contrast to their tone in the present day, their words came out as robotic and excessively formal.

The heir also had their own personality differences between the years of dating. The previous [Y/N] was ruthless, and reveled in the pain — of whatever form — in others.

They still did now, but having Katsuki to tease 24/7 made it less apparent.

The said boy blushed at the straightforward confession, ”Take a damn photo. It’ll last longer.”

After the couple took their fair share of rest, they set off to Katsuki’s home. Orange sky now darker shade of blue as the sun made its leave as well. ”Tch. We’re going to be late for dinner, [L/N]. Hurry your ass up.”

”Coming. . . coming. . .” [Y/N] groaned. Katsuki did a number on their equipment. Most have been charred or just completely obliterated, including their portal and wormhole making gadgetry. This meant that they had to lug around all the weapons — yes, I mean actual weapons — that they’ve been launching at their boyfriend. And, [Y/N] being the spoiled brat that they were, definitely did not like having to exert physical effort. But, oh well, it was just another normal day at the park for these two. They should have been more prepared.

Why throw weapons instead of using practical things like lazers and the such? Well you see, [Y/N] might just be a huge fan of certain characters in F*te and H*nk*i Imp*ct. They couldn’t help it.

And if you’re wondering how they’re able to practice with Katsuki using his quirk in public, it’s money. In addition to the fact that [Y/N]’s family probably ‘owned’ the majority of Japan if not just having a major influence in it. “Is Mitsuki making beef stew tonight?”

”We’re making beef stew.” Katsuki reached for the claymore above [Y/N]’s pile, thinking of how disastrous it’d be if it somehow falls off and stabs them or a person in their vicinity.

”B-b—“

”No buts. Maybe if you learned how to properly use a knife you wouldn’t cut yourself so fucking much. I managed to convince the old hag to let us be, too. She will not be coming to your rescue.” He grimaced at the memory of his mother bending towards your requests. She loved you and it shows.

”If—“

”No ifs either. You won’t burn down the building. Think the old hag hasn’t explosion and fire proofed the whole place?”

”How about—“

”A kiss won’t change your fate.” Katsuki scowled at their attempt in bribery. Like he’d be the type to give in just because of a simple kiss? What did they think he was? A simp? He needed to teach them how to stop being a spoiled brat. What if their family’s money went down the drain? They needed to learn how to be independent. “Just shut it—“

He is quickly silenced by a quick kiss to the corner of his lips. “F-Fine!”

”You and your stupid pouting, stupid cute fucking face — and those stupid pretty lips. . .”

”Love you, Ba-ku-go-u-san!” [Y/N] created a heart shape with their arms, basking in their tiny victory for the day.

“Tch.” Katsuki gritted his teeth, ”Love you, too. [L/N].”

”T-they’re so different when they’re together. . .” A goon — [Y/N] referred to Katsuki’s other companions as that due to the power difference in their dynamic — finally spoke up after numerous hours of being ignored.

”Right????” Another goon replied to the comment, equally baffled by the lovey-doveyness of it all.

[Y/N]’s demeanor immediately switched at moment they noticed the cronies’ presence. Speech devoid of all emotion or interest, ”Eh, you two were still here?”

Katsuki wasn’t an exception to the change either, his face morphing into the usual grouchy one he seemed to wear every damn moment, “WHY ARE YOU EXTRAS STILL FOLLOWING US HUH?! BUNCHA STALKERS!”

The two boy’s accompanying the couple froze up in fear, “Totally different!”

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blooberrries · 3 months

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「 extemporaneous 」 — 05 ☾

— pairing: multi; shoto x reader, izuku x reader (so FAR...) — genre: hybrid au, slow burn-ish, reverse harem — wc: 4.4k — rated: sfw — notes: yeet

You've never really had much to do with hybrids, existing in your own little bubble for a majority of your life. That comes to an end when your friend phones you for help and somehow you end up taking two hybrids off of her hands while they recuperate in the wake of an unfortunate incident. But when the time comes that they have to leave, will you really want them to go?

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At this point, should you really be surprised by the dumb shit you receive from body corporate?

The answer to that is no, you should definitely be used to it by now. Whether you should be angry, on the other hand… well, that’s another matter entirely.

And you feel like in this instance, your anger is more than a little justified.

The two hybrids had recoiled slightly when the spark first lit within you, and you instantly felt bad for throwing your emotions around when you know they’re so sensitive to them. You let the letter fall onto the nearby bench, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. When you feel the heat in your chest fade a bit, you take another deep breath. You’re still mad, but now a little less intensely so.

When you open your eyes and reach for the letter again, it’s not where you left it. Alarmed and with a slight feeling of dread, you turn and catch the two hybrids scanning its contents. This makes you feel even worse, because it’s not exactly something you want them to read.

“I’m sorry,” you say, plucking the letter away before they can get too far into it. “You shouldn’t have to read rubbish like this.”

