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maliciouslove · 11 months

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𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ pairing ɞ scumbag villain!izuku midoriya x morally corrupt hero!reader

ʚ word count ɞ 2.7k

ʚ summary ɞ izuku grew up with all power taken from him, so he became the type of person that enjoys making others feel powerless. nothing feeds his ego more than a cute girl crumbling under his touch and feeling powerless to stop him from sliding his hands all over her body in the packed train. until he meets you—a peculiar, equally fucked in the head girl that actually enjoyed the things he was doing to her. enjoyed the thrill of almost being caught. enjoyed having power taken from her. a debauched, morally corrupt hero in disguise.

ʚ tags ɞ frotteurism (fetish for groping people in crowded places), tw dubcon, tw noncon, tw sexual assault, tw sexual harassment, tw exhibitionism, tw power imbalance, pussy job, public sex, creampie, cw degradation, use of “whore” once

Just like any other child, Izuku Midoriya grew up wanting to be a hero, however, despite his aspirations, the boy never manifested a quirk. Still, he never gave up and never lost hope—that is, until he failed the UA entrance exam and was brutally made fun of by everyone else.

“Look at this loser, thinking he could pass the exam without an actual quirk, what a joke.”

“Jokes are funny, this guy is absolutely pathetic. Go home kid, become a policeman or fireman instead, leave the hero work for those with quirks.”

“Maybe if you take a swan dive off a roof, you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

Some heroes they were going to be.

And that was when his mind started getting corrupt. Izuku went down a different, darker path than the one he had envisioned as a child. He mixed with the wrong people and little by little he shed off his hero dream, discarding it alongside his morals, being perfectly content being a scumbag villain instead.

All power was stripped away from him once the world learned he was quirkless, so he sought ways to make others feel even more powerless than he did. Nothing stroked his ego more than making cute girls squirm and crumble under his touch in paralyzing fear, as his hands wandered over their bodies on a packed train. He enjoyed the way their eyes would shut tightly as if to avoid confronting the reality of their own powerlessness in the situation. The way their bodies stiffened the moment he leaned in closer to take a whiff of their perfume.

Why aren’t you saying anything, pretty girl? You have a quirk, don’t you? That already makes you more qualified than me to be a hero. So why are you letting me touch you? Why are you keeping your eyes shut? Why are you giving me so much power?

Every little squirm, every hitch of their breath, every shake of their hands, and the way they would hope somebody would notice—it made Izuku feel powerful.

Do you know why you’re weaker than even me, sweetheart? Because you’re waiting for someone else to save you, you’re waiting for a hero.

That’s how his days went by—hop on the train, find the weakest target, the insecure girls, the quiet ones, the ones whose eyes still sparkled with hope that a big strong hero will always be there to protect them. Once he found his victim, he moved in, ready to prove them wrong—show them how little heroes actually care. Towering over them, he would stare down their cleavage, letting his imagination run wild as his hands slide up the side of their hip. An accidental grind against their ass, a swift trace of his index finger down the inside of their thigh. His ministrations would make his targets shrink even further, the thrill of being found out feeding his power hunger further and making his cock painfully hard in the confinement of his slacks.

It became routine until he was able to pick out the perfect targets with a single glance, until he was able to predict what each girl would do and how everything would play out. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to find someone equally as debauched as him one day.

With your car being in the repair shop for the next week, you had started using public transport to get to work. That of course meant having to travel during peak hours, more often than not finding yourself pressed against strangers, sometimes absolute creeps, and yet some very dark and hidden part of you enjoyed that, the unwanted attention making you buzz with excitement.

And today was no different—you found yourself pushed in the very corner of the train car facing away from the other passengers. A large green-haired man stood right behind you, muscular arm holding onto the ceiling rail as his entire body loomed over your much smaller one.

The train was fully packed and everyone was minding their business— some sleeping, some listening to music, and others glued to their phones. Yet, the man behind you seemed to focus all his attention on you. You could feel his gaze travel down your nape, studying the curvature of your spine, eyes moving downwards to your ass and legs. It felt like prickles on your skin, like an invisible hand stripping you of all your clothes and the thought made you rub your thighs together.

The lack of space forced you both to stand very close to each other, the motions of the train pushing you into his chest every so often. You could tell he was using every opportunity to smell your hair, craning his neck downwards to also look down your shirt. You wonder if he could see what color your bra was, if he could see the lace poking out from under the collar of your shirt.

The train changed tracks again and you found yourself pressed against his chest once more. This time his large hand found purchase on your hip, thumb gently stroking the bit of skin that was showing above the hem of your skirt. In the reflection of the window, you see his green eyes staring into yours, full of lust and hunger. His aura threatening to consume you entirely and for a second, your body filling with fear, a heavy feeling settling in your chest.

You look away, quickly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest and you fear he can hear it, taste the blood that’s currently coursing through your veins.

The train shifts and you can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, his fingers on your hip tightening their grip. Your body feels paralyzed under his touch.

But not by fear.

Excitement.

You let your body be swayed by the motion of the train, making sure to circle your ass back onto his cock, licking your lips and buzzing with pleasure when your skirt hitches on his bulge, lifting and revealing part of your panties. You take a swift look around to see if anyone is looking your way, but as usual, everyone is consumed in their own thoughts, too absorbed by their own miserable existence to notice anything else.

You’re dragged out of your momentary haze by his breath on your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing there, sweetheart, has your mommy not taught you any better?”

His voice is deep, feigning concern for you while his eyes ooze vile lust and need for control. His presence devours you, it feels like sludge covering you from head to toe, sliding down your throat and filling your lungs with dread, making you unable to talk, unable to even look him in the eye.

