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leftestmostsock · 2 years

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Won't Go Home Without You

A BNHA Hybrid Au

Part 3

Summary: You never meant for this to happen. You had a bleeding heart, that’s the only thing that you could think to blame. If you could go back, go back to the beginning; would you change anything? Would you stop helping, would you have not offered your hand to who you thought needed it? Or would it have not changed a thing? After all, it seemed that they wouldn’t let you go, not when they had a taste of what you had given oh so freely.

Warnings: hybrid Izuku x reader, Hybrid Shinso x reader, soft yandere, but it’s still yandere, mentions of breaking into a home (reader's)

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It was raining, when it all started. It was a huge mess, water pouring down in sheets, thunder going off like a gunshot (which had scared you more than once, and if you fell on your butt because of it, that’s between you and some puddles) and lightning making the streets so bright that you wouldn’t need the street lamps even if they were working.

You had an umbrella, emphasis on had, the wind blowing it out of your hands and making it dance down the street faster than you thought possible, the wiggle it left you with seemingly mocking.

So it made sense, with the water soaking you and covering up any sound other than the occasional booming of thunder and falling rain, that you didn’t hear the figure following you.

He also had soft paw pads made for stalking his prey. Even if it hadn’t been raining, you never would have heard him until it was too late.

It was a battle, darting under alcoves to protect yourself from getting more soaked than you already were and rushing to get home to dry yourself off before you got sick. But you made it, and as you fumbled with your keys, grumbling the entire time as they kept slipping; you didn’t notice the eyes watching your every movement as their owner crept under the porch awning behind you.

Nor did you have it in you to complain when soft hands took your keys in hand, grabbing the correct house key and unlocking your door for you.

Poor thing, you can’t even open a door by yourself, how could he leave you alone when you were like this?

You would’ve been more afraid if you hadn’t noticed the soft ears on top of his head, dripping more water onto his full head of hair that you were sure was an unruly mess once dried. Maybe you were biased, maybe it had to do with where you worked, but hybrids had never hurt you before. Been hostile? Yes. Defensive? Absolutely.

And would you blame them if they did? Absolutely not.

The hands that held your keys had the signature bigger finger pads that all pawed hybrids had, and he moved with surprising adeptness, already picking out your house key and inserting it into the lock, before jiggling the doorknob left, right, and finally up… exactly the way that you had figured out through trial and error to do (which had unfortunately taken you a few weeks). You blinked at him as he handed you back your keys, a little dread settling in.

Just how long and how closely had he been watching you?

Long enough.

“Live under your porch,” his voice rumbled, dark eyes scrutinizing you. “You talk to yourself a lot.”

You blushed. You must’ve cursed the doorknob enough for him to figure it out. Licking your lips, you struggled to not look at the porch too obviously.

“Is that why I haven’t had as many birds at my feeder lately?”

He gave you a smug grin, chest rumbling slightly and being pushed out in pride.

“Need me to walk you inside too human?”

You finally cracked a grin at him, before stepping inside. As you pulled off your shoes to try and bring in as little water as possible (a futile effort, seeing as you were soaked to the bone) he started to move to the edge of your porch to presumably hop back under and hunker down for the night.

“Wait!”

His ears pressed to the back of his head, and you knew he was expecting the worst of you with that simple word.

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously, tiny tail twitching beneath his dirty shirt.

“Uh, give me a second.” You grabbed the outdoor blanket you broke out for picnics, knowing the plastic bottom would stay somewhat dry on the wet earth, reaching out to hand it to him. He took it gingerly, as if afraid you would take it back as some sort of cruel joke.

You smiled at him softly, before continuing.

“You like chicken?”

He nodded, seemingly in a daze.

The owner of the voice, the fuzzy pair of ears, of soft hands- never came inside, instead watching from various windows, making sure that you weren’t going to call hybrid services on him, even if those windows he was looking through were on the second floor of your home.

You paid it no mind, knowing he was doing his best to be sneaky and nonchalant, as most feline hybrids did when there was someone or something they were interested in. You had originally invited the hybrid inside, but he seemed to know that if he did, you’d be obligated to a) bring him to the shelter you worked at in the morning and b) lose his under-the-porch den that he’d been in for who knows how long.

One of the finer details of working at a rehabilitation shelter for hybrids is that, if you brought a hybrid in for longer than 24 hours without reporting it, you would lose your certification to work with them. You were certainly grateful for the certification process for any sort of hybrid related profession, as it weeded out most (but not all unfortunately) bad apples in the system, but it certainly made life hard if you weren’t careful. It was a delicate balancing act, but since he hadn’t entered your home, you technically didn’t need to report him; and seeing how skittish he was already you had no doubt that he’d flee the relative safety of your porch rather than risk whatever you would subject him to.

You warmed some leftovers up (though they did look smaller than when you last looked at them, but you were sure that was just because you weren’t paying attention), hoping that he would be okay with chicken parmesan, as it was really the only cooked thing you had and you doubted that he wanted to wait for you to actually cook something, considering how he was still at your window despite the rain. How he could see with wet hair plastered to his face, you had no idea.

Plating the dish, you made your way to the front porch again, hearing him scramble outside, claws scratching against the wood as he fought to get there before you. However, when you opened the front door, there he was, looking all the poster boy of nonchalance. He glanced at you, tearing his attention from the rain he was watching with great interest to raise an unamused brow.

You kept your amusement to yourself, handing the plate to him before retreating back to the doorway, taking a seat.

He stared at you and your distance from him, before taking a bite and looking back at the rain.

It tasted just as mediocre as it had when he had some earlier that day.

Both hybrids knew that you would take them to the shelter, no matter how much the hare pleaded and begged to just stay with you, how he could help with the chores just please don’t send him away please please please-

You had smiled sympathetically, more than familiar with hybrids asking to stay with you rather than the alternative, but it was your job. You should have reported Shinso to your bosses the moment he took residence under your porch, and could already feel the disapproving glares that they would level you with now that you were forced to bring him in. They would understand, you knew, but it wasn’t a matter of kindness.

It was a matter of losing your hybrid care license.

Shinsou knew this, and that was the only reason why he got in your car without a fight to the shelter itself, but not before informing you that if you weren’t the one to get him out later, he would find you and punish you. You humored him, despite knowing there was no way he could escape a hybrid shelter. Too many had tried.

Sweetheart, did you think he was going to let someone else snatch up what was his? After what he went through to get you? To get his territory? Silly little human.

After much arguing on your part, trying to convince him that he may have the chance to be adopted by someone better, he agreed to the week-long trial and visiting period at the shelter. You told him that you had to say this according to your contract but he only rolled his eyes and looked out the window in the backseat. Brat. But you choose to believe that he was telling you without words that he wouldn’t find someone better than you, and it warmed your heart.

But back to real time. Pulling into the back parking lot of the building, you took a deep breath, before turning to the two males in your car.

Izuku sat in the front, having raced inside and gripped your hand so tightly that Shinsou could only growl lowly in response and glare the whole way there from his spot spread across the entire backseat.

“Izuku, sweetie, could you give me my hand real fast?” He shook his head quickly, foot thumping the floor, body almost vibrating and gripping your hand tighter, the other joining the first to make sure you couldn’t move it. You were lucky you drove automatic.

“I know, I know- but I need to put a temporary collar on you real fast. You don’t want me to lose my job for bending the rules for you, do you sweetie?” You knew it was low, but you dug in deeper. “If I get marked up for this, it could affect my status as a potential adopter. You want me to adopt you right? Right Izuku?”

That made him freeze, ignoring how the feline snorted at the action.

Potential adopter? No no no no no no no! You were the one to take him out of that terrible alley, to show him to his new territory, to his new den. There was no way he would let you go. For you, he’d do anything.

You smiled softly as he let you snap it on, handing the other to Shinsou as you trusted him to be able to put on his own-

“What about mine? Huh kitten?” you leveled him with a disbelieving and unamused stare. In response, he gently took your hand (completely dwarfed by his own, how did you just notice this now?) and placed it on his neck.

“Oh,” he grinned sharply, “it looks like you need two hands to put it on. Isn’t that right?”

Izuku bristled at the smug grin that was sent his way.

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mhathotfic · 2 years

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Hitoshi having to give his catgirl a bath because she got into something when she went out without him and having to fuck her to keep her calm enough to bath her.

She said she could do it by herself but last time he trusted her to do so she barely even got in the water and was no cleaner coming out as she was going in. Normally she doesn’t even mind him helping her, but since this’ll have to be a long bath she’s getting agitated so he has to keep her calm somehow.

She doesn’t hiss when he washes her hair when she on her knees letting him use her throat.

Will wait patiently for him to scrub her down when he’s settled in her and mewls so sweetly when she gets her reward and is fucked against the wall.

She’s too tired to be a menace when he’s rinsing her off and making sure he’s washed her of whatever she got into completely.

Then she gets towel dried, dressed in one of his larger hoodies and spoiled for the rest of the night so she knows she was a good kitty for him

#bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #hybrid au #catgirl #thirst post #nsft post #I missed making content for him ok?#nat chats

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shamefulcumfort · 2 years

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Momo as Equinox the Skywing/Nightwing

Jirou as Songbird the Nightwing/Rainwing

Toru as Bellflower the Icewing/Rainwing

Aoyama as Shimmer the Sandwing/Seawing

Shinsou as Mindwalker the Nightwing/Hivewing

(Credit to artists, I only colored them)

I will not be doing M*neta, just because, y'know, M*neta being himself, he wouldn't last anyway, somebody would have killed him as soon as he opened his mouth, so why bother.

The final group is the 'Soft Boy Squad', I don't think I'll be done with them tonight, but maybe tomorrow.

#art #digital art #bnha #mha #wof hybrid #wof art #wings of fire #momo yaoyorozu #kyoka jiro #tooru hagakure #yuga aoyama #hitoshi shinsou

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king-bito · 1 year

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"Yes sir"

"yes Master"

"with pleasure"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Haen

He/They

Current Sona - TDP iteration

At your service~

#art #drawing #sketch #oc #my art #digital #Sona #Persona #Demon #Demon hybrid #Dark magic #Star magic #Aaravos simp #Shinsou simp

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4izawas · 5 months

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On my knees 🧎🏽‍♀️Begging🤲🏻 for more shounya fics😼

ur on ur knees n so is he!! cw hybrids, gn reader w a pussy, oral, and prev est relationships <33 also set pre eri izuku n shinsou !!

“Ohhhh fuck~”

Your breathy sighs and low moans almost echo through the rooms, your toes curling as your body soaks in the feelings being wrought out of you by the feeling of Shouta’s mouth between your legs.

A desperate fiend when it came to oral, Shouta was a greedy creature. Whenever the opportunity arose for him to have a taste of what lay between your legs, he metaphorically ( and sometimes physically ) lunged for it — like today. After a long day of you being at work, he’d been impatient for you to arrive home, and he’d been very annoyed when you’d swept past him with nothing but a grunted, “C’mon.” He’d been tempted to ignore the word, to ignore you like he hadn’t in almost a year, but begrudgingly he’d followed with his thick tail swishing angrily behind him only to be surprised by the sight of you sitting on the bed with your legs spread and your cunt bare to him.