“Yona, they’re threatening to fine you,” Izuku says, eyes wide. He immediately steps forward, edging closer to you so he can lay his hand on your arm. His long ears droop ever so slightly. “Because of us…?”

“Don’t worry, they threaten to fine me all the time,” you say, flashing him a smile. “I have a blood feud with one of the body corporate members, so it’s kind of common.”

Shoto’s eyes are piercing daggers through the paper in your hold, the pensive look on his face almost distracting you from the soft, distressed whine Izuku lets out.

“We need to have collars,” Shoto announces, and you feel your heart sink. That’s the part you were hoping they hadn’t read. Collars can be a bit of a touchy subject for hybrids, and you personally aren’t fond of them because of the reminder they provide that hybrids are viewed by some as subhuman.

“I mean, you don’t have to if – if you don’t want--” You cut yourself off, flustered, and take a moment to form what you want to say. “This is their rules, not mine. You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, I won’t make you. I won’t let them make you, either.”

Izuku’s eyes glisten a bit as he looks at you, and that’s about all the warning you get before he throws himself at you so abruptly you almost go toppling over. He whines your name loudly where his face is pressed against your shoulder, the vibrations tickling almost as much as his dark curls against your cheek. You’re beginning to realise that Izuku is a lot more emotional and dramatic than you first pegged him to be. Instinctively, your arms come up around him, rubbing his back with wide eyes. You look to Shoto for help, but his eyes are trained on the hold you have around Izuku.

Izuku yanks his head back, gripping you by the shoulders. His ears go pin straight for a moment at the sheer determination emanating from him.

“No, you’re taking care of us so it’s only fair!” he announces with gusto, brows drawn. “I don’t want you to get in trouble when all you’re doing is giving us a place to stay. Besides…”

His eyes flit to the side, a blush tinging his honey skin. His next words are murmured so softly you almost miss them. “If it’s for you… I don’t mind wearing a collar…”

He then releases you, backtracking and slapping a hand over his rapidly-colouring cheeks. If he was going to get so embarrassed as a result, why did he even say it? Fondness sparks within you at how absolutely endearing he is.

Shoto’s opportunistic streak shows itself again a moment later when he notices the vacant space around you and approaches; he slips his arms around your waist loosely from behind, his face planting itself into your hair.

“We won’t let you get fined,” he mumbles against your head, nose nuzzling slightly. “That’s money that can be spent on other things. Like chicken. And soba.”

You snort at that, following the sudden bold impulse you get to turn in his hold and return his hug. Shoto freezes when you do so, the action apparently unexpected. When you rub a hand over his back, he melts into you and lets out a happy noise that is suspiciously dog-like. You decide not to give him grief over it and instead squeeze him against you.

“Thanks, you two,” you say, pulling away with a bitter smile. “But I’m still sorry you even have to consider it. I didn’t realise that they would, well…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Shoto says, waving his hand. His snowy ears flick atop his head as Izuku voices his agreement. “Like he said, you’ve done a lot for us so far. It’s the least we can do, really.”

You can feel your chest warm at his words. You throw him a soft smile. “You might regret saying that. Word on the street is that a lot of the collar options these days are super ugly.”

Shoto rolls his eyes, letting out a scoff. “I don’t really give a f–“

“I’m sure you’ll take us somewhere promising!” Izuku says, cutting his fellow hybrid off. He meets your eyes and beams. “I trust you, Yona!”

… You might need to sit down.

There wasn’t much point in wasting time, so after a brief reprieve at home you took them out to get collars. It still doesn’t sit right with you, despite their reassurance, and on the way to one of the places you googled that has good reviews, you wonder what you can do to make it a bit more even. You don’t want to disrupt the balance you have with them right now, and if they have to start wearing collars when you go out…

It leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

It’s a short drive, and you arrive in what feels like no time at all. You don’t make it a foot away from the car, though, before a hand is grasping your own and tugging you back.

“I can smell it from here,” Shoto says in explanation, “That place is going to reek of other hybrids. Can we…?”

You open your arms without so much as a blink, and they both dive in to make you the one no doubt reeking of hybrid – well, two in particular, anyway.

“This is gonna be a regular occurrence, huh?” You joke, “At this rate, I’m worried what will happen after I shower.”

Izuku laughs, if a bit delayed, but Shoto’s silence makes you spare him a glance. A thoughtful look is on his face for a moment, before he nods and turns his mismatched eyes in your direction.

“Yeah, maybe don’t shower so often. That will preserve it more.”

“Sho!” Izuku smacks his arm, and the canine hybrid huffs.

“I’m kidding,” he says. He clearly wasn’t. Izuku appears kind of mortified.

Rolling your eyes at their antics and Shoto’s perpetually growing boldness, you turn and begin towards the store. Two hurried sets of footsteps follow after you, followed by a hand taking each of your own. You didn’t think it was going to be a reoccurring thing when you introduced it at the shopping centre that time, but you can’t say you’re complaining.