His hands move down your hips, hiking your skirt up even further, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. Your clit is throbbing with anticipation so perfectly masked as fear. For Izuku, your heightened pulse meant paralyzing fear, but only you knew the truth about how this made your blood boil in excitement. How much you wanted him to slide his hands between your legs, to fucking take you right then and there, amidst the people that could see the pleasure blooming on your face any second now.

You faintly hear the unzipping of his slacks and feel the warmth of his cock on your bare skin—it’s thick and heavy against your ass cheek, smearing pre on your skin and panties. You’re feeling dizzy, body going limp in his strong arms as his hand sneaks around your waist and cups your pussy under the frills of your skirt.

For a brief moment, his movements pause as his mind processes what he’s feeling—you’re soaking wet, panties completely drenched, arousal practically dripping down your thighs. He was used to women’s bodies reluctantly reacting to him, but this was rather different. His eyes dart forward, inspecting your features more closely now—your heart was erratic, but not because of crippling fear. He leans in, noticing how blown your pupils are, consuming all the color in your eyes. Lips parted and chest heaving, he finally finds the piece of the puzzle that seemed to be missing, the explanation behind the odd feeling of being unable to predict what his prey will do next—your eyes had the same fragmented madness behind them.

You were just as sick as he was.

Without a second of hesitation, the hand that’s cupping your sex moves your panties to the side, thick and calloused fingers running through your wet folds, spreading your arousal and circling around your clit with tender motions.

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it—your skin is on fire and your insides are melting under this stranger's touch. You close your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself while the hand on your hip travels up your sides to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipples over the fabric. The green-haired man’s breath is almost as erratic as yours, his hard and leaking cock evidence of how turned on he was by your compliance, by the fact you were actually enjoying being used like this in public.

His cock now rubs between your thighs, his hot skin meeting your sticky one, and your insides beginning to knot just by the thought. You’re letting a complete stranger get off on you. You secretly hope that someone else on the train has noticed and is maybe even enjoying the show.

Your insides are aching for relief so you push yourself against his cock, the mushroom tip spreading and gliding between your folds, clit rubbing against the veins on his shaft.

Holding yourself with one hand by the ceiling rail and slightly lifting yourself onto your tiptoes, feeling the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. Biting your lip you sink back onto his cock, taking two inches past your entrance, grazing your soft walls. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you experience every sensation trifold, makes you want to shamelessly grind against him and moan in ecstasy, but you are in public, therefore you compose yourself and relish in the slow feeling of being filled up by this man.

Izuku’s hand grips your waist harder, fucking himself into your tight, greedy cunt, feeling himself being sucked in by your plush walls. You are practically dripping onto his cock, the natural lubrication allowing him to smoothly fully sheathe himself inside you, putting his other hand over your mouth to prevent to moan that was about to escape your lips.

He holds you there, flush against him, the tip of his cock pressing against the deepest, most delicious spot inside you, subtle hip movements rocking you back and forth, the slow motion allowing him to massage that sweet spot he currently finds himself pressed against.

His eyes briefly scan the train cart, confirming that every passenger is still oblivious to what’s going on, continuing to push you off his thick cock, only to slide back in, softly, as though not to make a sound.

He’s big in every sense. His large frame hiding you from any onlookers, big hands easily maneuvering you onto his fat cock, splitting you open and pushing through the resistance of your tight hole. Your body jolts as he stretches you out almost painfully, but every time he thrusts inside you, you see stars in your vision from how deep he was.

You feel snug and warm around Izuku’s cock and he could stay buried inside you forever. He’s never met anyone this fucked up who would let him use them for his own pleasure. In a fully packed train nonetheless. You were sick and twisted just like Izuku, making him relish in the feeling, sensing that you’re not going to cause a scene and opting to let go of your waist in favor of sliding his hand down the front of your pelvis and playing with your puffy clit.

The moment he started drawing soft circles around your sensitive nub he felt your knees give in and your insides clench. God, you were going to come undone for him.

He watches your eyebrows pinch together as you bite your lip, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts. You look so pretty, trying to keep your pleasure hidden, but shamelessly moving your hips to match his own.

For the first time during this train ride, you look into his eyes and maintain eye contact instead of shyly breaking it off. There is pure sin set ablaze in your eyes, a lustful need, a burning desire that he feels he needs to quench. Just your eyes alone could make Izuku cum on the spot, seductive and debauched, deprived and full of the same madness as his own.

Your eyes beg him, so he obeys.

With one final, rather harsh thrust Izuku buries himself to the hilt, emptying his load deep inside your gummy walls, spurting thick white ropes of cum while nuzzling his face in your neck—committing your scent to memory.

The train slows down as it approaches the next stop and the strange man gently pulls out. Your hands quickly fix your panties and skirt, hiding any evidence of his ministrations. His load slowly trickles down, soiling your panties, and yet the feeling brings you nothing but joy, as if you were currently on cloud nine.

The train comes to a halt, an alarm signaling the opening of the doors blares out.

The mass of people began leaving the train, the tall green-haired man seamlessly blending into the crowd and disappearing.

Avoiding eye contact and swiftly walking past clusters of people, Izuku was assured he was out of danger, turning around the corne—

“Where do you think you’re going, handsome?” You cut off his path and look into his eyes, a smile that didn’t reach your eyes plastered on your lips. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Aw, I don’t think anyone’s ever come for seconds before.” Izuku places his hands in his pockets, giving you a smug smile and shamelessly tracing every curve of your body with his eyes, imagining what you look like without all those pesky clothes on.