“Make me cum, kitty,” you’d said tiredly, and he’d leapt at the opportunity. He’d taken his place between your legs, his formerly pinned-back ears pushed forward and his tail moving back-and-forth behind for an entirely different reason as he’d pressed as closely to you as possible before licking a wide stripe up the length of your slit from your taint to your clit.

That had been an hour ago, and here you still were with your cat hybrid on his knees and feasting on the slit between your legs, slobbering all over your cunt as he lapped at it like a man possessed with his thick arms hooked around your thighs as you lay back with an arm cast over your eyes, your now revealed chest heaving as you felt your fourth orgasm approaching. You’d discarded your shirt a little more than half an hour ago when things started feeling far too hot, and the sight of your bare chest had spurred on new excitement from your partner.

“More,” he slurs into your dripping cunt, “More. Mine. Mine.”

“Fuuuuuck yeah, it’s yours,” you moan, your free hand burying itself in his hair as your hips start instinctively rutting up into his face. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck — c’mon, m’gonna cum-!”

Nipping and sucking and licking and biting just the way he knows you like, Shouta moans into your sensitive pussy as a new small gush of wetness fills his mouth as you creep closer to the edge.

Mine, he thinks greedily, his pupils blown and eyes darker than usual as he attempts to bury himself in the taste of you, Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.

His ears flick ever so slightly as the pitch of your gasps and moans shift above him, and he makes sure to keep at the pace and pressure that had gotten you here as they slowly reach a peak amd you start calling out for him, sitting up a little and clutching his face to your slick cunt. He doesn’t mind at all, more than pleased by the fact that his face is so buried in it that all he can taste and smell is you. It’s like a dream come true — his dream, anyway.

“Cumming, cumming, cumming — oh God, Sho’, please!” you wail, your entire body trembling with small convulsions as you cum again. He smiles into you, absolutely desperate for what was once again gushing from your hole and into his waiting mouth. He doesn’t stop tasting you, almost a mindless drone as the motions overtake his mind and he melts into them, and it’s only when you try to push him away while speaking that he wakes up from it.

“Shouta, I need to order dinner for us,” you finally say weakly, and he whines a little and shakes his head ‘no’.

“Wanna — Wanna be good,” he grunts into your hole, lapping at it slowly and relishing the way your thighs twitch around his head. “More. Want more. I can be good-!”

“Let me order dinner then,” you retort, unable to hide the way your thighs jump from oversensitivity as he keeps curling his rough tongue around your engorged clit, and he shakes his head in denial again.

“I have dinner,” he replies snarkily, “Right here in front of me,” before attempting to dive back into you.

You laugh softly, placing your toes and the ball of your foot against his bare chest and pushing him away just enough that he sits back on his feet. “Down boy,” you murmur, and he whines lightly. You just ignore it, sitting up and reaching for your cell-phone then tapping in your passcode as he huffs at you.

“I think American food sounds nice tonight,” you hum to yourself, and Shouta feels his mouth begin to water. You glance up at him, a playful glint in your eye that he doesn’t understand for a moment, then say, “Oh, you don’t want anything, right?”

“Huh?!”

“I mean, since you have dinner here and all,” you tease, and he groans out a growl that has you laughing. “Okay, okay — I know the drill, no getting between you and food.”

#shou_nya.♡#shouta aizawa x reader #tw hybrids #aizawa shouta x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader

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3-dsimp · 2 years

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My Masterlist 🖤

Requests are OPEN✨

This is an 18+ blog only!!

MDNI/AGELESS BLOGS you will be blocked.

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My other blog @2-dsimp is meant for everyone so check it out if you’d like!

(Just an FYI some of the links below will direct you to my main blog. because I’ve yet to transfer all the nsfw stuff on my main over to my side 🔞 blog.)

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Genshin impact

The real Yandere Malewives of Genshin

Obey me

Yandere! Diavolo🔞

JOJO Bizarre adventures

Demon slayer

Yandere! Akaza 🔞

Undertale

Your Boyfriend

BHNA

Drider! Shinsou! doodle

Perv! Ghostboi! Izuku🔞

Perv! Harpy! Shiggaraki! 🔞

Perv Harpy! Shigaraki art 🖼

Zombie! Shinsou! 🔞

Bunny hybrid! Denki!🔞

Scarecrow! Hawks!🔞

Scarecrow! Hawks pt2 🔞

Cat hybrid! Amajiki! 🔞

Haikyuu

Tokyo revengers

Yandere! Shark hybrid Mikey

JKK

AOT

General kinks/Other

overstimulation 🔞

Cockwarming 🔞

Smonophillia 🔞

Breeding 🔞

Cockworship 🔞

Praise 🔞

Degradation 🔞

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Supermanning🔞

Impregnation🔞

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Mommy🔞

Non-con🔞

Yandere Hitman Squad

How Hitman squad reacts when someone hurts their S/O

How the hitman react to you being in a similar profession as them

How the hitman react to you throwing it back

Poly! Enforcer + Torturer 🔞

Poly? Hacker + Sniper🔞

Poly?! Boss + Strategist

Picrew hitman 🖼️

The Boss

The Boss short 1 🎨

Boss + Enforcer + Hacker

The Boss with influencer S/O

The Boss reacting to your favorite cosplayer

The Boss with an darling who went dead silent on social media

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Hacker shorts 1🎨

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Hacker with clingy S/O 🎨

Hacker cuddles 🎨

Hacker: Milkies? 🔞

The Torturer

Torturer chats 💬

Torturer chats 2 💬

When He sees your ex harm you

Random hcs

Random hcs pt2

Torturer + protective darling

The Medic

Medic with elf S/O

Medic chats 💬

The Strategist

The Enforcer

The Sniper

Yandere monster gang

The poltergeist

The Archdevil

The incubus 🎨

The Devilbat 🎨

Yandere Spin-offs

The Hero

Hero random hcs

Adonis with hero darling 🔞

Adonis lusting over his heroling 🔞

The husband 🔞

Your husband short 1 🔞🖼️

The vilian

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The goth

The nerd

The jock

The delinquent

The model

The pervert

Yandere Zodiac Mafia

The Dragon

The Rooster

The Rat

The Goat

The Tiger

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scary-grace · 6 months

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Love Like Ghosts (Chapter 14) -- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

You knew the empty house in a quiet neighborhood was too good to be true, but you were so desperate to get out of your tiny apartment that you didn't care, and now you find yourself sharing space with something inhuman and immensely powerful. As you struggle to coexist with a ghost whose intentions you're unsure of, you find yourself drawn unwillingly into the upside-down world of spirits and conjurers, and becoming part of a neighborhood whose existence depends on your house staying exactly as it is, forever. But ghosts can change, just like people can. And as your feelings and your ghost's become more complex and intertwined, everything else begins to crumble. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16

Chapter 14

There’s something wrong with your house, but you knew that when you bought it. Right now, your house, like everybody else’s, is a total mess. Your fence is down, but Keigo’s yard is scorched lifeless, and the front façade of Aizawa’s house looks like a whole construction crew took a wrecking ball to it. You’ve all been fighting with your insurance companies to make them pay to fix the damage, which involves coming up with a reason for the damages that’s not a bunch of ghosts fighting to the death. Weirdly enough, it’s Tomura who comes up with the explanation: A tornado. The insurance companies buy it, given the reports of unexpectedly high winds that swept over your side of town that night. Sort of. Enough that you all get the repair work at least partially paid for.

You can’t skip work, and you don’t want people messing with the house while you’re not there, so Magne comes over to observe the workers from just outside the property line. The other option was Tomura materializing and staying that way for the duration of the repair, and Tomura’s back to conserving power for when you get home. Now that he knows you like hanging out with him, he’s extremely hard to put off.

The repairs aren’t the only new thing in the neighborhood. The neighborhood’s also got three new residents – Natsu, Nemuri, and the Shirakumo-ghost hybrid that’s going variously by Oboro (their human name) and Kurogiri (their name as a ghost). Natsu hangs out in Keigo’s house, while Nemuri and Oboro live with Aizawa and Hizashi. You’ve got no idea how Aizawa and Shinsou cope with being completely outnumbered by ghosts. The original suggestion was for Kurogiri to stay with you and Tomura, but Tomura rejected that at lightning speed, for reasons he wouldn’t share but were apparently clear to every last ghost in the neighborhood. It’s beyond embarrassing, but you’re getting used to it.

What you’re not used to is the feeling you get when you and Tomura hook up, the one that’s pleased with this but wants the rest, too. The two of you haven’t gone all the way, and you’ve been thinking about it more than you’d like to admit. You don’t want to raise the topic with him. In spite of all of Dabi’s taunting the day you first crossed Hizashi, you’re still not sure Tomura knows what sex is, and part of you is still wary about putting ideas in Tomura’s head.

The rest of you is hinting, dropping massive hints that any human would have picked up on weeks ago. Taking off most of your clothes, not just the ones that are in the way of whatever his hands and mouth are trying to do. Wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding against him until his hips are rocking forward to meet yours. Lying back on the couch or the bed or the floor and pulling him on top of you, talking to him just the way he likes, until he comes at the barest hint of your touch.

Today he’s sprawled out between your legs with his head on your shoulder, struggling to catch his breath as his fingers trace idly along your hip. You beat him to the punch this time, making him come first, and now you’re tense and anxious and almost absurdly wet. The light brush of his fingers over your skin isn’t exactly helping. “Come on,” you complain. You lift your hips slightly, in case he’s at all confused. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing,” Tomura says without lifting his head. “I’m trying not to leave. You don’t like it when I leave too soon.”

He’s right, although you’ve never said as much out loud. “If I can stay longer, we can do more,” Tomura says. His hand shifts from your hip to trace along the back of your thigh, and you startle. “Things we haven’t tried yet.”

Your stomach twists, not entirely with nerves. “Yeah? Like what?”

“You’re the human.” Tomura shifts to one side and his fingers slip between your legs. “You tell me.”

“Um –” You try to think, but now he’s actually teasing you, and it’s hard to think around. It’s also hard to think when you’re running through the list of stuff you’ve already tried and getting wound up in the memories. “There’s fingering, I guess –”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

“Yes,” you say, hating the breathiness in your voice. If Tomura was human, you’d never in a million years suggest what you’re about to. “But I could finger you.”

He lifts his head off your shoulder to give you a strange look. “Where? I don’t have one of these.”

His fingers dip briefly inside you, coming away soaked. You’re dragged temporarily out of the moment when you realize that you’ll have to explain anal to someone who’s never needed to use the bathroom, and you push the thought aside. “I’ll explain when we try it,” you say. Tomura nods and lets his head fall back down to your shoulder. Even though you’ve dodged a bullet, you can’t help what you say next. “I could eat you out, too.”

Tomura’s hips twitch against your leg. He likes that idea, even if he’s got no idea where you’re suggesting putting your mouth. “What else.”

“The shower, I guess. We could do all this in there.” You know Tomura’s fascinated with the shower, which is why he keeps trying to sneak in there with you no matter how many times you kick him out. He shifts against you with more purpose this time, and you realize with a jolt that he’s getting hard again. He might not have a ton of stamina, but his downtime is ridiculously short. “Or we could just have sex.”