The shop upon entry is… interesting. Kind of like the unholy fusion of a pet store and a jewellery store. There is a number of different sections, each with different styles and price tags, different designers and brand names, and in the far corner is a machine for pressing details onto collar tags. At least you won’t be needing that, since these two technically don’t belong to you.

… Why did that thought kind of hurt?

Shaking your head, you allow your gaze to roam around once more before moving further in. The clerk greets you from the counter on the other side, and you return it before shifting to face your two companions.

“Right,” you say, feeling a little (read: very) out of your element. “Um, let’s have a look, I guess?”

A soft, nervous laugh filters from Izuku, and he peers around while scratching the back of his head. He isn’t sure where to start, either.

Shoto hums, using his grip on your hand to pull you closer to his side. There is only two other groups in here, a small family with a young hamster hybrid, and a tired man in business attire with three hybrids trailing after him. They seem content to mind their own business, though, so you’re not too worried.

Shoto’s instincts appear to be getting the better of him, on the other hand. You might have to ask him if everything is okay when you get back home, because although you’re not exactly opposed to this new behaviour it is pretty different from normal. He’s pressed to your side like a conjoined twin.

“How are you meant to find one that you like if you’re stuck next to me the whole time?” you ask, amused. Shoto doesn’t turn his head, giving you a glance from the corner of his eye.

“I’m not picky,” he announces, on the complete opposite side of the globe to the truth. “I’m sure I can find something easily like this.”

You hum in acknowledgement, trying your best not to laugh. It’s not his fault that he’s so funny without meaning to be. His hand squeezes yours, fingers tightening their hold before he begins to attempt navigation. Izuku is peering around with a critical gaze as he follows, attempting to narrow down which section to visit first.

“I’m going to check out these ones,” he says distractedly, having found something of interest a moment later. You tell him not to worry about price as he goes, but knowing him he probably discarded that blessing before it even entered his ears. He’s too considerate to spend a lot of your money.

You’ve got a list of items you’re intending to be reimbursed for already though, so you’re not too concerned. Nejire better watch her back come tax time.

The variety of styles available is truthfully quite surprising. A pieces catch your eye as you pass them, and they’re so similar to some jewellery already available to humans that you consider getting one for yourself.

That… actually gives you an idea.

You can tell that Shoto wants to keep you within arms reach, but when you pause to inspect a row of glimmering chain collars, and an aisle further up catches his eye, he is forced to let you go. He gives you a morose look as he parts from your side, and it’s as though he’s trying to plead with his eyes for you not to go too far — the sight is so funny you have to turn away so he doesn’t see you smile. He shuffles off to investigate the aisle that caught his eye.

You’re not sure what you expected before walking in here, but you’re able to admit that you might have been a little pessimistic. You were thinking uncomfortable, uncompromising, ugly…. But there are actually quite a number of collars that seem to take the hybrid into consideration. Some are simple, made of durable fabric with bamboo weave so that it doesn’t irritate the senses. Others are soft and made of silk that sits loosely around the neck, unrestricting. Of course, there are also the typical styles normally available for the standard pet – leather, studded, spiked, bejewelled. But you’re happy to admit that the range is better than you thought it would be.

Humming to yourself, you allow your gaze to scroll lazily through the options on the wall – you have no intention of choosing for either of them, but you also want to allow them plenty of time to find one that they like. Now that you’re alone for a brief moment, you let the thought that passed through your mind earlier to return for further deliberation. Deeming it a good idea, you begin looking at the options available a little more discerningly. Something resilient that can be worn every day would be good.

In total, you probably spend about an hour in the store. There is a lot to look at, and both hybrids end up with a handful of runner-ups that they’re choosing between. Gradually, the three of you have migrated closer to the register, and now you’re in the final aisle as the boys show you their spoils.

“Those three are nice,” Izuku says, pointing to the jumbled pile in the basket hanging from his elbow. “But, it’s these two that I’m really stuck between. This black one is a soft material, and has a standard buckle. This green one is also soft, but I like that it doesn’t have any metal and is just one you tie yourself.”

His forest-hued eyes sweep and meet your own, an expectant glimmer catching your eye. “Which one do you think, Yona?”

“They both suit you,” you answer immediately, the instant smile that blooms on his face making your chest warm. “But if I’m being honest… I think I like the green one better on you. The extra bits of fabric that hang down kind of match your ears.”

Izuku beams, a blush erupting on his cheeks as he does so, and immediately dumps the black one back in the basket. “Green it is. Thanks, Yona! I’m just gonna go and put the others back quickly.”

And then he is gone, darting down the aisle with the quick and nimble feet of, well… a rabbit. You turn to Shoto, who had been staring without a break at the collar in his hand for the duration of Izuku’s dilemma.

“I think I want this one,” he says, apparently feeling your gaze. His eyes peek at you from beneath long, thick lashes. “But… it’s a little similar to Izuku’s.”

