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yanderenightmare · 2 months
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Deku - Midoriya Izuku
TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere
gn reader
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Thinking about being childhood friends with Izuku, who’s always had a bit of a crush on you. 
You’ve always known, but you’ve never humored it. He’s your friend – anything else would just be awkward. If you had to put it in any other term, you’d say he felt more like a little brother.
You wish he’d allowed the two of you to grow apart – as normal people do.
There wasn’t really any reason for the two of you to stay friends after middle school. His quirk suddenly manifested, and he got into UA – became a pro-hero – and then the symbol of peace. And you were still… kind of just doing your thing – studying, working, struggling to pay rent – struggling to keep a date…
The two of you never had much in common anyway, and you never really knew what to talk about with him anymore – only knowing to ask him how his mother was. After all, you grew out of your otaku phase a long while ago – and otherwise, you felt out-educated in any and every conversation the two of you had with each other. You swear talking to him makes you feel like a toddler learning your first words – it’s humiliating, and you don’t understand how any of it’s remotely stimulating for him, either.
Still, he’ll text you when he has the time, asking if you’d like to meet up at a café – talk, catch up – and you, not wanting to be rude, always accept.
You’d gone wide-eyed the first time you’d met him after middle school. Jeez Louise – he’d had to have grown twice his size – jacked and scarred to no end. It only got worse over the years. Now, adults – he must be twice your size. Bigger even.
You blush now when he flirts with you. But not so much for the reasons he wants.
Honestly, it’s more uncomfortable than it’s flattering. It was Izuku, after all – Deku – no matter how little he resembled the crybaby from your childhood – he’d always be that same nerdy loser friend who’d chased after you ever since you first met.
He might have grown up, but his crush on you hadn’t.
His doe-eyed look of longing and adoration had always made you feel a little awkward – a little sorry for him. And now that he’s become a man, it’s only become even more… desperate… a little pathetic, actually…
Bedroom eyes that make you laugh nervously, pretending to brush it off as a joke but really wishing he’d just give it a rest already. Surely, as a pro-hero and public figure, he could get a date? One of the many screaming fans that pine for him everywhere he drags that awful golden cape he has on his shoulders. And if not any of them, then maybe a model. A movie star even.
Why is he so hung up on you?
The funny thing is, you’d tried vying him of his crush by telling him about hook-up after hook-up, boyfriend after boyfriend – treating him like a girlfriend you could gossip with.
But it’s almost like he takes it as a challenge – talking and helping you through your relationships, giving his input and advice – just like a real friend would… only… always implementing something… something condescending, something suggestive, something saying you ought to be with him instead – he’d never treat you like that, he’d never do you wrong, you’d be taking good care of with him.
You’d made the mistake of saying you were struggling with a class at university – just to make conversation – just to talk about something trivial. But of course, he’d seen it as an opportunity – quick to offer his help, saying he’d taken that class as an extracurricular – just for a bit of fun, he’d said, light reading material he’d done on the side of his internship.
You don’t know why it’s so hard to tell him no.
Suppose it’s the possibility of being wrong – the guilt of thinking he has impure intentions when he’s supposedly the purest person in the world.
But you should have trusted your instincts.
“Please, Izuku-” You’d immediately restored to begging. Who wouldn’t? He’s a two-meter-tall monster of a man – jacked with muscles fatter than a bear.
Your phone’s been missing since you came back from the bathroom – your lips wet with his unwanted kisses – your neck sore from having his fist wrapped around it when you tried stopping him.
You’d only managed to break free after biting – blood salty in your mouth. You nearly vomited, choking on a mix of bile and fear.
Fuck – your legs are so weak, you might just buckle from the dread alone – feeling like a bunny snagged on fox teeth.
“You used to take me when we’d play wrestle... you remember?”
The comment is pulled out of nowhere.
He stalks you, a fond look on his face as though the two of you were reminiscing good old times. As though his eyes weren’t a nocturnal green like foxfire on the fen. As though he wasn’t radiating black whip – ready to snare you.
