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it's all in your head, i'm inside your head and you're never gonna get me out
pairing: hitoshi shinso x f!reader w/c: 2.1k warning/s: DUBCON/NONCON, brainwashing, female!reader, prohero!mindjack, just a lot of staring lmao, please lmk if i missed anything notes: based on this thirst inspo/acknowledgements: MY LOVER @definitelynotsaint FOR ALL UR HELP I WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU MARRY ME PLEASE <3 + earworm by cottontail
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"you seriously think you could beat him?!"
"you act like he's huge, kami, i have more chance with brainwashing than electrification. if i stay quiet, what's he going to do?"
"have you ever fought the guy?"
the argument had been going on for about… twenty minutes now, most of your other friends already filtering out of your place, but you'd trapped the blond, and subsequently shinso with your argument over the hypothetical: would you rather fight kaminari or shinso?
this was by far the most passionate you'd been so far, answering earlier versions of the question effortlessly: would you rather wear kirishima or mina's costume to a wedding (mina's), have an uncontrollable quirk with raw power or a perfected, slightly below average quirk (master of one). the moment sero proposed the final question, your eyes landed on his, your eyes glowing with smugness when they met his bored amethyst iris's, a spark of interest when you parted your lips to argue your point.
shinso remained reserved throughout your argument with the blond, studying a chip in the deep purple paint on his thumb idly, breathing slowly, evenly, apathetically despite his ears burning any time you'd say his name (his heart rate spiking every time, even with each word out of your mouth being a teasing jab of his lack of sheer power in comparison to you).
"why don't you test it sometime?" his voice is gravelly, nearly cracking after sitting in silence for so long, quietly nursing the last few mouthfuls of his drink while he peered at you; the animated way you spoke, the sparkle in your eyes every time you'd tease him, the curve of your neck when you'd toss your head back at something someone said. swallowing the final drops of the amber liquor, your attention is drawn back to him, proud smirk and all.
"what? you don't think i could fight you?"
shinso quirks an eyebrow at you, an uncontrollable, self-assured grin lazily gracing his lips, "i don't think you could keep quiet."
your mouth drops open to defend yourself, your glare growing more and more fiery as you spin to face him. he could prove it right now, brainwash you the moment the first syllable leaves your mouth, command you to remain completely still while he binds you, leave you wrapped neatly in the binding cloth to wake up in, leave you stuck while he revels in his victory. he could do it right now, annul your challenge before it could become anything, before your ego could swell even bigger.
"is that a challenge, mind jack?"
no, it's no fun to melt your wings before they're built, not until you're halfway in the air, dangling precariously over the raging sea, completely ignorant to the dangers below, complete trust in your makeshift wings.
offering you his hand, he ignores the apprehension in kaminari's golden eyes, "you wanna make it official?"
patience is a virtue, something hitoshi has to remind himself of frequently; patience, hitoshi echoing in his mind when you patrol by his side, promising to protect him from any villains, pulling him behind you if even a mouse came across your path. patience, hitoshi when you mock kaminari for fearing the muscular mans brainwashing, asking if he feared the boogeyman, too. PATIENCE, HITOSHI, it's like a mantra when you smirk up at him, your unspoken promise of beating him hanging in the air between you before you'd even part your lips to greet him.
a virtue, a true miracle he was blessed with such patience.
so, he waits, biding his time until the perfect moment, the absolute perfect time. it was spring now, weeks after your proposal, the scent of pear blossoms beginning to float through the sky. along with the sweet scent in the air, humidity made it grow thicker and thicker, as his patience grew thinner and thinner with every step closer to you.
"hitoshi!" you answer cheerfully, like you normally do, a bright smile on your curved lips, unfaltering even as your friend stares at you with burning eyes, costume awry and his dark hair mussed, pushed back from his forehead, "you look like shit."
the tension inside his body was ready to snap, a rubber band stretched far beyond what he could handle; hearing one too many jabs from you, (today, a text of your merch, a little plush of yourself that you offered, free of charge, to protect him on patrols when his brainwashing fails).
"you should see the other guy."
"oh, i'm sure you really showed him."
"you going to invite me in or just insult me?"
"aren't you going to make me? or not ready to accept the truth? i know it's hard."
he snorts, relaxing against the door frame, deciding today was the perfect day to claim his victory. to pop your ballooned ego.
"let me in," his voice is smooth, your eyes drawn to his lips at his low timbre, lips parting slightly. you feign stepping aside, dropping your head into an overly dramatic bow, only meeting his eyes again after a long moment, the smug sparkle still shining brightly in your pupils.