“So?” you ask, tilting your head. Shoto lifts his face at your response. “If you like this one, then get it. Even if you got one exactly the same, I’m sure you would make it your own when you wear it.”

Shoto hums, pondering your words. The collar in question is a long, thin silken band, meant to wind twice around the neck and then tie off however the wearer prefers. It has a single gold ring looped onto the fabric, meant for a tag, but even without one it looks cute.

“I think it will look really nice,” you say, smiling. “Matches your hair. Well, half of it.”

The canine hybrid snorts, rolling his eyes playfully – he can’t hide the smile that rises, though. “Alright, I’ll get it – but not because you told me to or anything.”

You laugh, placing a hand on his arm. “Alright, go put the rest back. I’ll meet you two at the registers.”

He nods, and leans down to rub his cheek against the top of your head before striding away, long legs carrying him quicker than your eyes can follow. It’s like he can’t help himself, now that you’ve given him the green light to scent you. Your teeth sink into your lip – well, it’s not like you mind. It’s actually kind of endearing.

Time for a change of mental subject! You smack your cheek and move to the counter where the clerk is resting, smiling politely. You place your single item down, and the clerk scans it. You don’t have to wait long for the other two to arrive and place their own choices on the counter.

They all go into a bag after being wrapped in some tissue paper, and the attendant gives the three of you a smile. His cheeks redden as he actually looks at the hybrids by your side, and you feel oddly proud. Is this what it’s like to have kids that grow up handsome?

“Okay, the total for three items is $84.55. Are you a member at all?”

From the corner of your eye, you catch the hybrids sharing a confused look, but you ignore it to shake your head and reach for your card.

“Oh, that’s okay. Would you like me to sign you up? Members get some pretty neat deals with all of our sister stores that handle hybrid products and goods. There’s no extra cost – actually, if anything I think it will probably give you $5 off since this would be your first purchase.”

Your brows shoot up and a surprised hum escapes you. That might actually be a good idea, if its for other stores besides this one. Lord knows how much else you’re probably going to have to buy for these two. “Oh, yeah sure actually. You need my details?”

The process doesn’t take too long, and soon you’re exiting the store and heading for the car once more. It’s been a busy day, really.

You have to dodge the boys’ repeated attempts to take the bag from your hold, though. It’s kind of fun, and by the time you reach the car it’s become a sort of game.

“I’m not that old,” you snort as you climb in. “Do you think my bones will break from carrying this itty bitty bag?”

“No,” Izuku admits, slightly sullen at his failure to carry the bag for you. “But we’ve only lost the battle, not the war.”

Shoto nods, eyes closed and arms crossed. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”

The contents of said bag are unceremoniously dumped on the counter as soon as you arrive home. You feel like you’re distributing rations as you hand them their collars.

“I won’t make you wear them when you’re home, but honestly do whatever you’re comfortable with,” you say, folding the bag and preparing to shove it in the bin.

You receive some dismissive ‘yeah’s, and think they will be busy for now with attempting to wear the collars when a smooth baritone enters the air shortly after.

“By the way, that shop attendant said three items. Did he overcharge you?”

You turn, catching the curious look directed your way. A somewhat secretive smile tugs your lips.

“No, he didn’t.” You grab the third wrapped item from the counter. “He was talking about this.”

It’s unwrapped in seconds and immediately holds the attention of both hybrids. Confusion still twists their features, though.

“It’s pretty,” Izuku says, eyes sweeping over the design of the collar in your hold. “But we both already chose one… what’s this one for?”

“For me,” you answer simply, ignoring their startled looks. “It’s only fair. I don’t like feeling like we’re on unequal footing with only you two wearing them. Now, we’re even.”

It’s a simple band with a thin chain sitting in the middle of the fabric. It has a little star charm dangling from the centre of the chain. Honestly, if someone saw you wearing this on the street they would just think it was a pretty choker. It’s the same for a lot of the things that were in the store, and the ones that your boys chose. The only aspect that makes them collars is the fact it’s a hybrid wearing them.

Upsetting, but you digress.

You fiddle with the collar, attempting to wrangle it from the display card it’s stuck on, and only notice the silence in the room a few beats later. Your eyes flit up, catching sight of two very dumbfounded men.

“You got… a collar to wear with us?” Izuku asks, blinking like he can’t quite comprehend what he’s seeing and hearing. His voice is slightly choked, and he has to clear his throat when he is done.

“Yeah,” you say. “Now we all kind of match.”

His eyes flutter rapidly, mouth hanging slightly ajar. Pink blooms on his cheeks moments later, and his eyes glisten slightly. Izuku coughs, turning his face away.

Shoto surprises you by taking two long strides forward, tilting the collar in your hold with his finger and giving it a shrewd once-over.

“It’s pretty,” he rasps, mismatched gaze flitting between the items in your hold, Izuku’s, and his own. His ears lean backwards, adam’s apple bobbing. The low timbre of his voice as it escapes has you fighting a shudder. “They all kind of look like pretty necklaces.”

