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(Todoroki/Reader) First Time Smut
(Iida/Reader) Yandere!Iida pt 2
(Iida/Reader) Fluff and Smut After Class
(Hawks/Reader) Chubby!Reader appreciation
(Requests)
Hi! Could you do Iida yandere headcanons? If it can be sfw and nsfw it would be lovely, thank you <3
Of course! I love Iida and I think his brand of yandere would be pretty interesting :x He crosses me as a guilty, self aware type of yandere.
It got kind of angsty, just to warn you ;;;;; The first chunk of headcanons are SFW, and then towards the end I indicate when the NSFW starts.
He's absolutely terrified of his own possessive urges when it comes to you. The more he falls for you, the more he wants to keep you all to himself, to the point where he wants to hide you away from others. He's aware that it isn't normal, let alone something a good hero would do. No, that sounds rather villainous, actually. It's something Iida struggles with a lot. He strives to be a good person, worthy of the name Ingenium. He wants to be someone his family and the people around him can be proud of, he wants you to be proud to be with him. The darker, uglier side of him causes him a lot of distress, and he wonders sometimes, when you look at him, if you can see the darkness there. It makes him sick to consider it.
He ends up going to Tensei for advice. "Can you love someone too much?" and Tensei, thinking it's just Tenya, his earnest and good baby brother Tenya, being an overthinker, laughs off his concerns. He assures Tenya that there's no way he could ever love someone too much, and that love should be given to that special someone as freely as possible. Poor Tensei doesn't see the darkness in his little brother's heart, he doesn't understand what he just endorsed.
Iida still tries to hold back with you, still strives to be that good hero he wants to be. But he gradually slips deeper and deeper.
He meddles in your affairs. He views you as helpless (regardless of how competent you actually are) and finds ways to take tasks away from you, discouraging you from taking on too many (if any) responsibilities, insisting that it's for your own good, and he truly believes it. You might find yourself gradually losing more of your agency.
If you're also a hero, the absolute, white hot rage he feels when a villain manages to hurt you is hard for him to contain. He barely manages to stop himself from hunting the villain down (reminding himself, over and over, what he promised himself after the Stain incident). If he's on the scene with you, he's brutal with his interference, his engines roaring as he takes the villain down quickly and with excessive force so he can reach your side. His blood rushes in his ears and you look so frighteningly fragile to him. Why did you choose this life? It's not suited to you at all, it's much too dangerous. He wants to hide you away more than ever, lock you away from everything that can even think of hurting you.
Iida eventually spirals further down into his obsession with you, and it's tragic. This isn't the person he wanted to be. But as he takes away more of your agency, isolates you more, and eventually steals you away completely, he becomes almost resigned to it. Because the other option is letting you go, and he can't do that, selfish as that is.
If you grow scared of him, become angry with him or disgusted by his possessive nature, he feels awful about it, but he only clings to you tighter, fruitlessly begging for your love and forgiveness.
Iida's almost frantic when he fucks you, holding you tight, engines revving, thrusting quick and deep. It's like he thinks you'll disappear on him if he lets you go. He whispers apologies into your skin, eyes misty. He feels like a pervert how much he wants you, the lust you inspire in him.
He wants to bite and mark you, paint your skin with his claim on you, but he can never bring himself to do so, not wanting to maul you like a beast. However, he leaves bruises from his grip sometimes, around your wrists as he holds you down, pressing you into the mattress as his hard body bears down flush against you. Or when he grips your hips and pulls you insistently onto his cock. He always feels bad when he sees them, but deep down it's satisfying, they're proof that you're his.
If it reaches the point where you know about Iida's possessive nature, where he stops denying it and he takes you away, he'd never force you to do anything in the bedroom. But it doesn't stop him from wanting you, so much that it hurts, so much that he can't hide it. The littlest things about you arouse him, and though he'd keep his distance, you're constantly aware of the heated stares he sends your way, the tent in his pants as he hurriedly excuses himself from the room. You hear him in the bathroom sometimes, the undeniable sound of him pleasuring himself, your name on his lips. Your dirty clothes disappear sometimes, returning to you freshly washed and neatly folded, and you know what they've been through.
(Requests)
HIII, I wanted to ask for a one shot (if possible) about Aizawa x idol!reader, that it's about the reader being a Kpop idol, and Aizawa is very obsessed with her and goes to all her concerts and spies on her and etc.. . something like that
(Laser: Hello! Thanks for the request :) This was an interesting one to work on and I hope I did it justice. It kind of goes full yandere at the end, so I hope that's alright.)