"huh, sorry, i don't think it worked," you stand straight once more, fixating on your limbs as if searching for a reason why his quirk hadn't worked, stretching each finger as if just to confirm your autonomy, to confirm his lack of reach, even into the weakest parts of yourself.
your wax wings spread wide, curling over shoulder blades, strapped around biceps, wrists and fingers, nothing but clear blue skies ahead of you, bright eyes zeroing in on the searing sun. you've forgotten all about the deep sea below, no concern for the waves crashing over the jagged rocks at the cliffs edge, of the current dragging helpless creatures further into the depths. what did you have to worry about the peril below when you could take to the sky? you wings will carry you far from the danger lurking in the murkiness.
"let me in."
like a baby bird, struggling to leave its nest for the first time, your wings fail you, cracking, burning, melting, sending you careening carelessly into the frigid depths below.
unlike your act, you can't feign when his voice, his quirk seeps beneath your skin, settling in your veins, in each wrinkle and valley of your brain, invading your nerves. your eyes go blank, inky pupils dilating minutely. no more burning hubris reflecting back at him, there's only the endless darkness he can watch himself in, the heat in his own eyes. the hunger. you obey (of course you do), your hand falling limply from the door frame as you finally step aside, welcoming him inside.
"aw, where'd all that talk go?" he grins, tilting his head condescendingly, arrogance oozing from him in waves as you stare at him, defenceless in his clutches, his hold the only thing keeping you from slipping into the depths, further from the sky you greedily sought. you're silent (of course you are, hitoshi hasn't commanded you to speak), a ditsy, dumb, blank look on your face as he steps over the threshold onto the genkan.
"close the door." you do, your arm falling back to your side as soon as the latch clicked.
"kneel." you do, heavy limbs bending and bowing until you were seated at his feet.
"take my boots off." you do, you make quick work of the hefty boots, shimmying them down his calves and over his ankles, his half-lidded stare trained on you, admiring your casual shorts riding higher and higher on your plush thigh when you leaned forward to place his boots at the edge of the step up into your home, the pair sat neatly, side by side.
"you're so good, so obedient," his voice is low, his tone would have you addicted, itching to hear his faux praise again and again if you could remember it. leering down at you, hitoshi is certain you'd snarl at him if you could, bear your fangs, bite and threaten him. rather, you're pacified staring up at him, doe-eyed like this he can imagine how you'd keen instead, how you'd lean into his touch when he pats your head, how your eyes would blur when he calls you pretty, dizzy and dumb nuzzling into his hand.
it was cute, laughable, he has to admit, studying your vacant stare with deep amethyst eyes, the way you really thought you could overpower his quirk, that you could win against him.
"such a good girl, aren't you? yeah?" shinso's thick gloves tangle your hair in tiny knots at the top of your head every time he pets you like a well-loved house dog, "how about you get me a drink, too?"
god, he wants to record you, to rub your nose in how well you behaved for him, blindly following every instruction and he didn't need to spend a single yen on training clickers or treats. shinso mulls over the decision for a second, just long enough for your chest to rise once more, your eyelids to drop in a blink; the expression on your lips when he would show you how pathetic you look is nothing in comparison to you rebuilding your wax wings every time you break out of his brainwashing, not remembering a thing; your attitude and teasing returning again and again, week after week when he knows exactly how pretty you look when your mind was a blank slate for him to carve any thought into.
by the time he's mulled over the decision, you've led him further into your home, back towards your the kitchen where the bet was born, where you began building the wings that would betray you.
opening the cupboard that housed the glasses, the tips of your fingers just bump the vessel with a light tink when his pink lips part to command you once more, "stop."
you pause, waiting oh so pretty for your next instruction.
"i could tell you to do anything right now, you know that?"
you stand like a marble statue, only blinking when your eyes burn.
"i could tell you to bark like a dog, and you would," you're silent, eyes staring forward even as he disrupts the air around you, tracing a gloved finger over the bare skin of the back of your thigh, just to watch the goosebumps unconsciously form in his wake, just to do it without your burning glare. "tell you to sit pretty, to shake, to roll over. would you like that, baby?"
shinso runs his bare pointer finger up your spine, tracing the nape of your neck until he buries his hand in your hair, tugging your head back and forth to nod along with him, "i knew it, you're just a pathetic, obedient little thing."
again, he manoeuvres your head to nod (he knows he can command it, but sometimes he likes getting his hands dirty).