“Aw, you know, you’re kinda cute, Izuku Midoriya,” The green-haired man's smile faltered. From the inside pocket of your jacket you pull out a card that he immediately recognizes. A card he was destined to never ever obtain. “Too bad I’m gonna have to arrest you.”

Before his mind could assimilate, you had easily pushed him against the wall with his hands behind his back, placing handcuffs on his wrists.

“Y-You can’t arrest me, you whore, you literally let me fuck you, what kind of hero are you?” He spits out in shock, words laced with venom, growling in attempting to shake you off, even though panic rises in his throat like bile. “You’re no fucking hero, you’re just like me.”

“Mm, I probably am… but see, I have a quirk so I can get away with being a morally corrupt hero.” The words spoken in a sickly sweet voice rang in his ears, deafening, despite being whispered, meant only for his ears to hear.

Izuku opens his mouth to argue, to threaten to expose you, but you shush him with an index finger over his lips.

“Don’t bother, who do you think they are going to believe? A pro-hero with a quirk and a squeaky clean record, or a quirkless scumbag that we have hundreds of reports on for sexual harassment and assault?”

With no affection or remorse you yank him by the hair and lick the shell of his ear.

“I had fun, Izuku. Find me when you get out of jail.” You place a final feather light kiss to his cheek and lead him through the crowds to bring him into the nearest precinct.

No man would ever make you feel as alive and exhilarated as he did, the memory of what you did being something you often revisit when you get yourself off late into the night after patrol, thinking of his villainous green eyes, while your words would haunt Izuku and play on a loop each night as he plotted ways to find you once he had served his time.

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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COMING HOME INJURED

You had some hero work to do and you had to take care of some villains. You got yourself injured pretty bad and you have no idea what's in store after you come home. Jump RIGHT in to see how your yanderes would react to you getting injured

Bakugou: Blood poured from your lip and dribbled down your chin and you felt like you had broken a dew ribs. You pushed open the front door, almost ready to faint inside when you suddenly heard an angry voice thundering at you from the kitchen

''Y/N, where the HELL have you been?'' yelled Bakugou angrily. You didn't bother answering him at first since you kind of felt dizzy and you had to sit on the sofa to regain a bit of your consciousness, but you thought that a little nap wouldn't hurt either

Katsuki looked how badly you were beat up, body littered in bruises, blood gushing from different parts of your body as you struggled to keep your eyes open, you looked like you were dead on your feet

His teeth grinded as he struggled to caress your cheek as tenderly as possible. Hot, fiery rage lit up the pit of his stomach, almost travelling to his hands before he stopped himself from exploding just next to your face

He was beyond PISSED, he was LIVID and FURIOUS at YOU for getting into this mess at the man who thought he could live after doing such a thing. And angry at himself for never trusting his gut and locking you away for good to keep you safe and protect you

"I'll kill whoever did this to you! I swear, even if it takes me my life''

Becomes REALLY clingy to you after this incident and soon kidnaps you (no surprises there)

Shoto: He could only watch horrified and looking shell shocked, like a fish out of water as you stumbled in with a black eye and limped with an almost fractured leg

Went INSANE with worry as soon as he saw you in this state

After five minutes of him checking every inch of your body for more damage, he finally leaves and returns with a cup of steaming something

He looks like Satan spawn as he asks you, ''Who. did . THIS!?''

''No worries, the pros have already arrested him'' you replied calmly slightly wincing at the pain

This precious bby makes sure to massage you and makes you feel comfy and safe. He tries to make your pain go away

"Okay. Fine. I'll let it go. But please be more careful next time."

That night, he glares at the ceiling, unable to sleep thinking about that no good scumbag who hurt the love of his life (aka YOU)

With his amount of money and fame, he quickly made a small visit to the place where the villain was detained. He bribed the people there and threatened them not to say anything as he murdered the villain who hurt you and threw his remains over a bridge into a gushing river. When he finally returned home, you didn't even stir once as he showered off the scumbag's touch and returned to his place in your arms with dripping hair

"Shh, go back to sleep, YN." And you did, ever so safe with Todoroki at your side Because with him, nobody would dare to hurt you again

Deku: The second you walk through the door, Deku's at your side, ushering you into the bathroom. With a washcloth, he wipes the dirt from your face and neck, stopping every few seconds to stare at the finger-shaped bruises on the skin

"I should have been there, YN." His teeth grit in frustration and his hands ball up into fists. "I should have kept you safe."

Starts mumbling how useless he is and how its all his fault for not protecting you and what a failure of a hero he is (aww... poor baby)

You assure him that it isn't HIS fault and tell him everything will be all right. "You're wrong, YN. I should have been there. It's my responsibility to keep you safe."

After he finishes treating your wounds, he makes your favorite food and he cuddles you to sleep, slowly stroking your hair as he whispers praises in your ear for being so brave, but part of him inclined him to kidnap you so you won't have to get hurt like this ever again

Soon, like Todoroki, he quickly got rid of that villain who hurt you so badly and started making preparations of your new lives together as he watched you sleep in bliss, humming peacefully.....