Content: Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, kidnapping.
MHA-MHA-MHA
Aizawa couldn't explain it.
He had no interest in idols, in celebrity culture in general. Your music wasn't anything like the music he usually listened to, and he'd never been one to be swayed by the looks of a beautiful woman.
But the moment he saw you, he just knew he was doomed. And maybe he'd doomed you, too.
You were in Japan as a part of your world tour, performing concerts and the occasional interview in-between. One of those interviews was with "Put Your Hands Up! Radio" and Mic, who was actually a fan of your music, wouldn't shut up about having the opportunity to meet you. Aizawa had no interest in it, but he let his friend carry on about it anyway.
He happened to be stopping by Mic’s radio station to discuss UA business the day of your interview. He caught some of the end of it as he waited for his friend outside of the broadcast booth, watching you chat with the voice hero live on air through the glass window.
He was struck then by your grace, holding yourself in the way a princess might. By your laugh, a sound that smoothly washed over him, warm and sweet. And your eyes-
God, your eyes.
So… genuine and alluring. There was sincerity there, a spirit that drew him in, and he found that he couldn’t look away from you.
As the interview came to an end, Mic was eager to introduce the two of you. You smiled at Aizawa and shook his hand, and Aizawa was surprised by the softness of your skin, how delicate and breakable you felt in his grasp. He’d forgotten how fragile a person could be.
He followed you back to your hotel that night.
A full week passed of surveilling your every move before he could stop and consider what the hell he was even doing.
This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t behavior wasn’t healthy, especially regarding a stranger. He knew this, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so fascinated by you, your every move enchanted for him for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.
Aizawa learned a lot about you in a short amount of time. Your every waking moment was centered around your career, you were constantly rehearsing, exercising, going to interviews, performances. He learned some of your songs by heart, learned your catchphrases, your brand tie-ins, your style.
He also learned how strict you were with yourself, maintaining your appearance and persona with a level of discipline he rarely saw in anyone. You didn’t allow yourself a single slip-up or indulgence. The grace he was struck by when he first met you was something that you diligently maintained.
He was impressed by your commitment, but also concerned. Constantly working like that wasn’t sustainable (the irony of him having such a thought was completely lost on him). There was only so long someone could continue going the way you were before shutting down.
There were other concerns, too, like just how poor your security was.
You had a small, pitiful detail that had not once caught on to Aizawa’s presence, who barely managed to maintain your precious privacy away from your fans, who wouldn’t stand a chance should a real threat approach you. He’d tailed you when you went to your performances and interviews, sneaking into venues and studios with alarming ease. He had to grit his teeth when he watched your security allow people to get too close. At times, a fan even managed to touch your arm or just barely graze through your beautiful hair. It infuriated him.
You were too vulnerable. You didn’t have an offensive quirk and you had no fighting experience, so there was no way you could properly defend yourself. And the people who were supposed to be looking out for you were doing a piss poor job.
You would never have to worry about anything if Aizawa were there. He knew he could protect you, keep you safe, maybe even convince you to get some rest. If it were up to him.
The last straw was when the inevitable happened and your pathetic security allowed a fan to get through while you were resting one evening (early morning, actually) in your hotel room after a performance. The bastard actually managed to get into your room, catching you by surprise as you were trying to enjoy one of your few precious minutes of free time.
Fortunately, Aizawa was looking out for you. He was in the room and had the pest wrapped up in his capture weapon before you could even scream, anger and a fierce protectiveness the likes of which he’d never felt before coursing through his veins.
When you turned those gorgeous eyes of yours to him, expression full of confusion, dawning recognition, and the lingering hints of fear, he felt his heart throb painfully. He crossed the room to you, grasping your shoulders gently, but firmly. You looked so beautiful, yet so fragile. Too fragile. This world was too dangerous for you, and as that thought cemented itself in his head, something dark and twisted settled in his chest.
He squeezed your shoulders, the gesture meant to be comforting, but there was a possessive edge to it.
“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, a tone of finality to his voice, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He pulled you closer to him, your surprised resistance, still not completely grasping the situation you were in, doing little to stop him.
“I’m going to keep you safe.”
That night, a famous idol on tour in Japan disappeared from her hotel room without a trace.