"bend over," hitoshi tugs his gloves off, placing the pair carefully beside you on the counter, admiring the arch of your back as your tits squash against the stony counter. you were a fucking sight, something he'd never forget until the day he died; the image of you bent, dumb, drooling burnt into his retinas.
obsidian eyes follow every rise and fall of your chest, roaming over the expanse of your body, every sliver of bare skin catching his attention, taking his time to admire while you can't argue with his perversions. wide hands are drawn to your ass like a moth to the flame, the curve of your plush skin hardly covered by the fabric, even more so when he kneads the fat of your ass, squeezing and spreading anywhere he can reach.
"should i take these off? hm?" he toys with the waistband of your shorts, as if waiting for you to reach around and shove him away from you, to call him every name under the sun, to threaten his life if he even moves an inch closer, lays one more finger on your skin.
you don't.
"yeah, i bet you'd like that." shinso chuckles to himself, hooking his fingers under the elastic and tugging them easily down your hips, leaving them to pool around your ankles, left only in your shirt and the cutest cotton panties, marred by an ever-growing dark patch at the centre of your cunt.
"filthy little thing," his smile widens, a predatory stare locking onto the wet patch, tracing the shape of your pussy over your panties just to watch it widen, "you're so fucking perverted, huh? bet you've been waiting for me to try something like this."
his cock is aching in the tight constriction of his suit, he's acutely aware of how uncomfortable it would be to go home with cum staining his boxers, but he can't find it in himself to care, not when that would mean taking his eyes off of your clothed, drooling cunt.
"you wanna know something?" he hears the gentle buzz of a streetlamp igniting outside your window, hears your gentle breaths, you don't answer.
"i can't brainwash you into getting wet, baby, this is all you."
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I love how in bnha fic there’s a handful of headcanons that everyone adores. I love how that makes it possible to read so many interpretations of this specific situation.
he’s matching with eri if you even care
bonus comic: (the next morning)
a few minutes later bkg decides to own it and become a rarity stan
edit: now comes with a rec list!
”When did you guys get so tall?”
On and off the clock
MY FAVORITE TEO SHOWS COMBINED INTO ONE!!! I’ve been waiting for someone to make a crossover au. You made my day!
First page of a Gravity Falls AU Comic featuring Hitoshi and Eri! Still coming up with a name for the AU…
Far darker than the original, but hopefully they’ll get their found family in the end (and yes a found family can be two kids, a tired man and a cosmic chaotic being) ;)
They’re gonna get a bit of a surprise… Reblogs are appreciated!
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What a mad banquet of darkness
2021 is the year of realizing things…..
i say squad but they deff don’t actually hang out……….............they’re emo 🤭☠️
(but they do argue in the common area about which mcr song is the best and consistently bump into each other trying to chill alone in secluded areas of campus)
I was sick, so it's been a while since i last did a drawing haha. I started to read My Hero Academia and i'm in love with Shinsou 💕
I had an idea the other day and it kinda got turned into an AU so now I have a LoV found family AU where they adopted Shinsou and omg I love the boys so much,,,, Might make a post ‘bout them later!
MERRY (LATE) CHRISTMAS
Or what you guys might celebrate. Maybe just happy day?
Hi 🥺 Can I request head cannons of Shinsou, Kirishima, Mirio, and Hawks with a fem!black!crush that has a beautiful resting face and a just as gorgeous smile? She’s just chilling. Melanin glowing, curls/locs popping, and full lips glossed up to perfection; Sis is just fine for no reason but suddenly one of these bois does something that makes her smile or laugh and their hearts just nut.
Hi love 🥺💕 Yessss I love this request! And don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about your other request ❤️✨😙 (it’ll be posted in the next 1-2 days 👀)
When Their S/O Is Just That Fine - Headcannon
Characters: Shinsou 🤯, Kirishima 🦈, Mirio 🦸🏼♂️, and Hawks 🦅
Warnings: best boys fanboying over a black ✨queen✨, soft boys, fluff, tiny bit of swearing
Shinsou
Hitoshi has a hard time expressing his feelings at first, so he mostly just watches
He started developing a small crush as soon as she walked through the classroom door
He had never seen someone that looked like her and baby boy was ✨starstruck✨🤩🤩
He swears he literally almost passed out when the teacher was assigning her seat because he secretly wanted her to sit next to him
She sat in the row next to him so that he was on her right and the window was to her left
Shinsou KNEW he definitely was crushing on her hard when she treated him like a normal boy and didn’t care about his quirk being a stereotypical villain quirk
It was a sunny day and she had gotten to class early because she wanted time to talk to her friends (also because Shinsou usually got there early)
When Shinsou tiredly walked through the classroom door, his eyes widened because of how she looked
He literally thought he died and went to HEAVEN because of the way the sun shone on her making her melenated skin glow
She wasn’t talking to her friends at the time because they hadn’t gotten there yet so she was drawing, completely unaware that a pair of purple eyes were watching
She wore a content expression on her face as she looked at the drawing, narrowing her eyes before erasing something
She nodded once to herself, causing a few of her long locs to fall into her face
Pushing the hair out of her face, she looked to her right, smiling when she saw Shinsou taking his seat
“Woah...” Shinsou mumbled unconsciously, causing the girl’s nose to crinkle slightly as she tilted her head in confusion
“What?” She questioned and Shinsou’s face grew hot realizing he had said it out loud.