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha characters #yandere bnha characters x reader #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki x reader #yandere katsuki bakugou oneshots #yandere katsuki bakugou imagines #yandere katsuki bakugou scenarios #yandere katsuki bakugou headcanons #yandere shoto todoroki scenarios #yandere shoto todoroki oneshots #yandere shoto todoroki imagines #yandere shoto todoroki x reader #yandere deku scenarios #yandere deku headcanons #yandere deku imagines #yandere deku x reader

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marsssbarrrr · 1 year

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League of Villians Boys x All-Mights Daughter Reader Headcannons

yes i thought of these while rewatching season 6 shhhhh

SEASON 6 SPOILERS

Shigaraki

the two of you absolutely met while he was trying to kill you

he showed up at your apartment in the middle of the night and had you against the wall, four fingers on your face

you caught him off-guard when you smiled

“do it.”

“excuse me?”

“you heard me. do it. got nothing left to live for anyways.”

he just kinda recruited you after that

you’re quirkless but you’re good with all that techy shit

you’re able to hack into UA’s defenses and get them info that wouldn’t be available to them otherwise

he just kinda falls for you at some point

and you always kinda liked him

things move pretty slow, but he’s very possessive

you don’t realize this until about a month in

you were walking late at night when a group of guys tried to jump you

he was watching you and dusted them before you could even get a word in

bottom line, he loves you and he would do anything if it means protecting you from scumbags and heroes

anything.

Dabi

you met when you were kids

your dad was unintentionally neglectful, and he’d dragged you to some hero convention

endeavor dragged touya too

you were roughly 16, he was 17

you snuck off with him onto some secluded balcony to smoke some weed and you both just sat there

maybe you vented to each other, maybe you sat in silence

one thing stays the same though: neither of you were your father’s successors anymore, neither of you the star pupils

when he went missing, you really didn’t think anything of it. you weren’t close, but you still hoped he’d be okay

you met again years later, 21 and 22

a league member and the number one hero’s daughter

he found you in a subway, you were on your way home from a college class

when you got together, he kept you secret from the league

toga could absolutely tell something was up though

the league ended up on the run after a while, touya was always out trying to recruit people

that’s what the league thought anyway

in reality, he spent a majority of his time with you

after a while, after all for one took over shigaraki’s body, you touya didn’t visit anymore

you you found them during spinner’s very moving speech

everyone’s heads whipped toward you.

shit, all might’s daughter. they were screwed

“what’re you doing here, doll face?”

“making sure you aren’t dead.”

everyone was mildly confused and felt a little betrayed at first

eventually, they accepted you

but only after you killed that eavesdropping hero

dabi isn’t exactly possessive, per say

he just wants you safe

he knows what it’s like to have someone be overbearing, after all

he loves you, you love him

secretly, he loves that he corrupted the former number one hero’s daughter

what a slap in the face to society, right?

Compress

he saved your ass from being mugged

absolutely he did you can’t change my mind

you admired him for a while after that

your dad was confused when you became more closed off, but he didn’t really have the time to worry

he was more focused on deku. always was

neglectful parents, am i right?

compress saw how much it hurt and comforted you

you left to join the league and be with him

they accepted you with open arms

compress is all about PDA

he holds your hand, hugs you, peppers your face with kisses

when bakugo was kidnapped, he yelled at you specifically

how the hell could the number one hero’s daughter betray society like that?

compress held you that night

he’s just so doting

he steals you expensive things, usually jewelry

he just wants his princess to have everything she deserves

one night, up on the roof of that run-down shack the league was holed up in, i press found you

“what’s wrong, love?”

“…my dad. he reached out.”

you’d been gone for months

he’d only just realized you were gone

what a stand-up father.

compress sat beside you all night up on that roof

he just wants his girl to be alright

Spinner

you were the first person to look at him like he was just any other person

because of his past, that hit him hard

he was hooked fast

you weren’t willing to leave and join the league

but you bonded over your fondness for stain’s ideology

you’d both experienced first-hand how fucked society was, after all

he’s not big on pda, but in private?

he’s all over you

he hugs you from behind while you’re cooking, holds you close to him while watching things on the tv

“that smells amazing, hon.”

“i know, it’s your favorite.”

you love the shit out of him

you hold him when he’s going through touch shit, and he does the same

it hit you hard when he stopped coming around

they were on the run, not much you could do about that

still hurt, though

he somehow still finds the time to leave you gifts and notes while you’re sleeping

he can never bring himself to wake you

after all this time, even after being evacuated to UA, you still love the stupid fucker

no matter how much time you spend apart

#my hero acedamia #my hero x reader #mha headcanons #mha x reader #dabi x reader #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #spinner x reader #compress x reader #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction

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anti-katsuki-lounge · 1 year

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For me - Katsuki is a blight on MHA. Literally even Endeavor is more enjoyable to read because his victims are allowed to hate him and he's getting karmic retribution in the form of Dabi.

Katsuki on the other hand, is useless to the plot and annoying to read.

He gets fake out death after fake out death to build fake tension. Says shit like "I'll kill you!" to his teammates rather than the enemy (it's bad that he says it at all but he says it even to his teammates and friends... That's true scum.)

He hates saving people.

He is in the hero profession only for glory, to be the top dog and to crush his opponents.

He acts like a violent, bigoted (I haven't forgotten the quirkism) narcissist. - but he is loved by everyone despite logic saying he shouldn't be!

He blamed ALL MIGHT (his idol) for Izuku's low self worth rather than admitting his faults. (have I said already? - This character is infuriating, a manipulative scumbag!)

And had the BIGGEST karma Houdini ever in the 1A vs Izuku showdown and the awful apology that followed where Izuku was literally not allowed to speak only to stand there like a prop (like a DEKU) in Bakugou's "redemption." I'm going to hate seeing this animated...

In my honest opinion, I hate this. I hate him - I hate how he's grown like a cancer over what was meant to be (and marketed as) Izuku's story.