(Requests)
hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol
but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!
or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)
thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄
(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!
I hope you enjoy!)
Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.
Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.
Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.
You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.
You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.
He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.
You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.
"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.
When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.
You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.
The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.
To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.
There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.
You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.
As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.
You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"
"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."
You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.
"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."
Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.
Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.
You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.
He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.
“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.
You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.
“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.
“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.
“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.
You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.
“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”
You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.
It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.
“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.
“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.
His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.
His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.
With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.
“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.
He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”
(Requests)
Hey guys! I'm temporarily closing my requests until I catch up with the ones I already have lined up.
I've been having a lot of fun since I've started this blog. It's kept me inspired and I'm so thankful for everyone who's taken an interest in my writing. I'll be sure to open up requests again as soon as possible!
Iida/Chubby!Reader (NSFW)
Aizawa/Idol!Reader
Shouto/Reader first time (NSFW)
Hawks/Chubby!Reader
I tend to space out my requests with pieces I'm personally working on, so keep that in mind. Thank you everyone for your patience! <333
(Laser: I was asked to do a second part by @electronicexpertshark and I still had a couple of ideas for this concept, so here you go!)
MHA-MHA-MHA
He always put others first, and while that wasn't a bad thing on its own, he didn't know how to balance his professional life with his personal life, especially when it came to you. If someone needed help after school, or if he came across a scene outside of campus, he was always offering a helping hand. Even if other people already had it handled, he couldn't just walk away. Social obligations just didn't seem as important when compared to a person in need. You lost count of the canceled plans and apologetic smiles. And you felt guilty, you felt selfish, but you wanted a partner that could prioritize you more than Izuku could. It was painful to break things off, but it was easier to handle the way he prioritized his life when you were only friends.
He carried a lot of insecurities and bitterness. A lot of the time he didn't feel good enough to be with you, and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy when he started pushing you away. He was the king of self-sabotage and there was only so much you could do to ease his worries, only so much you could try to understand that he was only acting like this because he felt inadequate, but in the end, it wasn't enough.
His hidden sense of inferiority and his competitive nature were things you were aware of going into the relationship, but you didn't consider how that would apply to your relationship after getting together with him. You became a bragging point to him in a way that made you feel more like a prop than a partner. He was constantly competing with other couples in his own head, and that's not something you wanted part in. You'd just wanted to be with him.
She moved too fast for you. She was high energy all the time, and she didn't stop for anyone, not even you. She was set in her ways, refusing to change, to compromise. In the end it was a rather messy breakup, but she didn't look back, so neither should you.
(Requests)
it’s your shouto obsessed anon again! maybe a proposal drabble or headcannons? thank you in advance 🤍
(Laser: Heyyy welcome back, Anon! I'd be happy to drop some cute proposal headcanons for you B) Thank you for your requests! It really means a lot to me that someone's taken such an interest in my writing.)
MHA-MHA-MHA
Shouto proposes as soon as possible. Once he's sure he's in love with you, he wants to put a ring on it. It doesn't matter if the two of you are still in high school at that point, he's sure of himself, he wants you by his side forever.
It's very sudden, he'll just take you by the hand, stare deep into your eyes in that way that he does, and say, "marry me." He probably doesn't have a ring prepared, this might be in the middle of a crowded hallway or during a group hangout. No sense of timing, just pure love and determination. It was important so he had to do it as soon as possible.
Obviously, you're caught off guard. It's probably too soon in the relationship (or in your lives in general) for a big step like that, no matter how deeply the two of you feel for each other. You explain this to him, and he's disappointed, but "not yet" is not the same as "not ever" and he can be patient, especially for you. He'll wait for as long as it takes until you're ready, but just know that he's made up his mind. He's steadfast in his decision.
So life carries on and the two of you grow together, building your careers and lives side by side. He doesn't push for marriage, doesn't want to make you feel even the slightest bit pressured for it, but that doesn't mean he stops wanting it. This is made perfectly clear when you are the one to bring it up to him at some point, finally ready for that next big step, and he reveals to you the engagement ring he's had sitting in a drawer in his office desk for years now, ready and waiting to be placed on your finger.
You swear you fall in love with him all over again in that moment.
(Requests)
Hello! I saw your requests were open and figured why not propose an idea for a little drabble :D
Imagine Dabi as the Phantom of the Opera and Reader as Christine. I feel like the role just suits him since it's a little on the Yandere side without being crazy and the mask works for covering his dead skin. HES ALSO JUST BEAUTIFUL!