“I thought this was sex.”

“It is,” you say. You decided a while back that anything involving an orgasm and another person – or ghost – qualifies as sex. “A lot of things count as sex. But when people say ‘having sex’, they’re usually referring to – ah – one thing in particular.”

Tomura’s still teasing you, mostly, but every so often he presses against your clit with the heel of his hand or slides two fingers inside you, curling them at the perfect angle. Your face is heating up, and it’s getting harder to think. You open your mouth to try to explain further and a little gasp slips out. “A thing we haven’t done yet,” Tomura repeats. You can tell just by his tone of voice that he’s pleased with himself, but he never keeps up with the teasing long once you start losing your composure. “What is it?”

He’s relentless now, somehow never rough, always the right speed and pressure to make your legs shake and your back arch. You taught him well, back when you didn’t know you were teaching him anything at all. You struggle to collect your thoughts, but all you can think of is what Tomura’s doing to you with his fingers. And there’s your explanation. “The same as what you’re doing right now,” you say, “except you use your cock.”

Tomura sits bolt upright and stares at you. You’d regret every word you just said if his fingers weren’t still moving, almost on autopilot, working you up to the edge and over it. Lately he’s gotten into kissing you when he knows you’re close – you think he likes feeling your breath catch – but this time he just stares as spots fill your vision and you gasp for air. “Sex,” he says, and you nod weakly. “Let’s do it now.”

“No.” You sit up and scramble backwards on the bed. “We don’t have time for that right now.”

“It won’t take long,” Tomura says confidently, and you burst out laughing. “What?”

You can’t explain. It’s too funny and you’re too out of breath – and if you don’t get out of bed soon, you’re going to be late. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“You can’t tell me that and then say we can’t do it right now.”

Maybe your timing was a little bad. You only jumped on the first chance you saw because you’ve been trying to figure out how to bring it up for weeks. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Stay.”

“I can’t,” you say regretfully. “It’s Himiko’s party. I have to go.”

Himiko’s birthday was back in August, when you were all on high alert about Garaki. She didn’t really get to celebrate it. Now that the house is fixed and things have died down, her mom’s throwing her a belated birthday party, and everyone on the block’s invited – plus almost everyone from Himiko’s class at school. You’re bad at presents and so is Keigo, so the two of you jointly got Himiko a gift card to her favorite clothing store. Her favorite store’s expensive. It took both of your contributions to get her a card she could use to buy more than a pair of socks.

You manage to make it out of bed without much more complaining from Tomura, although he lurks outside the bathroom door, pouting. “Why do humans celebrate birthdays, anyway? It’s just getting older. Getting older –”

He stops talking, which is what always happens when mortality comes up. “Humans don’t see it like that,” you say. Then you think about how your mom used to react to her birthdays. “Okay, some of us don’t see it like that. And nobody sees it like that when they’re a kid. When you get older, you get more freedom. You can do more of the stuff you want to do. People take you a little more seriously.”

You always looked forward to your birthday. Your parents never made many rules for you, or paid much attention unless you screwed up, but they liked a party as much as the next people. “And you get cake and presents. Most people like that.”

“And everyone has a birthday,” Tomura surmises. “When’s yours?”

“It already happened. Don’t worry about it.”

You change into clean clothes, collect Phantom, and head to the front door. Tomura follows you there, like always. Embodied, like always. He’s almost always embodied when you’re home. “When are you coming back?”

“In an hour or less.” You know Himiko invited the whole neighborhood on purpose, but it’s still going to be mostly middle-schoolers, and you’re not the best with kids. “I’ll drop off the present and say hi and be back.”

Tomura still looks unhappy. “You’d stay longer if I could go.”

“You wouldn’t like it,” you say. “Too many people. Too many ghosts.”

“I don’t know if I like it. I haven’t tried it,” Tomura says. He’s quiet for a second. “I wish I could.”

It used to unsettle you when Tomura said things like that. Now it bothers you. Tomura had the chance to embody himself, to break free of the house without destroying it, and he didn’t. You clip on Phantom’s leash and open the door. “I’ll tell Himiko you said happy birthday.”

“I didn’t say happy birthday,” Tomura says, because Tomura’s an asshole. You raise your eyebrows. “Fine. Tell the brat I said happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” You lean in and kiss him quickly, skittering out of range before he can get too into it. The last thing you need is Tomura’s horniness ruining a thirteen-year-old’s birthday party. “We’ll be back soon.”

You and Phantom don’t have to walk far to get to Himiko’s party – it’s just at her house, in the backyard, and in case you weren’t sure, the pink balloons everywhere would be a giveaway. You’re a little late, as evidenced by Keigo hanging out near the gate, clearly a little antsy. “Dabi went in there ahead of me,” he says. “What took you so long?”

He takes a look at your expression and nods. “Right. Been there.”

“Recently.”

Keigo winces. “Yeah. Recently.”

Dabi’s still a scar wraith, and still pretty much an asshole, but the behavior changes you and Hizashi hammered into him have stuck. He’s being a lot nicer to Keigo, which has resulted in their relationship picking back up, which has resulted in Dabi using every chance he gets to pay back Tomura for all the times Tomura’s put the entire neighborhood in the mood. You’ve managed to convince Tomura that ignoring it makes Dabi look dumber than if he tries to compete, but it took a lot longer than you wanted it to.

Still, you and Keigo are in the same boat. It’s nice not to be alone with it. But something occurs to you as you step through the gate. “Wait, there are people here. How is it safe for Dabi to –”

“He’s been practicing embodying the rest of him,” Keigo says. You glance at him, surprised. “Not permanently. He says he’s never doing that. But sometimes he’s all the way there.”

“That must be weird.”

“Yeah. Weirder when he isn’t.” Keigo stops at the edge of the party, and so do you. “How are you doing with that?”

“With Dabi being embodied? Not my circus, not my clown.”

Keigo snorts. “No,” he says. “With Tomura still being a ghost. When he dealt with Garaki, we all thought he might –”

He trails off, giving you a curious look. You look back, daring him to say it. “Might what?”

Before Keigo can answer, you hear a shriek from somewhere at the center of the crowd of kids in the Bubaigawaras’ enormous backyard. Himiko’s spotted you. She breaks from the group and hurries over. “I’m so glad you’re here! Is that for me?”

“You know it.” Keigo passes over the card. “It’s from me and her. Happy late birthday.”

“Happy late birthday,” you echo. Himiko hugs you. “Tomura says happy birthday too.”

“Really?” Himiko beams. “I wish he could come to the party! Jin’s mom made cake! I bet he’d like cake.”

“I don’t know,” Dabi drawls, strolling up from behind Himiko to sling an arm around Keigo’s shoulders. “Cake’s for humans, and he made his call loud and clear.”

Himiko smacks him. “Don’t be mean,” she instructs. “He could still change his mind.”

“How? It’s not like another asshole’s gonna hop the fence.”

“It’s my birthday. You can’t argue with me,” Himiko says. Dabi sticks his tongue out at her, and she sticks hers out in response. Then she seizes your hand with the hand that’s not holding the birthday card. “Come with me! You have to meet my friends!”

Himiko has a lot of friends. That’s not a surprise – she’s the friendliest ghost on the block other than Eri, and she doesn’t like to take no for an answer. She’s invited her whole class, plus a few from the other class in her year, and she introduces you to one kid after another as her “human girl neighbor”. If her friends think it’s weird, they don��t say so. Most of them are too excited about meeting Phantom to pay attention to you. You get yanked through introductions with almost two dozen kids, until Himiko pulls you around and you find yourself face-to-face with someone familiar.

It’s the last person you expected to see here. Your jaw drops. “Izuku?”

Izuku looks really excited to see you. “Hi!”

“You know her?” Himiko’s eyes widen. “How?”

“My dad’s her boss,” Izuku explains. “I helped out with the – you know, the –”

He lowers his voice. “Ghost stuff.”

“Oh.” Himiko nods knowingly. “That was so spooky! You should have seen it! My humans mostly stayed inside, but my big brother Jin went out to fight. So did Magne’s human, and Hizashi’s – and Tomura’s human, too! We thought Tomura was going to lose until Hizashi told him that the conjurer had –”

“Hey, birthday girl!” Hizashi interrupts. You didn’t see him coming, but you’re not spooked. Lately it seems like he’s been making an effort not to scare you. “Let’s stow it with the shop talk, yeah? You’re among friends right here, but your guests might not want to know.”

“Oh, right!” Himiko looks ever so slightly shifty, and suddenly you’re convinced that at least one of these other kids knows about ghosts. Once Hizashi’s gone, she lowers her voice. “I told Ochako.”

“I told Kacchan by accident,” Izuku says. “It’s okay. No one will believe them.”

There’s something a little unsettling about how cheerfully he says it. Someone calls out for Himiko and she hurries off, leaving you and Izuku standing there. Something occurs to you. “How come you’re in Himiko’s year? I thought you were fifteen.”

“I’m thirteen.” Izuku gives you a curious look. “Why’d you think that?”

Because Izuku was conceived while Mr. Yagi was still a ghost, and Mr. Yagi embodied himself permanently fifteen years ago. But maybe you misheard that. Fifteen and thirteen sound sort of the same. Izuku looks like he’s gearing up for something. You watch him, and he watches you, and finally he bursts out with the question, practically vibrating with excitement. “Can I see Tomura?”

“Why do you want to do that?” you ask blankly. “You’ve met live ones before. You met Nemuri when you got here. And Dabi.”

“I’ve never met one who’s still with their house,” Izuku says. “And never one that strong. Dad says Tomura’s almost as strong as he was before he changed. Can I meet him?”

“Um –” You have a feeling you’ll get in trouble with Mr. Yagi for saying yes, but at the same time, you wonder if it wouldn’t be good for Tomura to talk to somebody who’s not you. “At the end of the party. Before your parents pick you up. We can go over and say hi. From outside the fence.”

“Right,” Izuku says seriously. “Live ghosts that still have their houses are supposed to be really territorial. I don’t want to make him mad.”

“After the party,” you agree. Someone collides with you from behind, and you turn to find Eri. “You okay there?”

“Phantom!” Eri hugs your dog, sneezes, and turns her attention to Izuku, her eyes widening as she looks him over. “You’re like us! A –”

“Eri,” Aizawa says, and she claps her hands over her mouth. He looks to Izuku. “My apologies. You are –”

“Half,” Izuku says. Aizawa’s eyes widen, and Izuku turns his attention to Eri again. “Half ghost. The other half of me is human. Like your human.”

“He’s my Dad! He’s not my human,” Eri corrects. “I’ll show you my human! Toshi –”

Eri takes Izuku on the grand tour of the party, introducing him to every ghost – Magne, Dabi, Atsuhiro, Hizashi, Nemuri again, and even the Nomus, who’ve figured out how to use their human side’s life-force to hide the fact that they’re ghosts from anybody who doesn’t know what to look for. For the ghosts’ part, they’re intrigued by Izuku. Hizashi even remarks that he’s never met a half-ghost before. You don’t get the sense that Izuku spends a lot of time with people like him, because he looks like it’s his birthday instead of Himiko’s. You have a feeling that Mr. Yagi is going to have to pry his kid out of your neighborhood with a crowbar.