“Think you can take me now?”
You had your hands raised apprehensively – but the hopelessness took its toll and made your entire body shake on the spot.
Your only hope was to talk him out of it. If only you could think past the fear and string a sentence together that wasn’t along the lines of “Please-”
But something about that look on his face told you he wouldn’t listen to reason anymore. Not manic, not like a person who’d finally snapped – but controlled – resolute – and playful even. Nothing like you’d ever seen. Nothing you could understand.
“What’s wrong, hm?” He smiles, head tipped in that charming way that used to make you want to pinch his cheek. Now it just makes you sick to look at – swallowing thickly as you tack another step back away from it. “I’ll go easy – so don’t worry… I know it's not exactly a fair fight anymore…”
Your better judgment failed you – fight-or-flight kicked in, and you made a break for it. 
Budging into the couch on your way, it’s a messy scramble for the door – but you manage. Feeling feverish with dread and pumped full of adrenaline, you brush the cold handle with just your fingertips before something wraps around your midriff in a snug grip – pulling you back into the living room.
You’re lifted from the ground, kicking – now screaming – flailing in the air before you’re flipped on your back against the couch.
“Don’t be like that~” He murmurs. “Always so wishy-washy~” Voice in a low purr that makes you feel like coughing up your heart – squirming beneath him and his heavy hands as they paw your thighs – manhandling you like nothing you’d ever imagine him to do.
Raking his fingers through the dough before squeezing your ass greedily – kneading his fat crotch against the thin fabric protecting your sex. 
“Complaining about all your weak-dicked boyfriends as if begging me to come fuck you myself – yet such a flighty little slut when it comes down to it.” He sneers, and blackwhip tightens some around your limbs. “Let me help you out.”
One hand tugs your underwear until it rips, whilst the other hand pulls up to grab your face – squeezing your cheeks to keep you still when forcing his kisses on you.
“After all… what are friends for?”
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alottieluv · 1 year
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mdni. cigarettes/smoking, yandere bf!izuku, implied fem!bodied reader and use of fem!body desc.
cockwarming yandere!bf!izuku
whimpering as you slide further down his cock, still a long inch away until he’s balls deep in your cunt. you listen to him let out a low groan, smoke bellowing from his mouth as he puffs the cigarette held in his hand while his other wraps around your waist.
you’re still trying to adjust to the mere size of him, cock lubed with your mixed arousal. the little whimpers you let out feed izuku’s high, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head when he feels you pulse against him.
the feeling of you wrapped around him is a blessing, a reward after a long days work. it’s even developed into a routine: go to work, come home to you, massage the tension out of his shoulders, fuck you until all you know is his cock. and it is then that the reward becomes a slowly-fed obsession.
izuku pulls you to his chest, a crazed glimmer of addiction in his eyes before he takes a drag and captures your lips in his. the taste of cigarettes lies sour, the smoke following izuku’s tongue as he hungrily shoves it down your throat.
he separates when the smoke dissolved into the air, takes a puff of the cigarette, and moves against your lips—slowly, so sensually, that it makes your core throb against him with every smack of your lips, filled with lust and mind substance.
he lets his mind read your movements, memorize them. your hands splayed on his chest, hips twitching ever so slightly. god, he could stay here for hours just kissing you like this.
only until you start to move on your own. that’s when he’ll really have to punish you.
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derpy-dogs-n-cats · 2 months
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Longing
Main Masterlist
BNHA Masterlist
Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.
Warnings: Somewhat suggestive themes.
Summary: After keeping your feelings quiet for so long for the sake of others, a breaking point is finally found.
W/C: 2.1k+
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“The thing is, recently, my heart’s been all stirred up about something.” You hear an all too familiar voice say as you exit the kitchen with your bottle of water in hand. “It’s love!” Another of your classmates yells, having you stopping in your tracks with your eyes setting on the sight taking place in the living room of the dorms. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?! GLOVE?! SHOVE?! DOVE?! I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE, WHAT’S THAT?!” Uraraka shouts while waving her hands frantically.