Thank you!
(Laser: Okay, this was a fun one. I watched the 1925 movie for research and Lon Chaney's Phantom was kind of fitting for Dabi? He had kind of a mean edge to him that I thought worked well. Thank you for the request! I think it might be a little OOC but I hope it's alright ^u^)
Pairing: Dabi/fem!Reader, Slight Hawks/fem!Reader (I cast him as Raoul lmao)
Content: Yandere, kidnapping, murder, rough handling. Reader is delicate and timid.
MHA-MHA-MHA
There were whispers of a phantom haunting the Musutafu Opera House, only seen out of the corner of one's eye, wreathed in flames so hot they burned blue. He terrorized the management, making demands that, should they not be met, would lead him to enact his fiery curse. His threats were not to be taken lightly. He had already killed some of the stagehands, leaving behind nothing but scorch marks and ash on the floor where a man once stood. It was because of this that the mysterious specter had earned another moniker: Dabi.
Amid this tumultuous time at the opera house, your star was rising. You had gone from a nobody to the understudy of the Prima Donna in record time, and it was all thanks to the guidance of the Angel of Music. Only ever appearing to you as a voice, the Angel had helped you hone your abilities in singing, all he asked for in return was your devotion and one day, he said, he would appear to you and demand your love. It filled you with a sense of trepidation, and yet, as you continued to rise in fame and prominence, you felt that you should be grateful, shouldn't you?
But you were conflicted. As much as you were indebted to the Angel of Music, you had someone else in your heart: your childhood sweetheart, Keigo, reunited again after all these years. You didn't know how you were meant to devote yourself wholly to your master while you still carried Keigo in your heart.
But before you knew it, the day your master came for your love was upon you. It was time to prove your devotion to him.
MHA-MHA-MHA
Chaos at the Opera House.
The management had defied the Phantom's demands and were paying the price.
In the middle of a performance of Faust, blue flames erupted above the audience, weakening the supports of the building's grand chandelier and sending it crashing down onto the spectators. Screams and shouts rang out as cast and audience member alike rushed to evacuate or help those crushed beneath the large, fallen structure.
You fled back into your dressing room to escape the panic, your heart racing at what you just witnessed. You braced yourself against your door, catching your breath. That's when the voice of the Angel called out to you.
"(Name), it's time..." his voice echoed the room, a rough, striking rasp.
"Master?" you gasped out, looking out into the empty room.
"Yes, your master has come for you," there was an eagerness, an urgency to his voice. "Just like I promised."
Suddenly, the large wall mirror opposite to you gave a mighty creak, and you watched in stunned silence as it shifted and slowly gave way to a dimly lit hidden passage.
"Walk through the mirror and join me," his voice sounded from somewhere within the passage, sounding clearer than ever now that you weren't separated by the wall.
You took a couple of tentative steps forward, part of your mind warning you that something was wrong, to not follow this voice. But loyalty and, admittedly, curiosity drew you forward, first tentatively and then more confidently. The door to your dressing room burst open, making you stumble your way into the passage in surprise. You turned around, hearing Keigo call out your name only for the passage to close once more, sealing you away.
Shakily, you looked around you. You were on a dimly lit staircase made of old stone. Dust and cobwebs surrounded you, immediately clinging to your dress and hair. Peering down the dark steps ahead of you, you felt dread curl in your stomach.
"Finally."
A hand grasped your shoulder from behind and you cried out in fright, spinning around and losing your footing. You nearly fell down the stairs if not for the arm going around your waist and the hand wrapping around your wrist. You were pulled forward, flush against a too-warm body and you looked up into the masked face of the man before you.
The white mask covered his face completely and the rest of his body was draped in black. The only visible part of him was his eyes that were such a vibrant turquoise that you swore they glowed in the low lighting. You were stiff with shock, unable to move by the intimidating figure this stranger cut.
"Don't be scared," he pulled you even closer, his masked face drawing nearer. His eyes were bright as they greedily drank you in. "It's me, your master, your Angel of Music."
Your eyes widened as you recognized the deep rasp of his voice. "It is you..." the angel that had been guiding you, mentoring you, helping you cultivate your talents was the person in front of you.
You didn't know how to feel.