“They do,” you agree. You begin to worry that your purchase might have had the opposite effect than you intended. Right when you’re about to speak up and offer a hasty apology, Shoto surprises you with a soft laugh. His finger lifts and brushes along the column of your neck, a smile gracing his features.

“It’ll look good,” he says simply. He bites his lip, taking a step back. There is something soft about the curve of his eyes. “Thanks, Yona.”

Contentment bubbles in your chest as Izuku returns his gaze to you and hastily nods his agreement. All but throwing his own collar to the side, he darts forward with a smile and outstretched hands. “Here, let me help you put it on. They have a bit of a trick to the clasp.”

You feel a lot better about the situation now, with these two flitting about behind you and attempting to hook the choker properly. All things considered, the day definitely could have gone a lot worse.

There atmosphere in the home from that day has been nothing short of peaceful and content. They had already been warming up to you gradually, but now you feel like you’ve earned a decent portion of trust. You haven’t taken off the collar at all, and the two of them (contrary to every single one of your expectations) have done the same. In fact, you’d actually be inclined to describe the way they wear them as though they’re proudly showing off a designer shirt, or couture bag. Odd, but not unwelcome. They’re settled, comfortable, and so long as they’re happy you’re pretty happy with yourself, too.

All good things tend to come to an end, but in your instance it’s not an actual end — actually, it’s more like a complete change of pace.

It’s a simple incident that spurs the change, something that could have been easily avoided if you were anyone but, well, you. As it happens, you are indeed you, and so it is somewhat unavoidable.

You’ve taken to resuming your old exercise schedule, and this includes the occasional morning run. The two hybrids aren’t always awake when you leave (they were the first time, but that’s because you swear Shoto zoomed out of bed thinking there was an intruder when you tried to leave quietly) but they tend to rouse when you return. Today, they are still in various stages of waking up and have yet to leave their room.

When you return you make a beeline for your en-suite, hot, sweaty and probably stinky. You don’t like swimming around in your own sweat, and so tend to always go for a shower as soon as you come home. You peel your activewear from your skin, stepping out of the fabric and into a towel just for the time being. Your hair is already up and out of the way, and the collar is waterproof, so all that’s left is to turn the water on and let it warm up.

You might be overheated, but you’re not about to take an ice shower. You’re only a little bit crazy.

You have to lean in to turn the tap on, and brace your hand on the frame of the door to do so. This, as it turns out, is your fatal mistake.

Not wanting the heat to escape as the water warms but for some reason not wanting to remove your hand either, you swing the door gently closed. It does not close gently. In fact, one could say it slammed shut.

Right on your fingers, in the place where your nails are.

“OW! Mother of–“

A string of curses fit for a sailor are flung into the air, the shower door flinging shut with a huge bang as you whip you hand away and out of the danger zone. You’ll live, but it hurts like a bitch right now, so at what cost? Your poor fingers. You hate it when this happens – it’s always on the spot near the nails that hurts the most. This is bullshit!

Thankfully your sweaty self doesn’t slip on anything, and you’re left standing in a towel and examining your fingers for any broken skin as steam begins to leak beyond the shower stall. For a moment, you forget that you don’t actually live alone anymore.

When the door suddenly bursts open, you are abruptly reminded that you now live with not one, but two other people, whose hearing is nothing short of exceptional.

“Yona!” Izuku’s eyes are wild with a mixture of fear, concern, and alarm. Shoto is right beside him, mismatched hues immediately sweeping the room for any dangers. It would be funny if it were any other situation except this one. Immediately, your whole body grows hot and your cheeks burn – in perfect synchronicity, the two hybrids inhale and their eyes narrow on you. Immediately afterwards, said eyes widen and they both erupt into a violent blush.

Izuku slaps a hand over his eyes, ears ramrod straight atop his head. His voice shakes slightly as he speaks. “I’m so sorry! Are-- are you okay though? I’m so sorry, we completely just--”

Shoto’s eyes are glued to the ceiling, head tilted back like he is beseeching the heavens for strength.

“We heard a bang and you yelling,” he says, voice thick and strained. His face is a few shades from the vibrancy of his hair. “Thought something happened… Sorry.”

“I just, uh… I jammed my fingers,” you fluster, shaking your fingers out. Your other hand flies to grab the towel when it begins to drop. “Sorry for alarming you. It just, um, really hurt. Yeah.”

Silence accompanies the steam beginning to fill the room, an odd tension weaving between the three of you. After a few beats, Shoto swallows and grips Izuku by the shirt sleeve.

“Um, we will be going now. Try not to jam them again. Sorry.”

He then turns on his heel in a single motion, not a glance spared your way, and power-walks out of the room with his smaller companion in tow. Izuku stumbles, hand still covering his eyes.

“Sorry again! Sorry!”

Your bedroom door slams shut, announcing their departure from your quarters.

Well, if you weren’t lightheaded from the heat before then you certainly are now.

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Masterlist.