“No-Nothing!” He answered quickly, the blush dusting his cheeks seeming to redden. The girl’s smile widened as her dark eyes shined in the sunlight.
“Come on, Shinsou...”
“Y-you just look really pretty.” He said softly, avoiding her eyes for fear of rejection. His eyes focused on her shiny lips, covered in a layer of lip gloss.
Poor Shinsou...baby boy was not confident when it came to her AT ALL
“Thanks Shinsou...” She replied, her own face growing hot. “You’re so cute!” She told him happily, though Shinsou couldn’t believe what she had just said
INTERALLY COMBUSTING... “Th-thanks.” He said shakily
Shinsou couldn’t keep his eyes from the dark skinned girl for the rest of the day
Kirishima
Kirishima would definitely try to get advice on his crush from Denki (even though Mr. Electric literally doesn’t have game)
Little shark boy was coming back from the weight room with Bakugou, Sero, and Kaminari
The Bakusquad girls and Kiri’s crush (who is also in the Bakusquad) were chilling in the common room
(FYI...Kiri’s crush can climb on walls and ceilings because she can control matter)
Mina was complaining about an upcoming assignment as she was sitting on the ceiling cross legged, listening to her friend complain
Kiri literally had to remind himself to walk because as soon as his eyes fell on her, he stopped
She literally was just sitting there and listening to a conversation, but Kiri couldn’t help but see the way the sunlight coming from the sunset outside was shining on her dark skin making her ✨LITERALLY SPARKLE✨
Her hair was curly and somehow stayed in place despite her sitting upside down.
Kiri was soaking up every detail from her eyeliner that framed her dark eyes, to the way her curls framed her face
Kiri’s red eyes couldn’t get over her lips though....what this boy would give to give her a kith kith 😘😘
She jumped down from the ceiling, as she applied a thin layer of lip gloss on her full lips and Kiri knew he was gonna get clowned for staring...but he didn’t give a SINGLE SHIT
Jirou made a quip back at something Mina had said and the girl laughed and Kiri could’ve sworn it was the most melodic thing he’s ever heard
This boy is CRUSHING HARD (just like the rest of him....jk....unless 😏)
“Oh hey Sharky!” The girl said, waving at him with a smile
“H-hey!” His voice cracked slightly and Kaminari and Sero were laughing.
“How was the gym?” She asked the question generally, but her eyes never left Kiri’s.
“Fine.” Bakugou replied gruffly.
“Kirishima has something to say to you!” Kaminari blurted out as you raised an eyebrow at him.
Kirishima hardened his hand and slapped Denki in the back of the head before flashing a bright smile at her as if he didn’t just concuss the boy
Denki went into his brain dead mode, and his crush laughed causing pride to bubble in his chest, at the expense of his friend of course
“Do you wanna...” the girl said trailing off as she gestured over to a more private area. Kiri simply nodded
“GET SOME!” Mina yelled as the two left and Kiri’s face was almost as red as his hair
His crush’s face got even hotter as she bit her lip...a nervous habit
But girl....shark boy was malfunctioning at that
Kiri ended up making something up and stuttered so his crush asked if he wanted to get ramen that weekend
Kirishima practically jumped up and down but held it in giving a simple “yeah.”
Mirio
Little blonde boy literally was SHOOK at the fact that she basically had the same quirk as him 😳
After that, he promised himself that he would get to know her more
Though he didn’t realize he would start crushing on her
They were studying in her dorm room, both sitting in this giant beanbag chair in the corner of her room
Mirio was trying his best to stay focused but he couldn’t help letting himself daydream when she was THAT close
Mirio loved watching her explain things, he didn’t even care what she was explaining, it was just the way her eyes seemed to light up
Every time she explained something and he understood and explained it back she would get this huge smile on her face
“Mirio?” The girl said waving her tanned hand in front of his face. She placed her hand on his arm, squeezing it slightly to get his attention
Mirio blinked looking at her with wide blue eyes before he looked down to see her hand on his bicep.
“Sorry.” He mumbled as she dropped her hand, a small laughing leaving her moisturized full lips.