This is not what you expected when the angel had first spoken to you, for him to turn out to be this dark figure in a mask. Your head was spinning, your nerves ramped up from the chaos of the theater and now this strange meeting. You were caught off guard when his grip on your wrist tightened and he was suddenly ushering you down the stairs, practically dragging you along in his hurry.
So much was happening so fast as he took you deep beneath the Musutafu Opera House, into the old catacombs that the building had been built over. Before you knew it, he'd turned more corners than you could keep track of, and you realized then that you were truly at his mercy. Should you venture out on your own, you would be hopelessly lost.
He took you through a heavy door, into a private chamber of sorts. The door closed with a deafening thud, the sound of him turning a key in the lock feeling dreadfully ominous.
You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. You were alone with him now, in an unfamiliar place. You felt vulnerable. Afraid.
He turned away from the door, looking down at you in all his imposing glory. He stalked closer to you, and you couldn’t help but back up. He paused, chuckling, it was a dark sound that filled the space.
“I’m not going to hurt you, you know,” he said, and he grabbed your wrist again, yanking you closer to him. He peered down into your eyes, his presence so overwhelming, “now that I’ve brought you home, I plan on treating you right.”
Home. You glanced around, taking in how… lived-in the space was, decorated with various rugs and mismatched furniture. It was a home, his home.
“I...I can’t stay here,” you found your voice, though it was small. “Please take me back.”
“No?” his voice had a hard edge to it. He brought his other hand up to grip your face, “it’s what you promised me, isn’t it? All that work I put into making you a star, making sure those bastards at the Opera put you on the stage like you deserve, and you’re gonna back out on your end of the deal?”
He sounded angry, his eyes wide behind his mask, almost deranged.
You pushed his hand away from your face, shaking your head, “stop it- you’re scaring me…” Your benevolent Angel of Music was nowhere to be seen. In its place stood a devil.
“Maybe you should be scared,” he said and you gasped as you found yourself pushed against a wall of cold, unforgiving stone, his hands gripping your shoulders. “Maybe it’ll help you understand. You’re mine, you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I made you, (Name), and now I’ve brought you home.”
“No!” you brought your hands up to push him away, one of your hands knocking against his mask. He stepped back as the mask fell, falling to the ground with a clatter.
You gasped.
The man’s face was covered in heavy burn scars, dying skin literally being held together by staples. He brought his hand to his now bare face, slowly turning his eyes back to you. He smirked, a cold laugh leaving his mouth.
“Terrible, isn’t it?” he asked, eyes flashing dangerously, “well, don’t be shy, take a nice long look, (Name)!”
He grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing you face to face with him as he grinned cruelly down at you. He seemed to take pleasure in your fear. You struggled, your legs weak from fright at the sudden rough handling and he let you fall to the ground in a shaking heap.
He took some steps back and suddenly, he was on fire, blue flames rising from his hands. The clothing of his upper body burned away, revealing even more scarred, stapled skin.
“You’re the Phantom…” you realized as you looked up at him from the ground, the blue flames unmistakable. “You’re Dabi…!”
He grinned, crouching down in front of you, “that’s right. I’m the monster that’s been terrorizing the Opera House,” he tilted his head, his turquoise eyes cold as ice, “but before I was a monster, I was a man named Touya. It was the world up there that made me like this! Society and that stupid old man!”
You trembled as he ranted, unable to face the revelation that the Phantom and your angel were one and the same. You felt faint, dizzy as your world flipped upside down. You were unable to resist as he took your face in his hands, his touch almost gentle.
“But I’m ready now,” he said, bringing himself closer to you. “To take what I deserve, and burn down anything that stands in my way.”
You lost consciousness as his lips pressed to yours.
(Requests)
So after my post about yanderes and that I'd love to get some yandere requests, I got a request for a piece with Dabi as the Phantom of the Opera and the Reader as Christine and I'm like "okay yeah that sounds like fun" but the problem is that I've only seen anything PotO related like once in my life and that was me watching the Gerard Butler movie like ten years ago and I only really saw half of it because I was high af after having my wisdom teeth removed and I could barely stay awake
So I was figuring out what I want to do for my research for this so I know enough of the plot for the request (because lowkey I wasn't feeling watching a musical rn, idk I have to be in a mood?)