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Just A Kiss, Nothing Else: Johan x Male Reader.

Johan Seong x Female Reader Headcanon.

YN! Johan Seong and YN! Daniel Park Headcanons: Gender Neutral Reader

Them Reacting you to Calling them Pretty, with a Gender Neutral Reader.

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Sudden Love: Jay Hong x GN Reader.

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Xiaolong Dating Headcanons with a Female Reader.

Our Little Secret: Daniel Park x Female Reader.

Dating Diego Kang headcanons: Diego Kang x Female Reader.

Xiaolong x GN Reader Headcanons: What's okay and not okay with him.

Yandere Sinu Han Headcanons with a GN Reader.

My Type: Y!Jake Kim x GN Reader.

No: Y!Eugene x GN Reader.

No Matter What, You Belong To Me: Y!Daniel Park x GN Reader.

A Ruined First Date: Xiaolong x Female Reader.

If Only...: Diego Kang x Female Reader.

Dating Kwak Jichang Headcanons: GN Reader.

It's Cold: Gun Park x Female Reader.

Dating Headcanons: Jake Kim and JIhan Kwak x GN Reader (separate).

Dating Them Headcanons: Hudson Ahn and Diego Kang (James Lee) x GN Reader.

Them Finding You Wearing Their Shirt: Female Reader.

On A Date With Them: Female Reader.

How They Would React When You Received A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: Female Reader.

How They Would React To Their Chubby S/O Being Insecure Headcanons: GN Reader.

They Get Jealous After Meeting Your Ex: Female Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

Dating Kwak Jibeom Headcanons: GN Reader.

Viral Hit/How To Fight.

Viral Hit Men Headcanon: What's it like dating them: Hobin Yu, Wangguk Han, Taehun Seong, Yeonu Ji, Mangi Lee, Munseong Kim, Hyeonsong Lee and etc.

Meant To Be: Taehun Seong x Female Reader.

Made For Each Other: YN!Taehun Seong x YN!GN Reader.

How Would They React When You Receive A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number. GN Reader.

Gaeul Dating a Transgender (FTM) Reader Headcanons.

Taehun Seong x Sick GN Reader.

Let Me Take Care of You: Yeonu Ji x GN Reader.

Them Dating A Beauty and Fashion Newtuber: GN Reader.

Love me? Duh?: Taehun Seong x GN Reader

Haikyuu!!

Aoba Johsai x Gender Neutral: Manager Stories: 1,

Questism/Quest Supremacy.

Sick Day: Hajun Gu x GN Reader.

Study Date: Jaeha Han x Female Reader.

Captivating: Haru Seong x GN Reader.

I Love You: Seok Kang x GN Reader.

Dating the Top Dogs Headcanons (Seperate): Suhyeon Kim, Seok Kang, Jaeha Han x GN Reader.

My Lo- I mean Best Friend: Hajun Gu x Female Reader.

Dating Haru Seong Headcanons: GN Reader.

Dating Ryu SIkyung Headcanons: Male Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

My Type of Woman: All Gangbuk Leaders x Female Reader

YOU CAN FIGHT?!?!: Haru Seong x Male Reader

Get Schooled.

Nothing in here yet.

Manager Kim.

Nothing in here yet.

The Remarried Empress.

Please... Stay...: Sovieshu x Male Reader.

How They Would React to Navier Taking of a Child Headcanons: Female Child Reader.

Men of the Harem.

Nothing in here yet.

Miraculous Ladybug.

Nothing in here yet.

Jujutsu Kaisen.

Nothing in here yet.

Black Clover.

Nothing in here yet.

Sk8 the Infinity.

Nothing in here yet.

Fairy Tail.

Nothing in here yet.

Yandere Simulator.

Unlikely Relationship: Delinquents x Male Reader.

The Rising of the Shield Hero.

Nothing in here yet.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Coffee Jelly Lovers: Saiki Kusuo x Male Reader.

Toritsuka with an equally dirty minded girlfriend: Toritsuka Reita x Female Reader.

Just Like You: Saiki Kusuo x Female Reader.

A Tease: Kaidou Shun x Male Reader.

Gakuen Babysitters.

Gakuen Babysitters Headcanon: Female Reader.

My Hero Academia

Nothing in here yet.

Marry My Husband.

Sweet Love: Eunho Baek x Male Reader.

Maybe, In Another Life: Yoo Ji Hyuk x GN Reader.

Welcome Home

Nothing in here yet.

IRL Quest/Reality Quest

A Friend? Or.. Something More?: Han Eun-Sung x Female Reader.

Dating Han Eun-Sung Headcanons: GN Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

Into/Across the Spider-Verse.

Nothing in here yet.