Izuku isn't allowed to grow nor even allowed to truly be happy with Bakugou right there ready to poop on his parade if he gets too proud of himself. (remember that headpiece ninja star scene after Izuku is proud of himself for black whip? Still angers me.)

I heard someone put what this story has turned into as "My Kacchan Academia" and that's right.

At the moment I just want to see how this shitshow ends because I've come this far - but I'm not happy with this story and haven't been in a while.

All of this. Especially that last line. I’m only interested in how it ends now rather than what’s happening at the current moment. What was once an interesting idea turned into a rushed product that loses its focus half the time.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #mha critical

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year

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Do you think Shoto feels genuine love towards his siblings? We know that he was kept apart from them his entire childhood to the point where he knows nothing about them and vice-versa. Natsu even makes a point of being angry at the fact that at 19 years old he just RECENTLY found out that Shoto's favorite food is soba. Side note, that scene is interesting to me because it takes place after the students moved into dorms meaning that Shoto made a point of going over and having dinner with his siblings. Since Natsu doesn't even know what kind of food Shoto likes we can assume that this is only a recent development where the there of them get together to eat dinner. Later on, when they're all eating together with Bakugou and Deku Shoto is surprised to find out that Natsu used to cook for them and asks if he ever ate his food before. Side note over. Back to the main point. When Natsu gets attacked by the white line villian he freaks out and rushes in to try and save him, but here's the thing Shoto is a hero is training. He reacted the same way when Bakugou was kidnapped and he'd probably act the same way even it wasn't his brother who was attacked. And after everything was said and done Shoto wasn't the one who comforted and checked on Natsu, it was Endeavor. As for Fuyumi I can't really say much about their interactions. I get the feeling that she's trying to act the part of a doting mother figure since their actual mother wasn't around. She trys to be supportive, but it just gives off the feeling of walking on eggshells because you're trying to act the part of a loving family with a person you know nothing about. Shoto himself doesn't act especially close to her either. He complies with her requests because I think he just wants to make her happy, not because its something he actively wants. And then we have Toya. Shoto was only five when Toya "died" and really the only prominent interaction we see is when Toya tried to kill him. As far as Shoto is concerned Toya is just a man that happens to share his blood, that's it. Yet he still feels compelled to stop Toya because he sees himself in him, and thinks that its his responsibility because no one else understands. But again, I feel like Shoto would react the same way even if it wasn't someone he was related to. Endeavor is a scumbag, he knows that. It wouldn't be too far of a stretch to assume that Endeavor has wronged ppl outside of his own family and now his 16 year old son is left to clean up his mess cuz that's what a true hero should do.

Hi Eiri, I hope you're doing well babe 😘 okay let's see.

Do I think Shouto loves his family members genuinely? Like a normal person would? Certainly.

Does he show it properly? Like a normal person does? Of course not, and here is why.

Shouto has been separated from his siblings most of his life, he knows no more about them than an acquaintance would, and vice versa.

Which is probably why neither one of them knows exactly how to behave around the other, and it's most likely the same reason why Shouto reacted to Natsuo's attack in the same way he did when Bakugo was kidnapped (I'm bringing back the examples you mentioned).

He loves his siblings dearly, there is no denying it, but he just doesn't know how to portrait it because he has never had the chance to do it when growing up, but he's learning, same as all of them, and I would like to think that the little instance of Natsuo finding out his brother's favorite food is the start of it.

#todoroki headcanons #todoroki siblings #todoroki shouto

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underratedmhapoll · 10 months

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It’s Sero propaganda time. Keeping in tune with my extremely early propaganda posts

For being in 1-A, Sero really tends to get undersold. He has done several incredible things, in canon, and that’s not even including the movies.

He can tell someone’s personality by how they tear his tape. Not even joking, he does this multiple times

He got a starring role against a villain in one of the movies and went ABSOLUTELY OFF on the fucker, there’s even a shot of his hero suit visor being broken and he is STILL GOING

He’s the main person to call out and prevent (little bitch)’s bullshit, and the first to tell him outright he’s a scumbag

We really need to appreciate the nonsense he went through in the summer camp’s training and how he was still willing to use his tape in the next week. You can see him screaming at the top of that hill after all

He did not deserve the comment he got in the sports festival and even mentioned that. Oh right, he also nearly WON AGAINST TODOROKI and only lost because the power of iceberg happened

This kid won the rescue race, because he’s so good with wack terrain he can just spiderman on through.

Oh right- also his hero idol is LITERALLY SPIDERMAN. THAT IS CANON, SPIDERMAN EXISTS. It’s not stated outright, but ‘web slinging hero from New York’ is.

His entire personality is amazing to me and reminds me of myself and therefore I have massive bias. Simultaneously chaotic and a peacekeeper, depending on the situation. We need more Sero screentime

One of the classroom scenes in the anime briefly shows him with normal elbows and I find that hilarious because people had to draw and check those frames and still missed the most important part of him for a solid seven to ten seconds

Deku stole the spiderman comparisons from him. Can this boy have nothing of his own?

#ask #anonymous #propaganda

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animereaderinsertwriter · 2 years

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Tags/Warnings: Bakugou/Reader, Angst interspersed with fluff and intimacy, ambiguous ending for the first work but will be resolved in a good ending in the second, reader has an empathy quirk, witch!reader, inspired by St. Trinian's (please go watch it, it needs more love!), institutional exploitation and abuse, first kiss, mentions/references of underage drinking, MINORS DNI

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Three days after the party, the press exploded with news of St. Angela's horrific educational practices. Bakugou, who knew the whole truth, surmised that (Y/N) had left out the bits about magic, but she came out with everything else and made a statement on the national news.