So I decided to watch the 1925 Lon Chaney silent film because this made sense to me
Honestly, it's such a good movie??? I really recommend it and you can find it on Youtube. But also
There's a scene after Christine is kidnapped where she passes out and the Phantom sets her in a bed in a bedroom in his lair that it seems he's prepared just for her. And it's the dreamiest fucking bed ever, it's like a boat and it's stuffed with the richest textiles and the plushest pillows and when she wakes up and gets out of bed she finds an assortment of the prettiest shoes all in her size and a personalized hand mirror and guys
I'm so unwell because why did that activate the reward centers in my brain wtf (it's such an obsessed/yandere trope and I feel like a fly being drawn in by a bug lamp)
But yeah if you're reading this, Dabi Anon, I'm about to be cooking on that Phantom Dabi request
I was wondering if you could do headcannons of shouto and how he’d court/treat his omega (omegaverse of course) and if you want you could add some spicy hc too ? thanks in advance 🤍
Ohhh, I'd be happy to! (also I'm assuming Shouto's an alpha in this scenario)
Shouto grew up with a big, angry alpha in the household, and so he has a lot of conflicted feelings about his own alpha presentation.
When he takes interest in you, an omega, what he wants to communicate the most to you is that he's safe. He wants you to feel safe and protected with him and he doesn't want to come across as threatening or controlling. Not that he's very loud or harsh to begin with, but he's even softer around you, speaking softly and handling you gently.
In the courting phase, he's very big on gift giving, but sometimes he can go overboard. Either in extravagance or sheer quantity, the price is no object to him, even as a young hero he's making really good money because of his high ranking. It's really overwhelming, but also they're not empty gifts, they're centered around your interests, he really does pay attention to you. So you kind of feel bad telling him to slow down with the gifts, especially when he looks at you giving off the impression of a scolded puppy. You'll have to find a compromise, he wants to show you that he can provide for you, so you gotta let him at least a little.
Also, while courting, he absolutely goes to his friends for advice. Even when they have no idea about courting themselves, he'll still follow their advice, to varied and sometimes comical results.
(He once asked his mom, an omega, for advice, and it turned into such a bittersweet conversation. She never actually went through the process of being courted before her marriage. But she's super supportive and wants Shouto to be happy. She likes you, too, and knows her son is a good person that will treat you well.)
He loves loves loves your scent, but he also very much wants to smother you in his own scent. He's constantly scenting you, and maybe he thinks he's being sneaky, but he's absolutely not. His "accidental" brushes against you are very telegraphed, and his sudden announcement of "it's cold out" before he bundles you up in his jacket isn't very smooth either. But the obviousness is the cutest part about him.
If you scent him back, he's on cloud nine. It's all he can think about the rest of the day, your scent lingering on him.
When you're together, he constantly battles with his possessive urges, scared that they're too much. He wants to stake his claim on you, wants people to know that you're his omega, and how happy he is that you're his. But he has all those memories of the worst kind of alpha behavior in the back of his head, and it's haunting his every step. A way to comfort him in this is to let some of your own possessiveness show, let him know how glad you are that he's your alpha, be a little jealous, a little clingy. Show him his feelings aren't too much, because you're feeling them, too.
When he becomes more comfortable with himself in your relationship, he's all over you, constantly at your heels, very affectionate and very proud. You're his omega and he's your alpha. He has a habit of putting himself physically between you and other alphas, and he keeps himself distanced from other omegas, too.
Shouto's so excited when you first show him your nest. The whole area smells of you and it's just so, so comforting. He's honestly in awe. He's exceedingly careful when you allow him to enter it, sitting right in the middle, stiff as a board and not touching anything. Part of him worries that his mere presence will ruin it, but it can only make it better in your eyes. When he sees the articles of clothing he's loaned you weaved into the walls of your nest, again he's filled with that feeling of wonder. Once relaxed, he doesn't want to leave, and you want to keep him in there, too.
When he gives you the claiming bite, it's so intense. He's whimpering and whining so desperately for you, lost to his instincts as his knot embeds itself inside of you, swelling as he fills you beyond full. He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, and it's like he's finally home, he's complete.
He's extra protective of you when your heats approach, and he tries to be there for you when they happen. He's more than eager to tend to your every need, to lessen the effects of the heat, to let you use him however you need, as much as you need. Part of him loves how needy you become, slick running freely down your thighs as you beg your alpha for his knot. He likes being needed, he likes being able to provide what you need. But he can't always be there for your heats because of his job, and it's agony for him and fills him with such guilt. No matter how understanding you are, and how realistic he has to be about the situation, it still makes him feel like a bad alpha.