With that in mind, you definitely shouldn’t take him to meet Tomura, but he sneaks up on you when you and Phantom are trying to sneak out just a little early. “This is the greatest neighborhood in the world,” he says, out of breath. “Can I meet Tomura now?”

“Not alone,” Aizawa says from somewhere nearby. You glance over your shoulder and find him approaching. “It’s unsafe.”

“I’m not alone. I’m with her.”

“The rules are different for her,” Aizawa says. “If you plan to meet Tomura, I’ll accompany you.”

Izuku doesn’t argue, but he does ask questions as the three of you and Phantom make your way down the sidewalk. “Why am I safer if you come along than if you don’t?”

“Tomura is territorial. Paradoxically, he shows some respect for others’ territory,” Aizawa says. “He views me as belonging to another ghost, and is therefore unlikely to harm me.”

“How do you feel about that?” Izuku asks. Aizawa raises an eyebrow. “The possessive stuff. Like how Eri calls Shinsou her human. Does it bother you? Or you?”

He’s looking at you now. Aizawa actually looks surprised by the question – surprised, and like he’s thinking about it hard. You decide to leave the answer to him. He’s the ghost expert, after all. “I don’t believe it’s meant by them the way it sounds to us,” he says after a while. “Not for all of them, at least. Eri says “my human” the same way she says “my brother”. To her, it’s an expression of affection, not ownership. The same goes for Magne and Himiko, I believe. The possessive isn’t problematic in those cases.”

You hear who he’s leaving out, and so does Izuku. “What about Dabi and Hizashi?”

“Ghosts with that degree of power don’t interact with their environment so much as impose their will upon it,” Aizawa says. “They see everything as belonging to them, if they want it and have the ability to take it. Initially they see their humans the same way, until they realize that they can’t get what they really want from us by exerting their power. It’s a significant perspective shift. It takes time to implement.”

“So they don’t learn until they have to,” Izuku says, and Aizawa nods. Then Izuku looks at you. “Tomura’s powerful now, but he didn’t start out like that. How does he look at it?”

You’re in front of your house now, just outside the gate. “Ask him yourself,” you say, and your front door creaks open.

Tomura materializes slowly as he descends the steps and crosses the yard, not settling into full embodiment until he’s at the gate, on his side of a line he can’t cross. He looks warily at Izuku. “What are you?”

“I’m a half-ghost! My mom is human and my dad was a ghost. He’s embodied now, but he was a ghost still when Mom got pregnant with me.” Izuku gets all the words out in one breath. “I’m more like an embodied ghost than anything else.”

“I’ve never seen an embodied ghost like you before.”

“I’ve never met a live ghost like you, either!” Izuku is beaming. “Is this your house? It’s so old. How does it hold together so well? Do you make it hold together with your powers? I guess you could – Dad said you’re strong, and you’re definitely really strong, but –”

“Stop. You’re making my head hurt.” Tomura holds up one hand and Izuku quiets down. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to meet you,” Izuku says. “My dad told me all about you, and me and your human have been trying to track down your conjurer. I know you probably don’t like people coming near you, or other ghosts, but I thought maybe –”

“Maybe what?”

“We could talk or something,” Izuku says. “You’re the only one left of your conjurer’s ghosts, and I’m the only one of me in the whole country. It can get – weird – to be the only one.”

Maybe you’re projecting, but when Izuku says “weird”, the word you hear is “lonely.” And it wouldn’t surprise you if Izuku felt that way. It wouldn’t surprise you if Tomura felt that way, either, today more than other days – when every other neighborhood ghost is out in the world at a party with their humans, and he’s alone in the same house he’s existed in for a hundred and ten years.

But Tomura wanted it this way. If he didn’t, he could have destroyed the house, or he could have seized the chance offered by Garaki’s death to embody himself permanently. He’d rather be a ghost. This is the price.

Tomura studies Izuku for a long moment. Then he turns and goes back in the house. Izuku looks at you, crestfallen. “He hates me.”

If he hated Izuku, he’d have dematerialized in front of him. You shake your head, and a moment later, Tomura comes back with something tucked under his arm. When you realize what it is, you almost lose your shit laughing. “Do you know how to play this?” Tomura asks, waving the Rainbow Fish matching game at Izuku. Izuku nods eagerly, and the gate swings open. “Sit down.”

Next to you, Aizawa makes a sound you’ve never heard in your life – the world’s wheeziest laughter, muffled a second too late. Tomura doesn’t notice. He’s too busy directing Izuku to set up the cards in a specific grid – only after mixing them together – and then realizing that he won’t be able to reach the cards on the sidewalk. “I’ll help,” you say. “Just tell me which ones to choose.”

Phantom is whining and pulling at her leash, but you can’t let her through the gate without wrecking the game. You lift her over the fence and set her down on the lawn, and she runs off to pee behind one of the few live plants in your front yard. When she comes back, she scrambles into Tomura’s lap, and he takes a break from scanning the cards to cuddle with her. Izuku watches, wide-eyed. An embarrassed flush comes up over Tomura’s face when he realizes he’s got an audience. “What?”

“Most embodied ghosts don’t like animals,” Izuku says. “And most live ghosts see them like batteries. Did your human have to explain about Phantom to you?”

“No,” Tomura scoffs. Phantom licks his chin and he shoves her snout gently away. “I never saw them like that. Either of them. Are you done yet?”

Izuku sets the last cards down. “You can go first. It’s your game.” He watches as Tomura points out two cards for you to flip, then poses another question. “Did you know my dad was a ghost when he came in?”

“Hard to miss him. I had bigger problems,” Tomura says. Izuku takes his turn, coming away without a match. “There were people in the house. We didn’t want them there. I needed to figure out how to make them leave. Without making my human leave.”

“That could be tricky,” Izuku says. Tomura points out two more cards to you, one of the same as before and a new one. “Obviously exerting your influence is the fastest way without materializing, but that could scare your human, too. What did you end up going with?”

“Some guy was smoking on the porch and I stuck my hand through it.”

“Nice.” Izuku flips two cards and collects a match.

Tomura was nice about losing to Eri, but you have a feeling he’s not going to be nice about losing to Izuku. Izuku collects a second match, then misses his next one, but not before revealing a card Tomura’s been looking for. He points it out to you and you pass both cards to him. “My dad says nobody’s lived here except your human,” Izuku says to Tomura. Tomura nods without looking up, totally fixated on choosing his next card. “You sort of got to pick who stayed, right? Why’d you pick her?”

Aizawa clears his throat. “That’s personal, Midoriya. If you don’t spend much time around ghosts, you wouldn’t know, but it’s not polite to ask ghosts how they chose their humans.”

It’s less that it’s not polite to the ghosts and more that the ghosts will explain, at length and in cringeworthy detail. It’s not so bad if you’re asking Eri. It’s downright horrendous if you’re asking Hizashi. “Sorry,” Izuku says to Tomura, shamefaced. “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t know, either.” Tomura points out two cards to you, one he’s flipped before and one he hasn’t, securing a second match. “You don’t have a human. I can tell.”

“Dad says I’m not old enough to have a human.”

“Two ghosts on this block are younger than you. They’ve got humans.” Tomura’s third turn doesn’t pan out. He sits back, still idly scratching Phantom’s ears. “Do you want one?”

“Eri and Himiko might have embodied themselves as children, but they’ve both existed for longer than Midoriya has,” Aizawa points out as Izuku loses his next turn. “Additionally, human customs are different. The relationships ghosts have to their chosen humans can take a variety of forms – parent and child, sibling to sibling, romantic partners. When humans choose another human it’s typically in the romantic sense, and not until they’re older.”

Tomura looks up from the cards. “How old?”

“Older than Midoriya, certainly.” Aizawa considers it. “Legally, humans can’t marry until they’re eighteen or older, but I believe the average age of marriage is rising.”

You majored in sociology. You know this stuff, or you should. “It’s twenty-six,” you say.

“That’s how old you are,” Tomura says.

You don’t like where this is going. “It’s still your turn.”

Tomura gets two more matches, upping his lead, then turns over a card neither of them has flipped yet and loses the turn to Izuku. He fires off a question of his own. “It makes sense that I don’t know this stuff, since I can’t leave. You’re out there all the time. Why don’t you?”

“There aren’t a lot of ghosts left,” Izuku says. He collects three matches in a row. “Not in this country, anyway. My dad and his master did a really good job getting rid of the bad ones. And the other ones mostly keep a low profile, to be safe.”

Tomura snorts. “Nobody around here keeps a low profile.”

“Including you,” Aizawa says severely. Tomura rolls his eyes. “In your case, however, that’s to our advantage. Dabi represents the larger security threat.”

“Not anymore.” Tomura invariably sounds smug when this comes up. “He couldn’t kill his conjurer, so I did it for him. It was easy.”

You don’t like it when he says that. “He almost got you.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“I was watching. I was right there and I know what I saw.” You glance at Aizawa for help. Izuku’s looking back and forth between the three of you like he’s watching a tennis match. “You saw, too.”

“The same thing happened to Tomura as happened to you,” Aizawa says. Your confusion must show on your face, because he sighs and elaborates. “When you hit Garaki with the fencepost, you didn’t hit him as hard as you could have. Your subconscious checked your swing, because your mental barrier to severely injuring another person is relatively high. In Tomura’s case –”

“I didn’t care about killing him. I already killed the Nomu.”

“In Tomura’s case, it likely wasn’t Garaki himself that gave him pause,” Aizawa says, like Tomura didn’t say a word. “Garaki was drawing on a thousand other ghosts to maintain power. Defeating Garaki meant killing them, too.”

It’s quiet for a second. You hadn’t thought about that. Based on Tomura’s expression, he’s been trying not to think about that. “Maybe that’s why there aren’t very many ghosts,” Izuku says with an impressive degree of tone-deafness. “If lots of them die every time conjurers are killed, then I’m surprised there are any.”

“Most conjurers have less than two dozen ghosts,” Aizawa says. You wonder where he’s getting that statistic from. “Conjurers as strong as Garaki are extremely rare.”

“You know a lot about this stuff,” Izuku marvels. He misses his next match, and Tomura promptly capitalizes on it. “You should write a book.”

“He has. Lots of them,” you say. Most of them are still in your house. “You can borrow them if you want.”

Izuku beams at you, but then a car skids to a stop right in front of your house, tires squealing. All four of you jump, and when you see who’s driving the car, your heart sinks. “I am here to pick you up, Izuku,” Mr. Yagi says. He looks furious. “What on earth is this?”

“Just a game,” Izuku says. “We’re being safe, see? All the cards are on my side and Tomura tells his human which ones he wants to choose.”

Mr. Yagi comes closer, studying the setup. “I came along to prevent trouble,” Aizawa says. “There hasn’t been any.”

Mr. Yagi touches Izuku’s shoulder, and Izuku looks up at him. You wonder if they’re talking. Then Mr. Yagi turns his attention to Tomura. The two of them stare for a moment, sizing each other up. “It’s nice to meet you officially,” Mr. Yagi says.