"No," she told one of the reporters, her face solemn and sure. "I'm not angry with my teachers, or even the school's administration. They were doing what they thought was best for us."

That was possibly the worst thing about the whole situation; (Y/N) almost seemed to think that she was the one in the wrong. Even on the news, her expression was sad, plaintive— it was as though she were asking forgiveness from some unseen, unknown party. Even Bakugou's mother noticed, commenting as she watched the story play out across the headlines.

"You'd think they'd fuckin' lock those scumbag teachers up instead of giving a microphone to that poor little peach," she said, crunching on a slice of cucumber. "Don't they have anything better to do than to terrorize that poor girl?"

Apparently not, and neither did Bakugou— the moment the news had reached him, he'd been steadily calling (Y/N), praying that she would pick up, though she never did. His calls went straight to voicemail, even after two days, and on the third day, his phone wouldn't call her number at all. On day four, when he'd finally given up hope of calling and had every intention of tracking her down personally, another story came on the news.

"Missing, huh," said Mitsuki, hands on her hips. "I bet the bastards got to her."

Bakugou whirled to look at her. "What do you mean by that?"

Mitsuki paused, her hands wrapped tightly around a coffee mug. When she looked at Bakugou, it was with an unreadable expression.

"I had a friend from that school once, much like yours," she replied, averting her eyes. "One night, she told me some things that I couldn't believe, and then she disappeared. When I saw her again, she was… different. Naturally, I asked her what happened, but she couldn't tell me; she opened her mouth, closed it back, and she cried. I'll never forget that look…"

She shivered. Bakugou was disquieted; he'd never seen his mother this affected by anything.

"Stay away from this, Katsuki," she warned him, looking away. "Usually, I'm all for heroics, but you may end up hurting your friend instead of helping. This is beyond the scope of anything you're qualified to deal with."

Bakugou had never thought his mother could be afraid of anything, but if he didn't know any better, he'd say she was terrified. For her to say anything to him preempting an unspoken, half-formed plan of his was highly unusual; Bakugou couldn't imagine a force on earth that could cow Bakugou Mitsuki, but if there was one, it would be the same one that could break (Y/N)'s spirit.

"Will they hurt her?" he found himself asking, feeling almost outside himself.

"Yes." His mother didn't hesitate. "But she'll survive. If you get involved… it's possible neither of you will."

Faced with a choice like that, Bakugou was stricken. What to do— act, and risk both his life and (Y/N)'s? Or give up and do nothing except hope for the best?"

For the first time in his life since The Deku Problem, Bakugou was unsure of what to do.

***

(Y/N) came to naked in an empty room, tied to a chair. She was almost certain she had been beaten badly— her body was sore and aching, more so than she had predicted she would be from withdrawal alone— but she didn't remember how it happened. Her throat was dry, and she wanted water, but she knew better than to call out and ask for any; there would be no sustenance for her now, not after what she had done.

"I had to do it," she said aloud, her body shaking with hunger, fatigue, and fever. "I had to, it was the right thing."

There was no answer; she had expected none. All she could do was hang her sorry head and cry, her body too dehydrated to produce anything but dry sobs.

"Pitiful," said a voice (Y/N) knew well. "I never pegged you for a crybaby."

(Y/N) jerked against her bonds, powerless thanks to the quirk inhibitor placed around her neck.

"Blair?" she asked, her voice like sandpaper on bark. "Blair, is that you?"

A hand touched her shoulder, and though (Y/N) was convinced she was hallucinating, she flinched at the contact. She didn't see anything, even a shadow, but she supposed that could be Blair's camouflage quirk at work if she truly was there.

"They beat you good," said possibly-imaginary-Blair. "I think your collarbone is broken, and possibly some ribs. Your right ankle doesn't look too hot either. Do you think you can stand?"

(Y/N) could barely see past the swelling of her eyes, but she nodded.

"Yeah, probably. It'll hurt, but I can."

"Okay. Let's get you out of here then."

Gentle hands untied the ropes that crossed (Y/N)'s body, and a few seconds later, the quirk inhibitor around her neck grew white-hot; once (Y/N) was done screaming hoarsely from the pain, she reached up and touched it to find that Blair had used her Transfiguration to turn it into a piece of rope, which she promptly cut off. (Y/N)'s throat throbbed where it had been burned, but it was worth the pain to be able to sense Blair's emotional presence once more, to truly know she was there, even if she hated (Y/N) for what she'd done— which, incidentally, she did.

"Come on," she said roughly, pulling at (Y/N)'s hand. "I can't hide you, so we'll have to be quick."

"Quick" was more difficult than (Y/N) had anticipated. She stumbled along as quickly as she could, but it was still several minutes of pain and humiliation until she limped to the nearest exit. In fact, it took all of her remaining strength to make it outside, and once she did, she collapsed, tears welling in her eyes from her agony.

"Get up," said Blair, dropping her camouflage. "You made it all the way here— you can make it a little further."

"I can't," she cried, gasping from the pain. "I can't."

Blair made a frustrated noise, and despite herself, (Y/N) flinched. As she did so, unbearable pain flared in her ribs, and, to make matters worse, (Y/N) sensed that Blair felt something between disgust and pity for her as (Y/N) wretched, dry-heaving past her tears.

"If you hate me so much," said (Y/N) between heaves, suddenly bitter, "If I am a creature that is worthy of such pity, then why don't you just kill me?"

"Because you were my friend," said Blair. "And because Sabrina would cry. I hate it when she cries."