“Who is it? Midoriya or Iida? You’re always hanging out with those two boys.” Mina continues to press all while you clench your teeth. “You’ve got it all wrong!” Uraraka denies while covering her face with her hands, resulting in her accidentally activating her quirk on herself and floating to the ceiling with what little of her cheeks she’s unable to cover being overly red, the sight having you knitting your brows in frustration.
This isn’t the first time her crush on Izuku was called out, nor is it the first time that you’re forced to swallow your words, having them burning at your throat like bile threatening to rise. You can’t even recall the last time you actually felt comfortable in your group of so called friends, having been put through too many conversations encouraging Uraraka with her crush on the sunshine classmate yet none to you.
They’ve all been too busy lending their support to her crush that she’s not even willing to admit yet is still willing to get possessive and jealous over, too busy to notice you looking at him similarly, too busy to notice that you were the first one to actually like him and get close to him. But it doesn’t matter that you’ve liked him for longer, because they’ve only known of Uraraka’s crush on Izuku, so if you were to say anything of your own crush of him…
So instead, you’re stuck unable to act on your feelings for him as to not have your ‘friends’ glare daggers at you, and have to leave it to someone who doesn’t even have the guts to admit her crush to her friends, let alone to the one she likes. You grip the bottle in your shaky hand and walk to the entrance of the dorms, wanting to leave the building for some fresh air instead. After shutting the door behind you, your ears fill with the sound of crickets instead, soon followed by a long sigh slowly leaving your mouth.
You move to sit at the steps that lead to the entrance while you unscrew the cap of the bottle, bringing it to your parted lips just as you’re about to sit only to once again stop in your tracks. “That’s not it, Iida looked different; bent his back I think. He’s so flexible, I can see his shape in my head…” Your eyes trail to Izuku on his knees bent over some of his notes and take notice of the thin layer of sweat coating him, no doubt having been practicing his moves.
“Hey.” You call out to him with your arm stretched towards him, offering him your water. His face immediately brightens from the neutral expression as soon as he sees you and stands on his feet to rush over to you and take the bottle. “Thank you so much.” He smiles at you with rosy cheeks, probably from the workout, and then downing almost the entire bottle, unknowingly giving you a show in a perfect side angle of his adam’s apple smoothly bobbing up and down.
Izuku finally brings the bottle back down and takes in a deep breath followed by a small awkward chuckle at how you just witnessed him almost choking by depriving himself of air in favor of water. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes with his blush deepening a few shades. “It’s okay, don’t-” You clear your throat. “Don’t worry about it.” You assure, averting your eyes to try and compose yourself after the front row seat of the show he just gave you.
“Oh, are you thirsty? There’s still some left.” He offers you back the bottle with innocent eyes, the blush on his cheeks fading away. “No- it’s okay, I just… thought you were thirsty, so I gave you the water.” You wave your hand dismissively. “It was… yours?” He asks. “Yea- don’t think about it too hard, I can just go get another one.” You try to assure him with a smile, starting to turn around. “No!” He blurts out, startling you.
“I mean, this was your bottle first and there’s still some left.” He looks away almost shyly while offering you back the bottle with about a quarter of water left as his cheeks start to feel warm again. You stare at the bottle briefly and look back at Izuku and take in his nervous form, seeing how he averts his eyes with pink cheeks, fiddles with his shirt with his empty hand and ever so slightly traces his shoe along the ground and suddenly, something buried deep beneath you finally takes hold.
You grab the bottle with confidence, something that has Izuku looking at you again, and bring it to your lips, tilting your head back with the same side angle he gave you and stare him down for a few seconds as you drink the water before closing your eyes and drinking the last of the water, taking in the taste of the last thing he ate, the piece of mint chocolate he had after dinner, the same mint he’s been having every day for the past few days now leaving a fresh taste on your tongue.