“No, it isn’t.” Tomura’s voice is flat. “I wouldn’t be here if you did your job.”

“No,” Mr. Yagi admits. You wonder just how long Mr. Yagi and his master worked together for. If Mr. Yagi is old enough to have maybe stopped the conjurer before he bound Tomura, then he must be in his hundreds. “Forgive me. Your suffering should have ended long ago.”

“It’s done now.” Tomura looks down at the cards again. You don’t understand what they’re talking about, and a quick glance at Aizawa and Izuku tells you that you’re not alone. “We’re not done with the game yet.”

“Can we finish it?” Izuku asks. “I still have more questions.”

Mr. Yagi looks a little confused, but he nods. Izuku turns back to the cards, bowing his head to focus on his turn. Tomura does the same. When he tilts his head to the side, you spot something odd on his neck. It takes you a moment to place it, but once you do, a jolt goes down your spine. There are three long scratches on the side of his neck, in the exact same place he always scratches – but on the wrong side from where he was scratching today. You’ve only seen him scratch there once, and it was during the fight with Garaki. These scratch marks aren’t fresh. They’re scabbed. Almost – scarred.

When ghosts dematerialize, they wipe the slate clean. When they materialize again, there’s no physical evidence of whatever happened to them before. Tomura scratches his neck all the time, and you hate seeing the marks show up, but he’s dematerialized and reappeared dozens of times since the fight with Garaki. Those scratch marks were deep enough to bleed, but they should be gone. Long gone. Why are they here?

You want to ask somebody – Mr. Yagi, or Aizawa – but you don’t want Izuku to hear. Instead you stay quiet, turning over the cards Tomura points to, pretending you don’t notice the entire rest of the neighborhood gathering around to watch. About half of them are wearing party hats, and the rest are munching on leftover pieces of cake. None of them but Aizawa have met Mr. Yagi before, and as far as you can tell, reviews are mixed. Eri and Shinsou like him right away, but Himiko’s wary of him. Nemuri keeps her distance, along with Dabi and Natsu. You wonder if any of them met Mr. Yagi when he was still a ghost. What they think of him when they see him now.

Izuku’s game with Tomura ends in a tie, at which point Mr. Yagi insists that they go home. As ambivalent as the neighborhood is about Mr. Yagi, they’re much clearer on how they feel about Izuku. “You’ll come back, right?” Himiko asks. “Me and Shinsou don’t have anyone cool to hang out with but each other.”

Jin, Jin’s younger siblings, and Eri all start to protest, and Hizashi piles on by insisting that he’s still cool even though he’s two hundred years old. Izuku’s eyes are shining. He looks up at Mr. Yagi, and Mr. Yagi sighs. “Very well,” he says. “On one condition. That you don’t –”

“Go in Tomura’s house. I know,” Izuku says. He turns back to Himiko and Shinsou. “I can come back any time.”

Himiko cheers and gives him a hug. Shinsou looks a whole lot less certain about the whole thing now that he knows Izuku will be back. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen that look on your own face a time or two since you moved here.

You manage to speak to Mr. Yagi before he gets in his car. “I’m sorry. I thought it would be okay if we stayed outside the fence.”

“It was okay,” Mr. Yagi says. You blink. “I reacted out of fear, not to the facts of the situation. You made a responsible introduction. How did Tomura react to Izuku initially?”

“He wasn’t sure what Izuku was at first,” you say. Mr. Yagi nods. “But he’s the one who brought the game out.”

Mr. Yagi smiles at that. “I believe I understand how he escaped the fate of his conjurer’s other ghosts,” he says. Nobody else has had a theory yet. You raise your eyebrows. “I did some research of my own. This crop of former ghosts and families is not the first to have lived in this neighborhood. It’s been a haven for former ghosts for almost sixty years. None of them would have dared set foot in that house, but they would have sensed Tomura’s presence, and he would have sensed theirs in return. His isolation wasn’t as complete as the isolation of the others. That’s why he remained somewhat sane.”

Mr. Yagi seems confident in his conclusion, and he does know more about ghosts than you do. But you know more about Tomura than he does, and while Mr. Yagi’s probably right about some of it, you’re not sure it’s that simple. It doesn’t feel that simple, anyway. You’re still turning it over in your head as you step through the gate, shut it behind you, and reenter your house. You also have the sense that you’re forgetting something. You’re not sure what.

You remember what it is a split second before Tomura jumps you, but there’s a world of difference between what he does when he wants to hook up and what he does when he wants something else. This is something else. He wraps himself around you, both feet off the ground, holding on ridiculously tight. His voice is muffled by your hair. “You said you’d be gone an hour,” he complains. “That was longer than an hour.”

“They wouldn’t let me leave early. And it would have been rude.” You stagger back a few steps and lean against the wall. It’s the only way you’ll be able to stay on your feet. “Himiko was thrilled you said happy birthday.”

Tomura makes a discontented noise. “It’s not even her real birthday. Her real birthday’s when she got summoned.”

“When’s your real birthday?”

“Spring.” Tomura shrugs. “I don’t know which day. I just feel it when it goes by.”

“Maybe we should have a birthday party for you,” you say. Tomura makes another discontented noise. But now you’re thinking about just how long Tomura’s been alone in here, and it feeds back into the exchange between he and Mr. Yagi that you didn’t understand. “Is my boss really that old? Old enough to have stopped your conjurer from summoning you?”

“No. Old enough to kill him,” Tomura says. “And me.”

You were with it for a second. Now you’re not. “What?”

“When I killed Garaki, all his ghosts died too. If your boss beat my conjurer when they fought, he’d have gotten rid of me.” Tomura goes still in your arms. “He almost did it. I could feel it. I wanted him to.”

Your stomach lurches. “Don’t say that.”

“I wanted him to.” Tomura’s voice is flat, just like it was when he spoke to Mr. Yagi. “I wanted it to be over. We can’t kill ourselves like humans do. That was my chance. And I lost it because of him.”

“Why?” Your voice comes out in a frail whisper. “Tomura –”

“It was never going to change. I couldn’t take it anymore. Isn’t that why humans do it?” He starts to dematerialize, slipping away from you. “You know what you said. Don’t be stupid.”

“No.” You dig your fingers into the back of his shirt and tighten your grip. You’ve never once been able to hang onto him when he’s trying to dematerialized, but this time, for some reason, he lets you. “I don’t know what it was like to be you, here all by yourself. I don’t know why you let me stay, and I don’t care. But I’m glad Mr. Yagi couldn’t kill your conjurer. I’m glad you were still here when I bought this place.”

“Because you like hanging out with me.”

Because I love you. “Sure,” you say. “Let’s go with that.”

“Prove it.”

Now things are going where you thought they were going at first. It’s a relief. Maybe. “How?”

“If you like hanging out with me that much, you’ll be my pillow for a whole movie.”

Tomura’s developed a thing for sprawling out on top of you and staying there, which would be fine if he wasn’t freezing cold to the touch. If he’s up there longer than half an hour, you get a chill. “Seriously?”

“Maybe two whole movies.” Tomura finally materializes fully again, settling back into your arms. “And you have to carry me to the couch.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you complain, but you shift your weight forward anyway. “Hang on.”

In your experience, guys use Netflix as an excuse to get to the “chill” part of the evening, but once Tomura decides what kind of night it’s going to be, he sticks to it. You end up serving as a pillow for he and Phantom at the same time, meaning that most of you is uncomfortably cold and your feet are uncomfortably warm. The two of you are marathoning sci-fi horror, and Tomura keeps asking questions you don’t know enough science to answer. Finally you just wrestle your phone out of your pocket to look up a question about why space travel in real life doesn’t work like in the movies. But once you get your phone out of your pocket, you see an email notification, and you press it on autopilot. Then you begin to read, your heart racing a little faster on every line.

With his head against your chest, Tomura can hear it. “What?” he asks. “Do gravity drives really work? Are you wrong about that like you were about the tornadoes?”

“Are you ever going to forget about that?”

“No,” Tomura says smugly. He pats impatiently at the back of your hand. “What is it? Let me see.”

“Just an email.” A response to an email you wrote months ago, to the curator of the museum housed in the old asylum where Shigaraki Yoichi died.

It’s a pretty brief email. No apologies for the long response delay, just an answer to your question – yes, the files on Shigaraki Yoichi survived. Yes, they’re extensive. No, they’re too fragile to be photographed or scanned. If you want to read them, the curator says, you have to come to the museum yourself.

Fine. You’ll go yourself. You tap out a quick response to the curator and manage to send it before Tomura lifts the phone out of your hands. He can figure out phone calls, and he could probably grasp texting if you gave him the chance, but email’s a little much for him. He drops the phone back on the coffee table, annoyed. “What did it say?”

“There’s something I need to look into about your conjurer.” You think about how far away the museum is, how many documents there must be for the curator to describe it as “extensive”, how you’re going to have to take notes by hand. This can’t be a day trip. You sit up, jarring Tomura out of his preferred position, and he bitches all the way up. But as unhappy as he is about having to move, you’re about to make him unhappier. “How do you feel about having the house to yourself next weekend?”

#lovhalloweenhorror #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #x reader #reader insert #shigaraki tomura #ghost story #loser nerd ghost boyfriend

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marsrblg · 2 years

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bnha fic recs <3 (pt 03)

multiple characters

moving in with them [midoriya, todoroki] (gn reader)

protecting their s/o during the i-island attack [bakugo, ururaka, todoroki] (gn reader)

watching their s/o fight a nomu on tv [midoriya, bakugo, todoroki] (gn reader)

realizing they're in love [shinsou, todoroki, hawks, dabi] (gn reader)

s/o who showers them in compliments [todoroki, midoriya, kirishima] (gn reader)

saving their s/o from hero killer [midoriya, todoroki] (gn reader)

kissing their scars [dabi, midoriya, iida, todoroki, shinsou] (gn reader)

pics of their s/o in their camera roll [bakugo, kaminari, kirishima, midoriya, sero, todoroki] (gn reader)

s/o is taller than them [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki] (gn reader)

them as secret admirers [bakugo, todoroki, midoriya] (gn reader)

their s/o gets a love letter from someone else [bakugo, todoroki, midoriya] (gn reader)

when they're jealous [bakugo, todoroki] (gn reader)

relationship hcs [bakugo, todoroki] (gn reader)

s/o has a resurrection quirk [aizawa, todoroki, bakugo, midoriya, kirishima, kaminari, dabi, tamaki, mirio] (gn reader)

watching a horror movie [midoriya, bakugo, todoroki] (gn reader)

wearing his hoodie [midorya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari] (gn reader)

when they have a crush [midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kaminari, sero, tamaki] (gn reader)

meeting their family [midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, dabi, hawks] (gn reader)

reader's crush is revealed [kaminari, todoroki, bakugo, shinsou, monoma, shigaraki] (gn reader)

flustering them [midoriya, todoroki, bakugo, kaminari, kirishima, sero, tamaki] (gn reader)

complimenting them during battle [bakugo, todoroki, kirishima] (gn reader)

random fluff hcs [todoroki, bakugo, midoriya, kaminari, kirishima, tamaki, aizawa, shinsou, dabi, hawks] (gn reader)