Once (Y/N) was able, Blair helped her up and they walked down the street together until they reached an alley that hummed with magical energy. After entering the alley, the noise of the street quieted to a low hum, and (Y/N) found Sabrina kneeling in meditation, supplying the barrier runes around the alley with her strength.

"She's here," said Blair, crossing her arms. "That was my end of the deal."

Sabrina opened her eyes— big, shining eyes the color of cornflowers— and (Y/N) saw that they were wet.

"Thank you," said Sabrina, her voice and manner stiff. "You can leave now, if you want."

In Sabrina, (Y/N) sensed no judgement, only sadness, and she thought that just might be even harder to bear than Blair's pity and disgust.

"I'll stay," said Blair. "I'm not one to abandon my friends, unlike some people we know."

Anger spiked in Sabrina, but she showed no outward sign of it. She only gave (Y/N) an opened water bottle and pulled a salve from her pouch, bidding her friend to sit.

"This should help with the inflammation," she said, tenderly rubbing the salve first on (Y/N)'s eyes, then her torso. "You'll need an ambulance once I'm finished, but you'll heal more quickly with this."

"Why?" (Y/N) croaked, unable to comprehend such undeserved kindness. "Why are you doing this?"

Sabrina paused for a moment, glancing at Blair, then met (Y/N)'s eyes with a sad surety.

"Because we love you," she replied. "Because you've been punished enough, and truth be told, we couldn't bear it if they Sealed you. You're the most powerful sorceress of our generation— how could we let anyone take that from you and call ourselves your friends?"

(Y/N) cried then, cried for what felt like ages. The worst pain, she thought, did not come from her broken ribs, or her pounding head, or any other bodily hurt. No, the most acute pain she felt was the hurt that flared in both of her friends, of the heartache they felt. She was the cause of this mess; she had ruined everything— and for what?

"Shut up," Blair snapped, her hurt so overwhelming that (Y/N)'s body threatened to wretch once more. "You don't get to be sad— you did this to us! You have the advantage to know what any of us is feeling at any given time, but you never said a word! You never told us, so of course no one helped you!"

Blair was right— but what was (Y/N) meant to have done? She'd been alone from the very start; she could never have asked her friends to carry this burden with her.

"I'm sorry," she wept, her head hanging low. "I'm so sorry."

"What will you do now?" Sabrina asked, ignoring Blair's outburst and (Y/N)'s cries as though they had never happened. "Surely you had a plan in all this?"

(Y/N) shrugged. She hadn't exactly planned on surviving this far, and said as much.

"Fool," Blair grumbled, but Sabrina patted her arm reassuringly.

"She knows that. What we need her to figure out now is where she goes from here before we do what we talked about."

An intense look passed between Blair and Sabrina, and something akin to guilt roiled between them.

"What are you planning?" (Y/N) asked, suddenly wary. "If you think that just because you rescued me I won't tear you limb-from-limb for my freedom—"

Sabrina shook her head, cutting (Y/N) off.

"It's not safe for you to know what you know, to be who you are. You know the coven won't let you live as long as you know their secrets, so Blair and I— well, we thought we would try to seal your memory. Just in parts, mind, and I haven't actually practiced on anything except mice, but it seems like the best way to ensure your safety."

(Y/N) began to protest, but stopped herself, considering her options. Her friends were right; it was dangerous for (Y/N) to exist as she was. If they could alter her mind a bit, block out her knowledge of the coven but keep her knowledge of her own magic…

"What are the stats on this?" she asked, and Sabrina shrugged.

"Fifty percent chance it doesn't work at all. Thirty percent chance I block off too much or too little, resulting in various negative outcomes, and twenty percent that it actually works."

"Will you let me keep my magic?"

Blair scoffed. "Why else would we have recused you?"

That was all the answer (Y/N) needed.

"If this thing fails to the point where I'm insane, kill me," she told them, her face deadly serious. "I don't want to suffer that way, or to cause anyone else suffering. Can you do that?"

Blair and Sabrina both nodded.

"Excellent. I trust you two to fill me in and help me along if it works— do what needs to be done."

Sabrina hesitated.

"You're absolutely sure?" she asked, her big blue eyes watery in the moonlight. "This is kind of a permanent decision."

(Y/N) tilted her head back, and though it ached to do so, she forced her swollen eyes open to look up at the moon and stars, drinking in the glory of the night. It was a painfully beautiful evening, and she allowed the moment to fill her, caress her, and open her very heart to the sky, and when she looked down, she knew what she would decide.

"Yes, I'm sure," she murmured, taking each of her friends' hands in her own so that they could feel her peace and clarity. "This is my choice."

Sabrina nodded, moving to put her hands on (Y/N)'s head, and Blair turned her back, the very picture of a guard on watch. This would change everything, (Y/N) knew— her life would never be the same, but her friends would always be there for her, just like this.

It was a comfort.

"Thank you," she said, looking once more at the stars— so beautiful and bright midst the black of night— and the last thing she knew before her vision faded was warm hands on either side of her face, and the comfort of being with the people who loved her.

***

In the end, (Y/N)'s body was never found. Eventually, the news stopped covering the story, moving on to other hot stories to cover. In a month's time, she was all but forgotten by the world—but not by Bakugou. He would always, always remember her, and the anger and helplessness he felt when she was taken from him. Her disappearance— her death— would remain the greatest failure in his mind, and he would hold it close to his chest, using it to remind himself that sometimes, you really can't save everyone.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #angst #fluff #ambiguous ending #reader has an empathy quirk #witch!reader #mha smut #mha fanfiction

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lovely-lauren-arts · 2 years

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1: What's your opinion on MAP pride and Zoosexuals?