Finally, you bring the bottle back down and forward it to him with your face in a neutral expression aside from the way one of your brows is lightly raised with the corner of your lips ever so slightly turned upwards as if daring him to take it back. Izuku looks at you with his eyes faintly widened, a look in the emerald irises that you can’t quite recognize. “Do you…” He pauses in a low voice that contrasts his usually higher-pitched and softer voice.
“Want to… drink more water?” He suggests, his voice remaining low in an alluring tone, his half-lidded eyes staring deeply into yours, and if it weren’t for how warm you felt inside, you’d find his supposed double-meaning line funny rather than arousing. “Yeah…” The word leaves you in a breathy manner. “Wait, you have some…” His hand slowly reaches forward and holds the side of your face, his thumb touching the corner of your lips and smearing a drop of water along your skin before wiping it off.
He leaves his hand on your cheek and then slowly brings his other one to your other cheek, holding your face gently in his rough hands without breaking his gaze from you. “Don’t move.” He whispers, his face closing in on yours. You stare back at his eyes which seem darker than usual and let him lean in closer until his nose touches yours, your eyes barely open, and until he pulls you in with his hands to press his lips deeply into yours.
You breathe out a startled gasp at what you thought would be a soft gentle kiss instead being a deep one filled with an underlying passion heavier than you initially thought. While Izuku’s eyes easily fall shut into the kiss, yours get blown wide open at the unexpected roughness of the kiss, one of your hands reaching to the front of his shoulder to push lightly away only for one of his hands to immediately leave your face and grip at your wrist firmly, keeping you from pushing him away.
As if understanding the reason behind your startled reaction, he slows down the kiss but remains on the same level of passion as he continues to press his lips as deeply into yours, only slowing his movements enough for you to keep up. The slower pace helps lull you to a sense of comfort and eases you enough to have your eyes fluttering shut and start to move your lips along his, your softer movements contrasting his rougher ones, his own seeming almost desperate.
The hand holding at your wrist loosens its grip and slowly drags yours up to his face with you starting to catch up to his pace, your other hand rushing to wrap your arm around the expanse of his shoulders and pull him deeper in the kiss with your hand on the side of his jaw. Instinctively, his own hands waste no time rearranging themselves with one setting at the back of your head and his other arm wrapping around you, forearm pressed along the length of your back with his hand pressed against your upper back.
While he pulls your entire body into his, he fails to fight the urge to grip the back of your shirt in his rough hand, desperately wanting to feel the skin hiding beneath the cloth. As your lips continue to mesh together, you return the same desperate feeling by gripping at the back of his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles under the shirt urging you to further explore him.
You give in to the temptation and let your hand travel back along his shoulders, the back of his neck, and then over his front as you kiss, at this point both of you are breathing heavily into the kiss against each other, not wanting to break apart even to steady your breaths. With your hand pressed on his chest, feeling the muscle hiding under his shirt, the warmth in his chest reaches a scalding temperature that spreads throughout his body until it grows too scorching to handle.
The hand on your back leaves to your arm that keeps your hand pressed on his chest, pleased to feel your body remaining close to his of his own free will. You feel his hand give your arm a small squeeze before releasing it and following its length with his fingers just barely brushing along your skin, the feather-light grazing giving you goosebumps until his hand reaches your wrist once again, taking hold of it much more gently than last time in a silent cue to signal your departure.
Izuku finally breaks the kiss with a moan and pulls back, only enough to still have his lips skimming against yours as you rest your foreheads against each other. Your eyes open to gaze into one another briefly before closing again, instead focusing on catching your breaths, feeling your hot breaths colliding in small pants with his thumb tracing small patterns along the underside of your wrist, tenderly pressing over your fast pulse and giving a reassuring squeeze as if to help gently bring you back down from the kiss.
Your eyes part open to find his already staring at you with half-lidded eyes and seeing someone other than the shy skittish boy you’d grown used to seeing, instead, seeing a confident young man staring back at you. “Where did you learn how to kiss like that?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper to which he lets out a small breathy chuckle. “You know me… I just study a lot.” He smiles, the dark look in his eyes having faded away to a more tender one.