texting them "can you come to my room?" [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, tenya, kaminari] (gn reader)

touching their scars [midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, aizawa, shigaraki, dabi, hawks] (gn reader)

sweet things they do [midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, shinsou, tamaki, dabi, hawks] (gn reader)

them as parents [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, mina, yaoyorozu, kaminari, hawks, dabi] (gn reader)

attractive things about them [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki] (gn reader)

falling asleep on them [midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, shinsou, tamaki, dabi, hawks] (gn reader)

realizing their s/o trusts them [bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, tokoyami] (gn reader)

autistic bf hcs [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki] (male autistic reader)

intimidating soft bf (reader has prosthetic legs) [kaminari, todoroki, monoma] (male reader)

hybrid bnha hcs [bakugo, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya] (gn reader)

giving them a piercing [bakugo, todoroki, midoriya] (gn reader)

flustering them [bakugo, todoroki, midoriya, shinsou, kaminari] (gn reader)

sneaking into reader's room [bakugo, tdoroki, tokoyami, poly erasermic] (gn reader)

asking to borrow their sweater [bakugo, midoirya, todoroki, kaminari, kirishima, sero] (gn reader)

accidental text confession [todoroki, kirishima, shinsou] (gn reader)

random bf texts [bakugo, todoroki, midoriya] (gn reader)

todoroki

attractive things he does (gn reader)

first kiss hcs (gn reader)

he has a panic attack (gn reader)

shoto confesses (gn reader)

shoto being scared of storms (gn reader)

realizing he's in love (gn reader)

late nights with him (gn reader)

reader has a nightmare (gn reader)

shoto introduces his bf to his dad [cw homophobia] (male reader)

hugging shoto (gn reader)

jealous shoto hcs (gn reader)

confessing to shoto [cw gore, blood, shoto gets stabbed] (gn reader)

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misstodorokifreelance · 11 months

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Saw your Boku No Hybrid Academia headcanons and wanted to know if you'd do something for Shinsou and Dabi (if that's possible; if not, just Shinsou).

Hey there Anon! Hybrid Headcanons for Dabi and Shinsou? Well you must have read my mind cause I just thinking about that recently. Both of these gorgeous men are a new territory for me, but I'm super happy you've given me reason to write more of these, so lets get right into some headcanons (I also added Iida and Hawks cause they were in my drafts.) And cause I keep forgetting, if you havent checked out the rest of my lil blog here's the link for you all; https://misstodorokifreelance.tumblr.com/

BNHA HYBRID HEAD-CANONS PART 2

TW: Non/con, definitely a little smutty when mentioning ruts and stuff along those lines, oral, mentions of choking, degradation, breeding kink, and all my stuff is 18+.

DABI

🔹Hybrid: Leopard (or another big wild cat)

General Headcanons:

🔹 Dabi is touch starved to the extreme, and quite often doesnt exactly know how to handle it, coming off as a hissing, biting yet oh so regal person. He knows he's handsome, but nobody who has ever touched him has been kind, so it'll take a while for him to get used to it. 🔹 Once he's gotten used to your touch, you best believe he'll find excuses to be near you. He'll be stalking up to you like a predator and gently closing in on you until you have no choice but to give him attention and affection, and you best believe the entire time he'll be acting like you're just doing his bidding but definitely secretly like it. 🔹 He loves lounging around watching you work about the house or do whatever it is you do. He surveys everything, smugly content that in this house he's the king. 🔹 He's VERY proud of his tail, and often carries it over one arm as if it's an accessory and not his actual tail with an air of smugness. 🔹Secretly he also LOVES and I mean LOOOOOVES you washing his hair. He'll lounge back in a bath against you, purring ever so slightly as he feels for nails against his scalp while you lather and rinse his wild hair. It`s the only time he seems actually relaxed. 🔹 Dabi is super super protective of you, to the point he just kinda hates other hybrids and other humans that come near you. After enough times of you telling him not to be so aggressive, he instead will get a wicked expression on his face and push you into the bedroom as soon as any guests are gone. Whether that's just him holding you as tightly in his arms (plus his tail wrapped around you) as he can, or him going straight for wanting to claim you and put you in your place really depends on the mood he's in that day. 🔹 He's very rough in showing any affection back to you, and he has a hard time not wording everything as if he owns you. Cause that's how it feels to him; he owns you now. He'll have you backed against a wall with his teeth at your neck, or a hand ready to choke you in a moment. 🔹 He has pet names for you, when you're good, but mostly even in casual conversation with him it's a little degrading; everything from 'Little Mouse' to 'Darling' will all have a tone that makes it sound like he's above you.

🔹 He would slaughter anyone who even looked at you funny, he doesn`t care. He's even more protective of you when you're in public with him, and he will definitely spoil you rotten in front of every passer by. 🔹 Some of leopard Dabi's favourite things include; Luxurious couches to lounge on, getting his hair washed, lazy nights, leather clothes (on both him and you 😉). Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Oh boy oh BOY, you do not want to be near Dabi when he's in a rut. From day one he'll be almost feral, and he wont take no for an answer, grabbing you and dragging you to the nearest soft surface so he can rut against you till you're a sobbing, sloppy mess for him. 🔹 He doesn't care what you have to do that day or where you have to be, he's going to have you on your back or on your knees and he's going to be rough and feral with you until he's claimed you over and over and over. He loves seeing you filled up, it makes him feel so smugly proud of himself. 🔹 His degradation will be at maximum here, roughly slamming against you as hard as he can and purring out little praises here and there but mostly it's all degrading. He likes it when you cry, or beg him, and he goes rougher when you do it makes him even hornier. 🔹 He's finishing inside you everytime, you better be ready for that. He's a Todoroki after all, the breeding kink is right at the forefront of his mind and he's getting you full and him milked dry at every opportunity.

HITOSHI SHINSO

🔸Hybrid: Cat

General Headcanons:

🔸 Hitoshi is a pretty laid back, if antisocial hybrid. He'd much rather just nap in your company, but he definitely appreciates his own space too. 🔸 He's very grateful whenever you bring him new blankets or cushions, setting them up wherever looks like a good place to take a quick nap, and quite often if you're not busy he may ask if you'll play with his hair while he sleeps. 🔸 Hitoshi actually quite likes helping with little chores around the house, especially sweeping or putting away groceries. It makes him feel productive, and he'll stand there quietly hoping you'll give him some affection for all the work he did just for you.

🔸 Not a massive fan of other hybrids, he at least tolerates some of them, though its from a distance. He'd prefer to not have to talk much, leaving his more conversational side for when he's with you and there's a bad reality or game show on TV you both can both judge heavily.

🔸 At night though, if you're going to bed he's going to be at your side no matter how he feels. He can't help but feel much more lonely at night, and he needs your warmth to remind him that he's got someone who loves him right there next to him. 🔸 He hates how running water feels on him, so he'll jump in a bath but he's avoiding the shower at all costs, but perhaps if you can convince him with many many MANY cuddles afterwards he'll at least sit with you while you shower and converse sleepily, and maybe dampen his hair under the splashes.

🔸 He`s luckily not a very picky eater, but he prefers to eat alone most nights, but he'll eat fast so as not to be away from you that long.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔸 Shinso in a rut isnt that much different than normal. He'd rather sleep through it than force you to humour his needs. He definitely feels it though, a sort of desperation to be touched, but he has a hard time explaining that so just tries to sleep. 🔸 Its a very different when he actually goes to sleep however, he's restless, tossing and turning and making quiet yowls until finally when you go to help him he wakes up, grateful for the touch and the relief. 🔸 He's rather be serviced than anything else, and likes watching you ride him in particular. He's also very into oral, it's probably one of his favourite ways to handle his ruts and he won't feel like he isn't both too restless, and too sleepy to return the favour. 🔸 One the few particularly rough days of his rut he's more awake, prowling around and just wanting to feel you against him. On these days, he has the energy to not only reciprocate but dominate you in his own way, probably wanting to be behind you and feel you on your knees backing into him. 🔸The days you aren`t there during his rut are a nightmare for him, and he'll be going around your things, especially clothes, underwear or pillows searching for where your scent is strongest and rub himself against it in a desperate attempt to relieve himself. Turns out he really does need to you to help him out, he can't exactly handle not having that as an outlet.

TENYA IIDA

🔹 Hybrid: Snake (some sorta python probably, that makes the most sense to me at least)

General Head-canons: 🔹 Tenya is the epitome of traditional and mature, always one to open the door for you, but he's not big on PDA, unless it's the odd hand holding. 🔹 You wouldn't know he's a hybrid unless you saw him without a shirt on, and he's insecure about that at the best of times, worried the scales down his back and neck are unattractive. Whenever you tell him he's handsome, he'll blush profusely and shower you in compliments of your own. 🔹 He has an uncanny ability to slip into impossible spaces (snakey boi be like.) 🔹 Tenya's calm and quiet on his own, and loves nothing more than studying quietly with you in the library or in his room with some classical music playing in the background. If it's raining even better, cause its the only time he'll pull his shirt off and let you watch the rain drip from his iridescent scales. 🔹 He likes things orderly and neat, including his own person. He'll shudder if he accidentally hisses when lecturing the more boisterous students, so be prepared to give him a tight hug when you next get a moment with him! 🔹 He keeps his bed more like a nest, curling up with cushions and blankets, all meticulously picked out, and he'll enthusiastically show it to you, wanting to hear your opinions and making any adjustments you feel are necessary. Don`t worry about thinking he needs approval, he just wants an excuse to hear your voice for a few moments more. 🔹 You're not just his Princess, his Star...you're his equal in everything. He wants you and everyone else to know that, so if anybody treats you wrong or makes fun of you they better watch out cause Tenya won't go easy on them. In fact, he'll get a bit worked up about it and won't even care if he's hissing or his irises become slits. Nobody can say shit about you and get away with it in front of Tenya. 🔹 Some of Snake Tenya's favourite things; classical music, rainy mornings, a little plushie snake Deku gave him, trips to the market or temples when he's feeling particularly traditional.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Tenya doesn't enjoy being in a rut at all. It feels debaucherous, and he can't stand you feeling like you have to indulge him. Especially being what he is, he could get too in the mood and want to constrict you. 🔹 When he's really in the mood he won't be able to sit still, he'll be on edge, leaning up against you, wanting to twist his body around you and get his hands around your waist. He'll pull you against his body, kiss your neck and whisper sweet nothings to you.

🔹 Surprisingly, Tenya would be up to switching, he doesn't necessarily want to be dominant, merely charming. He wants you to make the first moves, to touch him where only he and you can bond as one. It's like a ritual, proof of his devotion to your well being. He also is up to try new things, provided you explain it to him first and he's sure you won't be in any negative pain. 🔹 First few days of spring, when his rut gets so bad he can't even focus in class is when he finally gives up, and is writhing and tense and unable to contain how badly he NEEDS it. Needs you. He'll steal you away for a day, try to be as gentle as he can. Want to share a bath first? Want to cuddle in his nest? He'll try not to seems as desperate as he is, but once it starts be prepared for HOURS cause he's still a master of self control....in that way. It'll be long and hella hypnotic!