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realifezompire · 10 months

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#the mortifying ordeal of knowing yourself #khr #es21 #bnha #mha #dekubowl #all/27 #all/sena #harem relationships #shipping #katekyo hitman reborn!#eyeshield 21 #my hero acedamia #boku no hero acedamia #manga #cinnamon roll characters #anime #meme

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Yandere Villain Deku Wife AU | The Missing Chapter

I've just now realized I never uploaded this part to the masterlist or anywhere on my blog

I'm so sorry

This part actually explains what the heck is going on

For those who are curious about the series its Masterlist is here

🖤🖤🖤🖤

The next morning walking into the board meeting room of the "Alternative Heroes Association" was like stepping on an execution block. The hostile atmosphere was perpetuated by the heavy hitters in the room the infamous Deku-the green powerhouse of the underworld and Shoto Todoroki rumored active Villain and well known arms/security dealer. Aoyama and the rest of the gang walked in all that could be seen were the glowing emerald eyes glaring through the mask at the stone-faced Shoto Todoroki. It was clear things had gone down and were obviously not at all resolved. The round-table lecture style room was covered in dagger-icicles and man sized holes in the wall. Aoyama could feel the tension teeming off of then both; it was like having two aggressive dogs just egging each other on. "Alright. Now let's talk about the scheduled heist of the Genesis arena." "I already secured a locksmith and I 'borrowed' some detonators from the heroes vault." "Borrowed? Are you sure that's the right word? It's more like stealing, isn't it?" "….yeah but I didn't steal anyon-" Deku pressed, "You were moving in on a turf you really didn't need to, right?" "It isnt some random turf that I moved in on! I haven't even done anything, yet!" "Yet! You were always just so jealous-" "Oooohkay I think it'd be just sparkling if we all took half the day off right!?" Quickly ushering the confused occupants out the door he turned to them mouthing a 'get it together, you two' before enticing everyone to some food at a buffet. The two glared as the room's silence swelled. Todoroki decided to break the silence first. "I was jealous but I'm not anymore-" "Don't lie to yourself." "…ok..maybe I am a little-" "I knew it! You're still head over heels for me and you think buying my wife off with those comics will worm your way back into my heart!" "-jealous of you." "Wait, what?" "That wasn't my intention. I'm well aware you have plenty of unchecked feelings for me." "WHAT! No! I don't!" Izuku was glad he had his mask on him otherwise the redness in his cheeks would have given him away. But it didn't seem that mattered because Shoto smirked smugly continuing. "I'm well aware of my feelings it's a matter of you realizing yours." "So what!? I break up with my wife, you get with her, and you both live happily ever after while I'm chasing you but it's all in vain and quite poetic that now I'm chasing you-" "No! You completely misunderstand me. The last thing I want is for you two to break up. In fact-" He closed in on the villain mindlessly unclasping his mask moving it up to hold those freckled cheeks in his cold and warm hands.

"I want nothing more for all of us to stay together." "Y-youre suggesting we-?" "Yes." "But (Y/ n) would never agree to it." "We'll make her then. I'm Todoroki Shoto, I get what I want one way or another."

Bonus: "Achoo!" "Bless you." "Thanks, so you were saying something about this case you were studying." "Yes I was hoping you could tell me where your husband was during this incident?"

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cartoonfuel · 2 years

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Cookie Dough Ice Cream — Chapter 1

First Post (includes actual writing lol) — Multifandom x Reader/Reverse Harem

BEFORE YOU READ: I have some explaining to do. 🥴

So my buddy @lou-struck and I created harems for each made up of anime characters from literally aaaaalllll over the board (at random!). For my Ouran High School Host Club fans out there: You may get a kick outta this!

@lou-struck’s harem includes:

Tooru Oikawa - Haikyuu!! (Playing the Perfect/Princely One)

Edward Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (Tsundere)

Shoto Todoroki - My Hero Academia (Strong Silent Type)

Ayato Sakamaki - Diabolik Lovers…unfortunately (Badass)

Armin Arlert - Attack on Titan (Best Friend)

Denki Kaminari - My Hero Academia (Pervert)

Zenitsu Agatsuma - Demon Slayer (Comedian/Comedic Relief)

Kusuo Saiki - The Disastrous Life of Saiki K (Enemy…I’d be terrified if I were @lou-struck)

Pretty loaded roster, amiright? >:D

Please note that this is purely FOR FUN and nowhere near as detailed as my typical projects. But…it definitely has a lot of personality! 🫠

** Written in active voice second person POV (I usually do not write using active voice).

And uhh…college au was literally the only way to make this work lol

If all that makes sense…then let’s begin Chapter One. Enjoy!

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Cookie Dough Ice Cream — Chapter 1

Word Count: 1K

TW: None

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Every Tuesday after class, you and your best friend Armin go to get ice cream together at the local Baskin-Robbins. You catch up, talk about your week, complain about the people in your social circle. Sure, it’s a little bit toxic, but it’s harmless for the most part.

“The guy won’t leave me alone,” you explain to Armin after shoving a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth. “I don’t know what to do anymore!”

Armin sighs. “You have to stop leading him on.”

“But I swear I’m not!”

“You have to tell him to his face that’s he’s not welcome—no tiptoeing around it.”