You smile at him in amusement with an airy chuckle of your own leaving you, not knowing if to assume him having read up on how to kiss or having seen others do so. “I haven’t kissed anyone else, if that’s what your wondering…” He says in a somewhat hopeful manner, unbeknownst to you how he hoped you having wanted to be his first kiss, and how he hopes to have been your first as well. “I…” You speak while pulling away enough to look at him properly, the smile on your face suddenly fading away.
Izuku’s smile falters after yours, taking in your line of sight set on something off to the side behind him and turning around to follow it, his eyes falling on the group of girls staring through the window with horror in their eyes as if offended at what just took place. His gaze shifts over to Mina holding a teary Uraraka and the way he feels you rip away from his hands pulls him back to reality.
Turning back around to you, he barely has time to register you running away from him. “No! Wait!” He shouts for you, voice back in his higher pitched tone and arms instinctively reaching out for you, seeing you disappear in the trees that surround the dorms, his body freezing in place with his arms staying open for you. “Please.” He utters, his vision starting to water with his hand trembling.
“Don’t leave me.”
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red-writes · 1 year
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Yandere x virgin darling
Mha yanderes x virgin darling
Content warnings: dubcon/noncon, coercion, manipulation, grinding, some smut.
Red’s note: none of them are very nice lmao but I cant say I hate it
DEKU:
Izuku knows everything about you. He knows your shoe size, what allergies you have, he even knows what foods give you the runs. He knows you’re a virgin and uses the fact against you. Izuku wants you to want him, he won’t touch you until you’re ready but he’ll force you to be ready. What he does is so extremely manipulative, he shows off his body around the house more and more. Starting off with with no shirt, then no pants and he’s just in underwear, fat bulge pressing against the tight fabric and he knows you’re looking. He knows your cute legs are pressing together and rubbing together whenever you see him. He even ups the ante by touching you so gently, so innocently. Simply leaving his hand on your thigh for a little too long or cupping your cheek and leaning in almost until your lips touch only to back off and give you a cheeky little grin. He knows it’s becoming too much for you and he’s right, one night after he comes back home from work you sit him down and confess you’re ready to have sex. Just like he planned. You’re such a good, easy girl.
BAKUGOU:
Katsuki isn’t as nice as deku is. Best believe since he’s locked you up in his high rise you’ve been getting toyed with every night. It goes like this: he comes home from work, showers, spreads your legs and eats you out up until you’re about to cum then pulls away and turns over bidding you a good night. It’s extremely frustrating, every night it’s the same thing, your silly little brain always hopes to achieve that high but you never do and it leaves you feeling unfulfilled and Katsuki knows it. He can see it in the way you pout and whine once he pulls away from your soaked pussy, he sees it in the way you grip his shirt and beg him for more deep and intense kisses than the one usual peck. Katsuki is so intricate in his plan he trains your body to not even feel pleasure from masturbating anymore, the only thing you can feel good from is him and it all comes to a head one night where you sloppily grind your hips down on his lap and plead for him to fuck you.
TODOROKI:
Shoto is so gentle with you. He, unlike Bakugou and deku, is completely content with not having sex. He truly just loves being around you everyday and he could die happy just being able to live a little domestic life with you. The issue comes with you and your needs. He’s very dense, even though he meticulously plotted out your kidnapping he can’t seem to pick up on social cues that well and so he doesn’t realize when you’re feeling flirty or needy or anything like that he puts it off as you finally coming around to him rather than you needing to be fucked within an inch of your life. His unawareness is mistaked by you for refusal or disinterest so you turn to self-pleasure. In shoto’s case, he finally gets the message when he comes home early one night to surprise you only to find you masturbating with his hero costume against your nose, inhaling his musk. It’s a filthy sight and yet Shoto gets harder than he’s ever been in his life and proceeds to take your virginity with so much care :( it’s kinda cute until he keeps you up until 4am giving you creampies.