He'll definitely want pups. He has similar fears of fatherhood as he does with alphahood, but with you, he has a lot more confidence that things will turn out okay. If you do end up pregnant, his protective, possessive side comes out in full force. He has you swaddled in items that smell of him, and while he doesn't outright challenge alphas that come too close, he gets very tense like he's expecting a fight and most of them get the hint to stay away. He's dedicated to caring for you, even going so far as to take time off and free up his schedule so that he's around more. He doesn't want you to lift a finger. At the same time, his sex drive ramps way up, something about seeing you like that, belly rounded with his pup, really does it for him. At first he tries to hold himself back, but if you let him, he'll be all over you as much as possible. He's very gentle, however, rutting into you with slow, steady strokes, his hand resting protectively over that bump. He'd never let his desires bring harm to you.
Bonus weird headcanon: Because of his childhood, he has some habits that pups usually grow out of once they reach puberty. He sometimes kneads in your nest when he's feeling particularly relaxed and sometimes sucks on his knuckle in his sleep.
(I didn't anticipate this getting as long as it did lol thank you for the request, hope you liked it!)
(Requests)
My requests are currently open! Both on and off anon. I want to take the time to post this little guide for what can be requested and whatnot:
The format will be that of drabbles and headcanons. Shortform pieces only. Keep that in mind when you send in your requests.
I write almost exclusively fem!Reader. As I'm catering to myself with my writing, I write with a female reader (and usually a chubby female reader) in mind. These requests are also only for reader inserts.
Currently writing for My Hero Academia. MHA is the fandom that's taken up the majority of my fixation at the moment.
List at least one character with your request. I don't mind doing multiple characters, and the more detail you give with the prompt, the better I can fill the request!
What I'm willing to write:
Romantic or Platonic (That includes familial relationships!)
LGBTQA+
Polyamory
Smut*
Any Tone (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, etc.)
Omegaverse
Dark Content**
*I enjoy writing smut but like everyone I have my Nopes when it comes to kinks and the like. Rather than try to list everything I'm not okay with, I'll just review my requests on a case by case basis.
**I don't shy away from darker content or what would be considered problematic, though I do have some limits. Feel free to send me prompts and I'll see if I'm up for it.
I won't be able to fulfill every request. I write and run this blog as a hobby and like I said up above, there are going to be certain things I'm not going to be okay with writing. If I don't write your request, please don't take it personally. I also don't know when I'll fill your requests, I'll try to keep you updated on what I'm up to.
Things/Characters I like to write:
Erasermic, Aizawa, Present Mic, Shinsou, Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Midnight, Miruko
Class 1-A Shenanigans
Poly
Yandere
Pathetic/Simping Men
Family Fluff/Drama
Omegaverse
Angst
Toxic Relationships
Remember the more specific your request, the better it'll be.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I look forward to sharing more of my writing with you in the future.
hi hi!! I loved your nsfw alphabet for aizawa sm! I was wondering if you’d do one for shouto todoroki ?
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it, and of course, I'd be happy to :)
(Just a heads up, I kind of always write with a chubby fem!Reader in mind)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He's very attentive afterwards, checking in on you making sure you're alright and if you enjoyed yourself. He's a little scared of hurting you, so he needs some time to fuss over you to reassure himself. Spends a lot of time staring at you, a bunch of warm and fuzzy thoughts in his head about how much he loves you, how beautiful you are.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He's pretty neutral on his own body, but he values the strength his body has and the ability to use that strength to protect the people around him.