He was sad when her hand dropped from his arm.
He grabbed her soft hand in his calloused one and held it, causing the smart girl to stutter before coming to a stop in the middle of her next explanation
“M-Mirio?” She questioned, her face growing hot.
“How are you even real?” He questioned. He had meant to say that in his head, but that didn’t seem to happen. Her brown eyes blinked a few times before she smiled shyly at him.
“I-I’m really not all that...” she laughed lightly as he shook his head
“Definitely not true. You are all that...an-and more!” He quickly stated back.
“Boi...if I wasn’t black I’d be blushing so hard right now.” She said softly wearing a small smirk.
“Really?” Mirio questioned.
“You don’t realize how smooth you can be.” She said as his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink at the sight of her laughing lightly.
She put her head on his shoulder, the smell of her shampoo and conditioner and curl cream wafted from her soft hair and Mirio wondered if that was what heaven smelled like 😇🙏🏽✨
‘She called me smooth....and I made her laugh’ Mirio couldn’t get the thought out of his head and the sound of her laugh...he would NEVER forget that
His heart was LITERALLY in her hands at this point....She has him wrapped around her finger and he knew it and he was fine with that
Hawks
This man LOVES to take her flying especially early in the mornings or during sunsets
He never would tell her why, but it was secretly because he loved watching the way the sun hit her skin just perfectly
Chicken Wing almost dropped her the first time because he hadn’t been ready for the sight of that level of beauty 😔
He had to get her chicken nuggies to be forgiven
He also loved flying with her because her arms would wrap around his neck and he loved how close it made them
Keigo’s heart literally squeezed in his chest when he heard her laughing happily as the wind whipped through their hair
Her laugh boosted this man’s pride so much he felt like he could single handedly take on 10 nomus.
“Keigo?” She called, causing him to look at her with his golden eyes.
“What’s up, Birdie?” He questioned a soft smile pulled at her lips at the name
“Do you wanna get food?” She questioned as he landed at their apartment.
They were roomies, though Rumi was convinced they were dating....they already acted like it tbh
“Yeah.”
“Ok, let me just get fixed up.” She said, disappearing into her bathroom.
Birdbrain walked to his room, to change his clothes to something more comfortable when he had to pause because of her
She was standing in front of the mirror, leaning forward slightly as she ran the dark lipstick on her heart shaped lips
Hawks had to blink a few times because he wondered if she knew that was his favorite shade on her
Newsflash: she did and that’s why she wore it
“What? You see something you like?” She teased, looking at him through the mirror, her white teeth shining
“Mmhmm.” He said, a smirk growing on his face as he nodded, causing her to laugh lightly 😏
His smile widened as he walked to his room to change
He promised himself that he would ALWAYS try to make her laugh no matter what because it was his favorite thing...yes even more than chicken
Tags:
Older!Eri
Eri to Aizawa: Hi dad
Eri to Mic: Hi Pops
Eri to Midnight: Hey Auntie
Eri to All Might: Hello Uncle All Might
Eri about Deku, Mirio, and Shinsou: These are my brothers
Eri about Tsuyu, Uraraka, Momo, basically all of the girls in class 1A: These are my sisters
Kota: how tf do you have so many family members
I love them so much it's unhealthy
Realized I hadn’t posted this here yet lol.
This weeks monoshin prompts are:
Prop: butterfly
Theme: something strange
And/or
Dialogue prompt: “how long do you have?”
Enjoy!
comparing hand sizes with shinsou
pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader
tags: fluff, best friends, teasing
"your hands are so big…"
you mumbled as you pressed your palms against your best friend's hand, comparing the sizes of your two hands, while shinsou just leaned back and watched you, with an amused smile on his lips.
"is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? because it’s quite cute…"
he teased, intertwining his fingers with you and pulling your hands closer towards him.
How about a simple headcanon question, aizawa Headcanons for my hero academia aizawa
My Aizawa headcanon:
Since adopting Eri, he started watching Bluey with her in their down time. He grew to love the show and now thoroughly enjoys it arguably more than Eri does. But he'll never tell anyone this. The only people who know that he likes Bluey are Hizashi, Shinsou, and Eri
Monoma: Okay, truth or dare? Shinsou: Truth Monoma: How many hours have you slept this week? Shinsou: Shinsou: ...Dare Monoma: Go to bed. Shinsou: I don’t like this game.
Denki: Don't worry, I got a plan. Shinsou: Alright. Denki: TraitorSayWhat? Midoriya: Excuse me? Denki: What? Shinsou: Denki: Denki: No wait-
Shinsou: You have to apologize to Denki Monoma: Fine. Monoma: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.