2: What is a popular fandom you hate/dislike?

3: I want to headpat Mary's cult.

4: What would be Mary's reaction if I give her a blanket? When she's tired?

Death. Ok but seriously I understand if someone is sick in the head and wants to change it/get therapy and has never hurt an animal or child, but those who try to normalise it and make light of it are disgusting and delusional. I've mostly seen the zoophiles online because I watch deadwingdork's videos on them and they are open about abusing their pets. Complete scumbags.

Fandoms I dislike right now are the dream SMP fandom and the MHA fandom. I feel genuinely ill everytime I see a teen girl on tiktok cosplaying as Deku. I think it's because it reminds me of myself. When I was 14/15 I was a little too into creepypasta.

Best not. The blank stares will just make you uncomfortable.

She'd only accept it and sleep as long you had one for yourself too. She's deranged but she still acts like a mother...in her own twisted way.

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then-be-a-warrior · 2 years

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I'm in the mood for stripper!Deku fanfics where he's mysterious yet innocent and a random stranger (Bakugou) comes along trying to protect him from all the shady shit that he constantly surrounds himself with.

Bonus points if Bakugou is constantly denying his feelings for Deku in order to prove he's different than all the other scumbags who hit on him and try to use him.

Feed me my angst...

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bakudeku #fanfics #fanfiction #anime

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cherrykamado · 2 years

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OKAY AM BACK MINX!! May I switch my character from Deku to Imposter!Albedo from genshin impact in ur scumbag collab, please. and pls tag me writing blog (albedxs) if that’s alright with u. 🥺🫶🏻

OF COURSE BB ILL CHANGE RN

#hope u can see this sobs #🍒— cherry's mail #🍒— cherry's moots #lilith<3

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mongpht · 2 years

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Gero — ミュータント [English Translation]

Mutant Album: Parade Lyrics, arrangement & music: ¿?shimon

簡単に刺す冒涜野郎アンタの為にゃ生きてない

kantan ni sa su boutoku yarou anta no tame nya i ki te nai

You are a blasphemer who strikes easily I don't live for you

なあそのペラい口縫えばまあ友達増えるかもな笑

naa sono pera i guti nu e ba maa tomodati hu eru kamo na warai

You know what? Shut your flimsy mouth Yeah, well… Maybe you'll make some friends

馬鹿みたいな話ばっかだカスみたいな奴らばっかだそんなもんだって大人になったらば化け物さんの完成ですわ

baka mitai na hanasi bakka da kasu mitai na yatu ra bakka da sonna mon da tte otona ni naxtu tara ba ba ke mono san no kansei desu wa

They're full of shit They're all scumbags They're all like that when they grow up You'll be a monster

ミュータントボーイミュータントガール腐っても足掻いて笑っていたどうしたってさ最低で醜悪だろうさ人間だろ？最高に笑えんぜ散々でも

myu-tanto bo-i myu-tanto ga-ru kusa xtu te mo aga i te wara xtu te i ta dou si ta tte sa saitei de syuuaku daro u sa ningen daro ？ saikou ni wara en ze tiriziri demo

Mutant Boy Mutant Girl They're all rotten, but they still scratch their heads and laugh What's wrong with you? It's disgusting. It's disgusting I mean, what are we, human beings? That's not the funniest thing I've ever heard Even if it is a lot

空腹で詰めすぎちゃう欲望快感で膨らんでく心なんだか満たされずに嘔吐 SOSです臆せず吐露

kuuhuku de tu mesugi tyau yokubou kaikan de huku ran deku kokoro na n da ka mi tasa re zu ni outo SOS desu oku se zu toro

The hunger to be overfilled Heart bursting with pleasure Vomiting, somewhat unsatisfied SOS… Vomiting unscrupulously

極彩に魅せるのが上手いねうさんがくっさいね素敵な世界ねとか言って笑

kyoku irodori ni mi seru no ga uma i ne usan gakuxtu sa ine suteki na sekai ne toka i xtu te warai

You know how to make the most colourful faces You don't know how to be colourful It's a beautiful world, isn't it? And then laugh

馬鹿みたいな話ばっかだカスみたいな奴らばっかだそんなもんだって大人になっていた僕も有象無象の一部だったんだ

baka mitai na hanasi bakka da kasu mitai na yatu ra bakka da sonna mon da tte otona ni naxtu te i ta boku mo uzoumuzou no itibu daxtu ta n da

They talk like idiots They're all scum I grew up with all this stuff I was part of it all

ミュータントボーイミュータントガール騙し騙される世界僕らは最低で醜悪な生物だろう

myu-tanto bo-i myu-tanto ga-ru dama si dama sa reru sekai boku ra ha saitei de syuuaku na seibutu daro u

Mutant boy Mutant Girl A world of deceit and fraud We must be the worst, ugliest creatures

ミュータントボーイミュータントガール腐っても足掻いて笑ってんだよどうしたってさ最低で醜悪だろうさ人間はさ現代に産まれたミュータントだ

myu-tanto bo-i myu-tanto ga-ru kusa xtu te mo aga i te wara xtu ten da yo dou si ta tte sa saitei de syuuaku daro u sa ningen ha sa gendai ni u mare ta myu-tanto da

Mutant Boy Mutant Girl We're rotten but still scratching our legs and laughing What's wrong with you? We are the worst and ugliest Humans Born in the modern age Mutants

#Gero #shimon #Gero Parade #¿?shimon

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