KEIGO TAKAMI (Hawks)

🔸 Hybrid: Hawk (duh)

General Head-canons: 🔸 Hawks likes wearing baggy clothes when he's with you, whether or not you're taller or shorter than him it's all the same. He has hidden platforms in his boots, and whenever you're out with him he'll be fluffing up his wings to appear as big as he can.

🔸He's just naturally good with people, and they're drawn to his casual laid back nature (also the fact he gets everyone hot under the collar), but he needs a recharge every once in a while. At the end of the day all he wants is to cuddle up with you and wrap his wing around you so he can keep you safe. Maybe he'll get out a bottle of wine to share as well. 🔸 Usually such a smooth talker, he'd be surprise you have him flustered. From the first stutter, you'd have him obsessed, and he'd be perching on a rooftop if you were going out somewhere new just to make sure you're safe. If anything goes down he'll take care of it and then leave you too it, unless you want him to hang around of course. 🔸 He's gonna show you off! PDA? Yeah and? He doesn't care, you're his baby bird and the whole world is gonna know it! Kisses on the cheek, nose, forehead, lips. Holding your hand or waist in front of the swooning fans gives him a little rush every time you blush cause of it. 🔸 Unless you can fly, he'll take great pride in lifting you into the heavens so you can see the world how he does. It's almost as beautiful as you from up here.

🔸He's not all laidback and chill though. If he's in the mood then you'll know about it within minutes. He's more than up for games of cat and mouse (bird and mouse?), happy to chase you down with a hungry grin on his face before scooping you into the bedroom.

🔸He's a bit restless, flapping his wings or whistling little tunes whenever it gets too silent, hoping to catch your attention. Either you'll come over at cuddle him or start humming and he'll join in. He LOVES singing with you, if that's your thing. 🔸Some of Birdy Bois fave things include; sunset flying, baggy clothes, ironically watching bad dating shows, over the top public flirting with you.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶: 🔸 Hawks is a dom, and not just that but he's game to get out some handcuffs or other toys to play with. You'll be tied up with your legs wide and he'll be proud parading in front of you before stalking up to give you all his love. 🔸 He's very vocal, especially if he's in a rut. The odd chirp of pleasure here and there, but mostly just really really loud moaning to the point you better hope the neighbours aren't home! 🔸 Don't feel bad if he IS in a rut, because you're so gorgeous he could just get off to you standing in front of him in pretty red lingerie. Red gets him even more turned on, its his fave colour on you. He'll be open and honest about what he needs, and he'll sweep you off your feet and shower you in affection.

🔸

#bnha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha au #bnha dabi #bnha hybrid au #bnha hawks #hawks #iida x reader

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sillyunknownkitkat · 5 months

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Hey !

Now, I know this account had other names and did other things in the past but this time I'll use it to write headcanons, oneshots, series,... about characters and self insert (so reader's) and character ×/+ character

So please send ask but be mindful of the rules that are under the cut :)

ABSOLUTE NO'S :

Anything with poop

Pee if it's sexual (but it can be a little reader having a accident for example)

Pedophilia (the best I'll do is 16 and 18 but if one of the characters is older then they have to at least be 18)

Extreme NSFW (if it's in your ask I'll explain)

Poly releshionship with more than 4 people

Anything with actual rape (cnc might be okay)

Racism coming from the reader or the characters (But can be a headcanons if you got harassed by someone for exemple)

Death (like suicide or someone graphically killing another [for the last of us and resident evil "zombies" dying ate okay]

Sexual Assault (once again if it's too graphic)

SUBJECT YOU CAN ASK :

Any hardcore kink (if you're not sure you can message me and we'll talk about it)

worms, maggots, ...

Fluff, angst, nsfw, ...

LGTBQIIA+

Self insert or a ship

Headcanons, oneshots, ...

Self harm (not too graphic)

Eating disorders (again not too graphic)

Mental illnesses

Hybrid characters (like puppy!Chris, bunny!Izuku, ...)

Pretty much anything actually as long as it's no from the list above

FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS :

UNDERTALE : Sans, Papyrus, Asgore, Toriel, Alphys, Undyne, Mettaton, Grillby, Muffet, Frisk, Chara, Asriel, Astel (I don't remember for wich au or wich au but it's a new Dreemurr basically), Gaster => and their Au's such as

-Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell, story shift, horrortale, echotale, gastergang, dreamtale, Ink, Error, Fresh, aftertale, reaper, ... all of the basics

....

RESIDENT EVIL : Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Ethan Winters, Rose winters, Zoé Baker, Lucas Baker, Karl Heisenberg, Dona Beneviento ,... No big Au's but might change from which game they're in and I can "change what happens"

...

THE LAST OF US (1 AND 2) : Ellie Williams, Joel Miller, Dina Woodward, Jesse, Tommy Miller, Abby Anderson, Many/Mani, Owen, ... the games, not the series, tho

...

SALLY FACE : Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, Lisa Johnson, Ashley Campbell, ...

Same as above, no Au's, but changes in the game are okay

...

MY HERO ACADEMIA : Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Kaminari Denki, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou,Tokoyami Fumikage, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hadou, Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Toshinori Yagi, Keigo Takami, Rumi Usagiyama, Tenko Shimura, Touya Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara, Shuichi Iguchi, Kai Chisaki, Hari Kurono, Kendo Rappa, Shin Nemoto, Toya Setsuno, ...

...

CALL OF DUTY : John "Bravo 6" Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John(ny) "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garick, Alex Keller, Nikolai Badanov, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ, Konig, Phillips Graves, Kim Horangi, ...

That's all for now :) Don't be shy and ask

Hope you have a good day/night and be safe everyone <3

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calciumcryptid · 4 months

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ShinOjiRin Headcanons

This is a ship between Shinsou Hitoshi, Ojiro Mashirao, and Rin Hiryu from Boku No Hero Academia that has lived in my brain for years now and I need to post these headcanons.

Relationship Timeline

Rin had a small crush on Ojiro from the start of his first year, but it didn't cement until Ojiro stepped down from the Sports Festival. He immediately goes to ask Ojiro out who agrees. They date for the entirety of their first year.

Shinsou developed a crush on Ojiro after he stepped down, or at least paused for a moment. He asked Ojiro during the first semester into their second year, and Ojiro rejected him.

Shinsou tried to not like Rin out of principle, but gave up due to the man being too polite.

Despite this, Shinsou and Ojiro kind of get pushed into a close proximity kind of situation when Shinsou needs to catch up on the physical training. Rin tags along, and before they know it they are all dating by the second semester.

Outside Perspective Headcanons

They are so low-key about their relationship, like, ridiculously low-key about their relationship to an absurd degree.

Even the ones who knew about it never knew the full details. Ojiro told Hagakure about Rin asking him out but he never told her about Shinsou. The IzuCrew encouraged Shinsou to ask Ojiro out, only to sympathize when he was rejected despite never learning why. The Common Sense Kings hyped Rin up about asking Ojiro out but did not know about Shinsou. The TokoFlock (minus Hagakure) knew Shinsou and Ojiro were together, but overlooked the Rin variable.

(Except for Shouji, Shouji knows all but minds his business like a regular person.)

It isn't until graduation the rest of their classmates learn about it in its entirety, and they only learn about it because Mina overheard their future plans including moving in together and bothered to ask about it.

Since Rin and Ojiro become public heroes, they are the pair in the public eye. Shinsou insists it doesn't bother him, but it bothers Rin and Ojiro because they have a whole other husband.

(Seriously the amount of times they request for an extra spot is ridiculous. You would think Shinsou's name wasn't on the certificate.)

Aizawa nearly had a heart attack when a fellow teacher told him they caught Shinsou kissing a blonde, and demanded Shinsou bring his boyfriend to dinner. He was so hyper focused on the blonde detail he was caught off-guard when there was a second significant other.

Mutant S/Os Headcanons

Due to his quirk, Rin has a lot of dragon tendencies like hoarding significant others' clothing, and dressing them jewelry despite them not wearing any normally. Luckily, the other two find it endearing.

Since Rin is a Chinese dragon, he'll sit outside in the middle of storms. It never fails to give his significant others' heart attacks. Though his tendency to dance with them in the rain makes up for his otherwise horror film shenanigans.

He will also just sit on his significant others and cuddle with them, and has been affectionately called a 'lap lizard' by Ojiro.

Due to his quirk, Ojiro has mutant tendencies like grooming his significant others or constantly touching them. He will rub heads and purrs too. Shinsou nearly exploded from heart palpation when he first experienced it.

(Asiatic Lion/Black and Gold Howler Monkey hybrid Ojiro Mashirao supremacy!)

Depending on the temperature, Shinsou will cling to one over the other. He will cling to Rin when it is warm and Ojiro when it is cold. Regardless, Rin will have a protective grip on them and Ojiro tucks his tail around them.

They have to accommodate mutant diets, so Shinsou has learned to use his lunches to balance out the immense amount of meat they consume on a daily basis.

Other Headcanons

In terms of pet names, Rin is the only one who uses them as he calls them Bao Bèi (with the 'my treasure' meaning). Ojiro sometimes calls them babe, but mainly joins Shinsou in calling his s/o by their first names.

Somehow, Shinsou is the one with the best sleep schedule despite working at night and otherwise being an insomniac. He often has to drag the other two to bed because they are up training or working on paperwork.

Due to their different schedules, dates are a pain to schedule to the point their colleagues look at them funny when they look forward to a night of takeout and whatever bromance series Rin brought from his last trip to China.

They need to train separately or they will flirt like they are in leads in an action movie. They have one love language and it is throwing hands, and their friends are tired.

They don't have wedding rings, they have wedding gauntlets and their friends are tired. (Hatsume was ecstatic about the commission.)

Seriously, they are the battle triad.

There is nothing funnier than Rin's rich energy colliding with Shinsou's grunge lifestyle. Ojiro often has to serve as a tie breaker.

They are the triad who leave food out for animals, both wild and strays, and Rin may or may not be building a crow army.

They all get equally embarrassed when their friends share pining stage stories. Hagakure especially takes immense joy from dramatically reading her and Ojiro's old text conversations.

#ojiro mashirao #shinsou hitoshi #rin hiryu #shinoji #shinrin #rinoji #shinojirin #bnha

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mhathotfic · 1 year

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A/b/o Bakusquad (and Shinso) with Pack alpha Bakugo Alphas Kiri and Shinso Betas Sero and Mina and omegas Kaminari and reader? Reader is attempting to hide her heat cycle? And it’s making her slip into little space and she acts like a brat cuz it hurts but she can’t vocalize why she’s acting up and she just wants help

I asked to cut it down and got my permission! Let’s go with Kaminari. Also I’ll be writing hcs so I can gather my thoughts better

Warnings: polyamorous dynamics, afab reader with she/her pronouns, vaginal sex describe, omegaverse and hybrid au, dd/lg dynamics, brat! reader

Pairing: Bakukamishin x reader

In her defense, being the only prey creature in this relationship is intimidating

Especially since their relationship was still new

And sure, Denki’s an Omega too, but he’s still a predator type.