KIRISHIMA:
Kiri is extremely patient with you. You were scared off from sex after seeing how big he was but Kiri has a plan to help you get over your fear, after all he always gets what he wants and what he wants the most is you, all of you. Kiri’s plan involves making his size seem manageable and less intimidating. He sits you on his lap, pants off as you slide his length between your pussy lips. Fat tip pressing up against your clit causing you to shake and moan and he loves it. He's eating up every whimper, cry and mewl you make. He lets you cum as much as you want on his fat dick, so much so you tire out and he has to carry you to bed. It’s only a matter of time before you get tired of creaming on his cock like that and you’ll want it inside instead. So he isn’t shocked, although he pretends to be, when you’re hovering over his cock, slowly sitting down on it as your legs tremble from the burn his size is giving to you. 
SHINSO:
Contrary to Shinso’s quirk, I think he wouldn't use it on you in order to take your first time (although he will in other circumstances), he isn't a monster, he thinks it's hotter if you came to him desperate and horny but he knows that as it stands you aren't going to so he’ll give you a little help. He’ll sit you on his lap with nothing on while a video of two people fucking plays on the big screen in front of you. His fingers will find your nipples and squeeze them, his lips will kiss your neck and suck bruises onto the skin. He’ll spread your legs and play with the wetness between your legs before you beg him to finally make you cum and he will. He’ll use his fingers to circle your clit under you head is tossed back against his shoulder and your panting as you get nearer and nearer to your orgasm and he’ll make you cum hard. But after that he expects you to return the favor and unfortunately he's past the limit where he’ll take no for an answer 
MIRIO:
Mirio is just convinced that unless you fuck him you don't actually love him, out of everyone his delusion is definitely the worst. He’ll reach his limit of you not loving him very fast and he’ll definitely push you up against a counter and grind against you whilst whispering the most insanely filthy things to you. It’ll be impossible to get out of his grip and eventually he’ll shuck your pants down and  give himself a pussyjob until he’s satisfied with the feeling of your gooey cunt on his cock. Mirio is an insatiable man. Pussyjobs lead to titjobs, forcing you to push together your chest to make a makeshift pussy for him to fuck his cock between. 
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lady-ashfade · 2 months
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Strawberry Bunny
Day 4 of celebration marathon
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Yandere class 1A x bunny!hybrid!fem!reader
-£ ask: “Yandere mha reaction with Strawberry Bunny reader in their bunny form” I was telling them about this so they requested it for this marathon @serxinns
-£words: 1k
-£ warning: yandere behavior, readers fur color being pink and white, bunny from coral island, short fic.
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no one knew were you hid yourself at random parts of the day, one minute you’re there and the next you’ve disappeared.
the class was overbearing in your normal form, constantly picked at your cheeks and touching your fluffy ears. no one cared how flustered you got, they’d just coo and continue to baby you. the girls found it comforting to have you on their laps and play with your ears, even enjoying to watch you eat with your nose twitching.
however, todoroki was part of that train. you were his source of comfort when he was angry or needed a break.
Mina liked to dress you up in pink clothes, Tsu would be there taking pictures with Ochako.
deku knew about your quirk front to back like everyone else in his notebook. which foods refilled your energy, how often you took naps, were to scratch your ears. he knew everything about you, good and bad.
however none of them had ever seen you as a bunny. the small animal you turned into made you shy and skittish, and you wanted to rest without your friends petting you. even your teacher, aizawa had never seen you like that before.
“guys,” denki put down the switch in his hands while his friends payed attention to different things. Bakugo and kiri fighting over the game on the tv, Jiuro looking through a magazine while Mina watched tiktoks with her feet rested over kiri.
“do you guys here that?” the only one to turn their heads was jiuro. She looked around and tried to listen but the boys yelling blocked her from hearing anything.
“No, no,” denki got up from the bed , “it’s whimpering, and it sounds like a animal.” Mina looked up to the boy jumping over her. this caught her attention at the word animal. she placed her phone down and lifted herself up to follow him.