He admires the softness of your body, the comforting plushness as he puts his arms around you, the cute squish of your cheek when he pokes it. He likes your hands, and how eagerly and lovingly they reach for him and touch him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes to see his cum painting your skin, something about it just sits right with him. He's always just a little disappointed to wipe it off after.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's obsessed with the scent of you, be it your body's natural scent or the products you use. A couple of times when you had to be apart, he tried using your shampoo or wearing your perfume on his wrist and was disappointed when it wasn't the same.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Shouto has no experience by the time you're together, but he's a quick learner and very communicative, wanting to know if what he's doing feels good and it never hurts his ego if you give him direction or ask him to do something different. He's a little shy at first when you try to give him pleasure in any way, but he quickly wants more, so much more.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes fucking you against a wall, the pleasant press of his body against yours, the way you wrap yourself around him and hold on tight, the feel of your weight in his arms. It's so easy to lose himself in you like this, his mind soothed in a pleasant haze of pleasure.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He can be unintentionally goofy, that's just Shouto's nature. Sometimes he'll say something abrupt or out of left field and it'll surprise a laugh out of you, but he doesn't feel embarrassed and he's loves the sound of your laughter.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He doesn't trim, but he doesn't have a lot of body hair to begin with. His hair color is split all the way down, and though you sort of expected that to be the case, it still catches you off guard that first time.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's so sweet during. He always tells you how much he loves you and how good you look and feel. It's only a fraction of the soft thoughts that run through his head. He likes to catch your eye and cradle your face in his hand, he'll press your foreheads together or lean in to breathe in your addicting scent.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sometimes he likes to swipe an item of your clothing and masturbate while taking in your lingering scent, thinking back to the way you looked when you were wearing the item. He makes sure to return the items to you clean and you don't even notice they're gone half the time.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise kink, Shouto likes to be told he's doing well, that he's making you feel good. Call him a good boy and he'll be a total mess.
He's got a bit of a possessive streak in him, but he's hesitant to indulge in it. He likes the sight of his cum on you, and if you let him, he'll leave hesitant little marks on your skin, the softest of love bites, he'll grow a bit bolder with encouragement.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
As long as there's enough privacy, he's not very picky about the location. He'll even steal you away at his agency if you're up for it. He doesn't necessarily want to be intruded upon while you're having sex, but there are times where he'll lead you somewhere private or you'll both emerge from some locked room or hidden nook and it's obvious to everyone that you're going to have/just had sex and it feeds that little possessive corner of his brain.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Telling him things like "I need you" will really get him fired up (hopefully not literally). Making it clear that he's the one that turns you on, that makes you feel good, that only he can get you off like this is like a drug, he'll do anything for that feeling.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn't want to hurt or degrade you, even if it's something you want, it makes him feel awful. He also doesn't want to be degraded.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He's kind of clumsy when it comes to giving, he's much better with his fingers, but if it's something you really enjoy he'll do his best to be good at it. He likes receiving, though is a bit hesitant to request it, but there's always an excited glint to his eye when you offer.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He starts off at a slow, set pace, but eventually this sense of desperation sets in and it's like he can't help himself. You can always tell he's holding a bit back, though, he could be faster, more rough, but it's held back by a fear of hurting you. It'll take patience and encouragement for him to truly let go.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He's a fan. Sometimes it's just so hard for him to keep his hands off of you. He's often the one to initiate.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's game to experiment with you so long as they don't push his hard boundaries. He often gets curious about wanting to try different things in the bedroom, often asking you about something you haven't tried yet and if you'd like to try. He's not very experienced when you first get together, and he's learning a lot about himself as well as you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's got quite a bit of stamina, sometimes it feels like the longer you go, the more energized he becomes.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He likes using toys on you and buying you new ones if you express an interest in them. He'll just randomly show you something he found while online shopping like "should I get this for you?" You'll quickly accumulate too many of them if you don't stop him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't really understand how to tease, but he can unintentionally. You'll be out and about with him and his hand will find the small of your back and he'll murmur in your ear "I just want to get home so I can be back inside you" and then walk off and like, Shouto please, there's still several more errands to take care of and now you have to go the rest of the day with that rattling around in your brain.
On the flip side, it's quite fun to tease him. He's so cute when he's needy.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heavy panting and murmured words. Likes to check in on you and ask permission before he does anything. Tells you how good you feel, starts pleading and rambling under his breath as he gets closer to climax. "So good, so good, (Name)...I can't-please, I-"
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He goes to Midoriya and Bakugou and some of his other friends for sex advice when he feels he needs it, and he's very open about it. It is incredibly awkward.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's slightly above average in length with a nice girth to him. He's tall and a little on the lean side, though still muscular. Broad shoulders that taper into a tight waist and a nice ass. Broad shoulders and strong arms. Shouto really looks like a model, a sculptor's dream.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high. Once he had that first taste of you, he can't get enough of you. He's going to wear you out.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He takes a while to fall asleep after sex. He spends time just watching over you, even for a while after you fall asleep, he's still staring at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, studying your features. He never gets tired of looking at you, of being with you like this.
(Hope you enjoyed, anon!)