“Are you actually Armin in there? Or did a ghost possess you?”

“I’m being serious! This guy’s trouble and you know it and now I’m starting to get concerned.”

You collapse face-first onto the table and sigh. “I know…” You pause. “I mean, he’s just a creep more than anything.”

“A strong attractive creep that everyone seems to like despite the weird aura he gives off.” Armin crosses his arms. “I still can’t get over the time he sniffed the back of your neck.”

“Can we not talk about that please?” You try to hide your blush though fail miserably. Suddenly, your eyes go big. “You think he’s a vampire?!”

“Ayato Sakamaki is not a vampire,” Armin replies, clearly used to the silly conclusions you would often jump to.

“A girl can dream, can’t she?”

“You girls always fantasize about that stuff. I don’t get it.”

“Eh, we may think we like that stuff but it’s probably pretty scary in real life.”

“Speaking from experience, are you?”

“Definitely not, and thank god for that.”

All of a sudden, Armin’s eyes widen for just a moment, peaking your interest. You hesitate to glance over your shoulder and determine what it was that distracted your friend.

“Don’t look now,” he says quietly. “Your boyfriend is here.”

You knew exactly what he meant by that. “Oh? You mean the delusional college volleyball player who misunderstands the undeniable fact that I am not his girlfriend?”

Out of nowhere, a powerful hand clamps down on your shoulder and startles you. “Look who it is! Good to see you! Seems like Baskin-Robbins is the place to be, eh?”

“Unfortunately,” you growl, turning and glaring at the man standing above you.

“Yikes! What’s with the nasty scowl?”

“You’re interrupting my ice cream date, Oikawa.”

Tooru Oikawa. He’s not the worst scum bag on the planet, but definitely one you didn’t want to get involved with. The way girls would drool all over him always bothered you. However, part of you wondered what was actually going on inside that fat head of his as you never shot down the possibility of his arrogant attitude simply being a front.

“Oh, well my sincerest apologies!” He leaned towards you, now resting his hands on the back of your seat. “It won’t happen again, honest! Because next time, it’ll be our own little outing.” The hairs on your arms stood up. “Can’t interrupt a date you’re already on, can you?”

You roll your eyes. “If that’s your way of asking me out—for the sixth time this month—it’s a bit aggressive, don’t you think?”

“Aggressive is the only way I play, honey!” Armin started chuckling. Oikawa turned to look at him. “What’s so funny?”

“Aggressive?” Armin replied. “More like desperate. But I’ll be nice and assume you meant you play aggressively on the court and not in the dating world.”

Oikawa gave you some room to breathe, pulling up a chair next to you and your best friend. “Listen, I could have any girl I want. HOWEVER! I realize how special your friend is.”

Armin shrugged. “Well, you’re not wrong. She is pretty damn special. Which is exactly why you aren’t good enough for her. Don’t you have some lame sport to go play?”

Now it was your turn to notice some idiot wandering into the ice cream shop. This time, it was your mortal enemy: Kusuo Saiki. Realizing he was here, you immediately stood up and got your things together.

“Whoa, everything okay?” Oikawa asked you.

“Nope!” You said in a hurry. “Gotta go. Armin, I’ll fill you in later.”

However, in order to leave the Baskin-Robbins, you’d have to pass by Saiki, currently standing in line for his ice cream. You desperately hoped being fast alone would be enough for him to ignore you.

“Oh,” Saiki said as soon as he saw you. “Just my luck. Thought I’d get to catch a break for once and be able to enjoy Baskin-Robbins’ new coffee jelly flavored ice cream in peace.”

You started to panic. “And you will! I was just on my way out.”

The scariest part was, you knew Kusuo Saiki was a psychic. You were one of the few people who did, and the day you found out his secret was hands down the worst day of his life—and you’re sure he’s had a lot of worst days! That day is probably why he has such a strong distaste towards you. You’re afraid in the future he might internally explode from all the turmoil he deals with on a daily basis and possibly take it out on you.

“Stop acting so terrified, I’m not going to hurt you,” Saiki snapped.

“You could,” you chuckled anxiously. “Really, I was leaving, so I’ll see you around! You don’t need to worry about seeing this ugly mass of bones and muscle! Bye!”

And with that, you darted out of the shop, leaving Saiki to silently pray that you never discover the true reason as to why he passionately hates your guts so much.

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Alright! So that showcases SOME of the fandoms I’m familiar with at least. Bro, I’m scared for MY harem…pretty sure that consisted of Light Yagami (yikes already), Mikey from Tokyo Revengers, Kyo (Fruits Basket), Katsuki Bakugou…yeah, I’m dead.

Anyway, thanks for reading! This was a fun concept to carry out and I look forward to updating it sometime soon.

Oh! And I’ll add this to my welcome post, but it is worth noting I actually am a volleyball coach/player. So any Haikyuu I write…I try to make fairly accurate! ☺️ Again, thanks for reading and see ya later!

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