“What animal would be in the dorms? Do you think koji has one?” it wasn’t a bad guess really, the boy did it often.
“Where the hell are you guys going?” The angry blonde shouts while still staring at the tv and smashing the controllers in his hands. “Bring me a coke if you’re going to the kitchen.” Kirishima asked while doing the same as his friend.
they hummed and exited the room and they heard the sound get louder, just outside their door was a vent at the top of the wall. They heard squeaky. Their eyes fell on a small fluffy animal with pink and white fur, the legs kicking around to try and stay in the vent but was close to falling.
“That’s weird,” denki titled his head when he noticed something familiar. You had the same patterns on your ears, he knew them like the back of his hands.
“Don’t just stand there!” Mina elbowed him and jumped forward to help the animal stuck, she tried to reach for it but was to high. “It’s okay little buddy, Mina’s got you!” She tried to soothe the thing but it just got more intense with it’s kicking.
but it didn’t help them, when they started to panic their body started to fall back and the small feet started to kick them off the walls.
you started to squeal and pray you could get back up but you weren’t ever that lucky. so you feel down and Mina was quick to catch you and hold you close. you tried to get away but she didn’t let you go.
“it seems so scared,” she coo’d and looked over your bunny form, “what do you think spooked it?”
She didn’t get a response as denki just looked at you. The gears in his head spinning and it only took a moment before his eyes went wide while looking into your eyes.
“It’s y/n!” he shouted excitedly and tried to reach for you but mina turned and held you close.
“No! I got her first! She came to me.” She started to pet your fur. The mention of you made her protective and clingy. and now that you were a hopeless little bunny, she couldn’t let you go!
“Not fair,” he pouted, “I heard her cries! It was me, so give her to me.”
the whole class heard them argue, and you whining to be let go. soon the students exited their our rooms and find them in the hallway, even the students below. they found you in her arms as a bunny. now everyone started to fight at who got to hold you since they have never seen you like this before.
some tried to steal you away. So you were going from classmate to classmate. You hated it. This was the reason you didn’t want to show them!
as they all fought they didn’t notice their teacher approached and readying his quirk. sero got to you and made a run for it but he was met with Aizawa standing their with his scarf and his eyes glowing red. He looked deadly and ready to fight a villain.
“Give her.” He demanded and sero was quick to obey. Once aizawa had you he walked off to his room leaving them disappointed and upset. iida and Tsu tried to calm everyone down but missed your presence.
once you were back in his room he placed you down, “you okay kid?” within seconds you transformed back into your human form. you sighed.
“No, I just wanted some peace and quiet. I took a wrong vent and got caught.” he hummed and patted your head.
“all you have to do is ask and I’ll tell them to back off, or you can come here and rest.” He threw a blanket over himself and yawned.
“I off all people know how much naps help.”
you nodded your head, “can you lift me into the vent again?” he groaned but complied to your request.
once you were back into your bunny form he lifted you into the vent and you ran off, your little footsteps echoed off the metal. you went back to your dorm and locked your door, then went under your bed to the nest you made for yourself.
but the underlying problem was that when you went to class the next morning they would all be all over you.
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gglitch1dd · 1 year
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Adrenaline Lust
Villain Midoriya Izuku x AFAB Reader
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Based off of THIS POST/REQUEST I got for villain Deku.
Villain Deku and you have just escaped the police and heroes but not without having to drop bodies on the way. But as you try to catch your breath, your darling lover can't get his eyes off of you.
Note: TW:blood, mentions of murder and death of heroes, no explicit description of killing, NSFW, SMUT. Reader is AFAB. Pretty sure Izuku has a blood kink. Basically Izuku getting horny over Reader fighting with him.
You had just gotten away from the police and heroes. You checked outside the apartment you were in, the door locked and the windows shut with the curtains drawn. You were on edge since you had escaped from the heroes. They were high and right on your trail. You had no idea how you both managed to escape or how you got found out initially. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, get information off the computer and get out. Yet here the both of you were. You assumed Midoriya and you had been betrayed, which seemed like the most obvious choice.