With the sharp teeth and claws to prove his tiger heritage, sometimes she wondered if that’s why they got along so well at first

Predator types were rare in Omegas, seen as potential to difficult by Alphas so other Omegas tended to be their chosen partners

He had been lucky though, finding an Alpha more than happy to court him with Shinsou and at the same time she had started courtship with Bakugou at that

But it felt empty when they were apart, and right when it was the four of them

So they all agreed to give it ago and she was happy

She was really! They were so caring and patient and accepting of everything she was and willing to share everything they are with her

But as of recently she could have fooled her mates

She was just so defiant no matter how much they tried to appease her

Even thumping her foot when they told her no and nipping at them just because she was in a mood

Even turning her nose up at the thought of cuddles with them at one point before retreating to her burrow

It confused the two Alphas and frustrated them to no end

But Denki knew better, knew she wasn’t exactly being honest with them

So he took matters into his own hands and went to check on her

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but a whiny little bunny trying her best to rub her chubby little pussy against her pillow and crying about it not being enough wasn’t it, but god it was better than he thought

“You’re in heat, you should’ve said something! We could’ve—” “Papa! Papa, m’sorry please”

Well that’s new

All three knew about her being a little, but they hadn’t experienced this with before

He briefly considers the possibility that hiding her heat from them pushing her into this, but he didn’t think it was time he actually thought about it

“Shh… I’m gonna help you but we have to tell Daddy and Dada to ok? It’s not fair if we don’t. Hey don’t make that face! They won’t be mad if you show them how sorry you are!”

He was only half right

Dada was perfectly happy to know his bunny was just moody because her princess pussy was all sore and achy and making such a mess with all that slick dripping from it

He even let her use that thick tail of his to grind against

Meanwhile Daddy was pissed his strong sense of smell couldn’t pick up on her heat, he made sure she was fully aware that he was tossing those damn scent blockers she had bought

“You’ll either smell as fucking needy as that wet little cunt you got or like the three of us but that blocker bull is done! Do I make myself clear?”

He hums at her nod before before brushing Shinsou’s tail out his way and grumbling about promising Denki he’d be nice about this

And before she can question him about what he means, her hands are pulling at his ash blond hair as his tongue drags through her lips and her gasps muffled by her mouth being filled Denki and her hand guided to Shinsou’s dick

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BHNA OLD Master List

Katsuki Bakugou

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Your New Pack 85.6K (ongoing)

Summary: After your parents pass, you and your Hawk hybrid Keigo inherit a mansion and five million dollars. So, of course you fufill your dream and adopt a bunch of hybrids. What could go wrong with an overprotective Hawk, a skittish Bunny, an obsessive Panther, an over affectionate Dog, and a near-feral Wolf in one house? Let's hope you can keep up.

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The Ups and Downs of "Trading" with a Human 5.2k

Summary: You meet a merman one day and find yourself with your very own trading companion. You exchange gifts of the land and sea. The two of you were fine until Katsuki says he wants more from you.

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Izuku Midoriya

AO3 Fics:

Your New Pack 85.6K (ongoing)

Headcanons:

Bunny! Izuku

Shoto Todoroki

AO3 Fics:

Your New Pack 85.6K (ongoing)

Headcanons:

Pining! Shoto

Blurbs:

( 1 )

Eijiro Kirishima

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Your New Pack 85.6K (ongoing)

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( 1 )

Denki Kaminari

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(1)

Takami Amajiki

Shinsou Hitoshi

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

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Learning to Fly 1.5k

Summary: Keigo has the bright idea to convince his son to jump off a balcony. You dont react too well.

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Your New Pack 85.6K (ongoing)

Touya Todoroki (Dabi)

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My Pretty Little Nurse 3.9k

Summary: The villain patient that can't seem to get out of poor Y/Ns head.

Tomura Shigaraki

#masterlist #navigation #will add more people later #and make it alot more organized

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Omg! Your last Shounya fic was so good! Want more of those, where the reader bonds with shinsou!

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: ngl i’ve kept this lil thought in my pocket for a bit, i love lil shinsou sm. tw for traumatized kids n crying

At first, you don’t really understand why you’re awake. Shouta’s chest is warm against your back, and the room is dark. Rain softly putters against the glass of the window and every so often the deep rumble of thunder fills your ears; it’s soothing, you’ve always loved thunderstorms and they’ve always helped you sleep so deeply ( and likewise with Shouta ), so what had woken you up? You wonder if maybe you had to pee, but you didn’t, then if you were thirsty, but you werent.

And then you hear the crying.

You’re on your feet immediately, tossing the blankets back and ignoring the immediate grumbles and whines from your still-sleeping partner as you make your way to the other bedrooms. Upon instinctively checking, Eri and Izuku are both fine, each still deeply asleep and half-purring along with the sounds of the rain, but the bed you’d set up for the new kitten all those weeks ago was notably empty, and you begin to worry.

I’ll only wake Shouta if I can’t find him, you think to yourself, and you search for over fifteen minutes before you nervously start padding back to the master bedroom to wake said hybrid. The only reason you don’t make it is due to the choked sobs you hear coming from the closet to your left that you’d only glanced in, and after listening for a moment you realize that the kittenboy must have purposefully quieted himself so he wasn’t found.

Regardless, crying so much would make him sick, and even if it didn’t you needed to help him.

Opening the door carefully, you click on the light, pausing as the trembling purple-furred kitten hybrid stares at you with wide, teary eyes from a corner in the back of the closet. “What are you doing in here, sweet boy?” you ask softly, squatting and reaching out for him slowly — though not slowly enough.

“N-No! Go away!” the kittenboy hisses through tears, swiping at you and breaking skin with his small claws. It takes a moment, but when his purple eyes lock on the blood slowly starting to drip down your arm he seemingly realizes what he did and bursts into frightful tears. “No, no, no — I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay-“ you attempt to soothe him fruitlessly as he bawls and pushes himself back farther into the corner he’d found for himself.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I’ll be good!” he wails, tears and snot running down his face as he hiccups out his words with his ear pinned back against his head and his fluffy tail clutched tightly in both arms. Every instinct in you seeks to comfort him, but you fear moving will only scare him more.

Thunder booms, and a shrill cry tumbles from his lips anew at the noise as he starts shaking violently, and you realize that the thunderstorm is the cause of the initial fear. Carefully you back out of the room before returning with a thick comforter from the former spare bedroom that had become Shouta’s when he first came home. The blanket was no doubt saturated in his scent, and the kitten visibly calmed a little after you threw it over his shoulders and the weight and smell covered all other stimuli.

You don’t say anything as you slowly crawl beneath it with him, and he’s so absorbed with the simple treasure you’d covered him with that he doesn’t realize that you’re so close until you start gently petting his hair. He jolts then stiffens, but you give no reaction, softly humming a slow song that you’d heard on the radio this morning; you remembered Izuku mentioning that you humming was as close to Shouta’s soothing rumbling he reserved for the little ones as a human could get, so you found no reason not to try it now. Clearly it worked, because after a moment the exhausted kitten hybrid slumps against you completely, still crying and whimpering but notably calmer.

“Better?” you ask softly, stopping your humming for just a moment as your fingers gently comb through his wild hair.

“Y-Yes,” he answers in a whisper. “I’m sorry for scratching you, I didn’t mean to.” You’re about to tell him to not even worry about it when he continues with a whimper, “I’ll appreciate whatever punishment you choose to give me, it’ll help me learn how to be better.” His voice is small, and you find yourself horror-struck as you realize just how deeply his trauma must run.

“You aren’t going to be punished,” you whisper softly, gently pulling him close to you. He looks up at you in teary-eyed confusion, ears flicking to-and-fro as he mulls your words over.

“No punishment?” he asks hesitantly, and you shake your head.

“No, sweet boy. Never.” His bottom lip starts violently trembling, and it takes all of a moment for his repressed emotions to boil over before he’s bawling all over again, burying his face against your chest as you cradle him close in the closet. You rub his back gently, soothingly whispering that everything would be okay and holding him close just like before as he cried and cried.

“No one will ever hurt you again, alright?” you say softly as he sobs, soaking your shirt in tears and snot that doesn't bother you even a little. “Shouta and I? We’re going to take care of you from now on. You’ll never need to fear a human again.”

In an almost wicked moment of irony, he starts calming down the moment thunder booms aggressively and the power pops out, drawing a frightful shriek from the hybrid and triggering him into hiding against you all over again. It takes around a half hour of coaxing before you convince him to leave the closet with you. He insists on keeping the comforter and you allow it with no fuss, and together you pad through the halls and back to bed, a confused chirp leaving his throat as you direct him past the bedroom he was in before. He hesitates as you stop in front of your bedroom door, but after a gentle bit of insistence he steps inside silently, freezing when Shouta grumbles in his sleep and rolls over, the larger hybrid nestling deeper into the mattress.

“C’mon, he won’t wake up right now,” you promise, “He’s a deep sleeper, can’t get enough of it.”

The kitten mumbles something bcm through a tiny tremor that wracks his entire body, but you don’t catch it. Tipping your head to the side reminiscent of the man in your bed when he’d not heard something prompts the boy to repeat himself. “Mad,” he whimpers miserably, “He’ll get mad.”

You smile fondly at him and shake your head in denial. “He won’t be, I promise,” you say, beckoning him closer, and he slowly does as you ask and steps to you. “Hop on in!”

Slowly crawling into bed and under the covers, he keeps a wary eye on Shouta while watching you change shirts from the dirty one to a loose tank top before returning to the bed as well, gently sandwiching him between your partner and yourself as you get cozy. “Sleep now, you’re safe,” you murmur, and after a moment he nestles close to you, one of his tiny cold hands clutching at yours. He stiffens when Shouta rolls over again in his sleep, but you raise no alarm ( knowing the older hybrid was just searching out for your body in his sleep as he did often ) and he relaxes, tensing only once more when Shouta curls around him and throws an arm over both of you, tugging your bodies close protectively as he rumbles in his sleep. Eventually the boy loosens up, and you begin tk doze off when you believe he’s fallen asleep.

“Hitoshi,” you hear a tiny voice say, and you blink into the dark in shock as you wake up fully. He’d never shared his name before when he’d first been brought home by Shouta, and after the experience you had with said man you knew hybrids off the street tended not to share their names with humans until they met them, so you didn’t push it. Shouta didn’t bother to share his name either; you didn’t even know if the man knew it, but you wouldn’t doubt it with how the skinny boy clung to him as best he could.

Now the kitten was giving it freely.

“That’s a lovely name, sweetheart,” you murmur, combing your fingers through his hair again as he presses close to you with a sniffle. “Is it okay if i call you that in front of Eri and Izuku and Shouta?”

“Uh-huh,” he confirms with a nod against you, voice thick from the crying and from growing drowsy. He’s quiet for a moment, then you feel him yawning. “Sleeeeeeepy,” he whines, taking on the toned voice of an overtired child that you’d heard time and time again from Eri and Izuku, and you just hum softly all over again.

“Then sleep, sweet boy. Shouta and I will be here when you wake up.”

#shou_nya.♡#shouta aizawa x reader #cas has mail !!#caspian.anon #tw hybrids

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