Midoriya was on the couch as he caught his breath. He had a huge battle with Dynamight, the two of them always going neck to neck against each other. It was exhausting but exhilarating. It always left his heart beating out of his chest and him wanting more. It made him feel like his blood was pumping and it was. With adrenaline going through his veins he felt the same chilling rush he felt through his deeds.
His men would be here soon to collect you and no doubt the heroes went some other way by now. It was all just a matter of time by waiting.
You sighed seeing that everything was clear, the both of you were fine and nothing was to worry about. You didn’t know who’s apartment this was, by the looks of it, it was a show apartment so it had nothing in it at the moment other than the few basic furniture and the lights on. Midoriya watched you with his dark eyes, watching your every move intensely. The blood splattered on your body from the heroes you had to get through had stained your clothes and dotted your skin. You never hesitated when it came to the both of your safety. You never hesitated when it came to him. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. The image of you using your quirk to fend them off, a gun in your dominant hand as you had the same look in his eyes that showed how little you cared about spilling the blood of heroes that falsely claimed themselves for justice.
Just the thought of you, the memory of you, the visual of you behind his eyes made his cock start to stir in his pants. He closed his eyes for a moment trying not to think about it but you were just too delicious, too perfect for him not to think about it.
At the sight of him moving, you turned your attention back to him. You walked over to him worriedly. You crouched down in front of him, a hand on him as you looked over the cuts and bloody spot on him. “You alright, Izuku?” You asked as you continued to make sure he was okay.
Midoriya watched you without much of a word. Even when worrying about him, after taken hero lives and being the crazed villain he knew you to be. You still cared for him. You still looked at him with those eyes of yours that he fell in love with. He stood up with a sigh, his head down low.
“Izuku ar-”
His lips were on yours before you could even speak a full sentence. You let out a hum in surprise, before softening your shoulders and letting him kiss you. Midoriya let out a stuttered breath. Oh God, he loved the taste of you on his lips and he wanted more. He wrapped his arms around you as he pushed you against the opposite wall in urgency, lifting you up so that your legs were wrapped around him. His lips dancing against yours as his hands groped at your body. You gasped at the urgency in his actions as he moved his lips to your neck with a bite.
You groaned out into the air. “Izuku…” You let out with a gasp. He groaned as he rutted against you, his mouth moving down to your neck and your shoulder. His hands gripped your shirt and ripped it open with little to no thought on consequences. He was aching for you. He needed you and just the taste of the slight sweat against your skin and just the smell of you was making him go feral. He slipped his shirt off before, biting down on the space between your neck and shoulder. You cried out with a yelp as his other hand had already found itself in your underwear.
“I’m… I’m so sorry for the rush, dumpling.” He murmured against your skin. You whimpered at the feeling of one of fingers entering you without warning. He grinned as he kept his head in the crook of your neck, his canines shining with a hint of red from your neck. “I can’t help it when you look so delicious.” He whispered with a slight growl at the ends.
You wrapped your arms around him as you were pudding in his hands. His thick fingers making work of stretching you out and spreading you across his fingers. You let him do as he pleased, submitting your body to his wondering hands, curling fingers, and cruel bites that left you crying out for more. The pain he caused brought pleasure with it, leaving you gasping for more.
Midoriya was aching for you. His mind only focusing on the fact that his pants were way too tight and your sex wasn’t wrapped around his cock yet. You were quivering on his fingers, your sex gripping his fingers in a vice grip as he tried to stretch you out, out of mercy for you. However, he was only so patient and with the way you were looking at him, so needy so breathless, crying out his name like he was so much greater than you, he couldn’t stop himself.
He had you pinned against the wall with one hand holding you up, the other undid his belt. You didn’t have to wait long with his fingers removed from inside you before you felt the tip of his cock pushing through. You gasped with a whine as he pushed himself in, slowly. The only slow moment of this whole exchange.
You closed your eyes as you leaned back against the wall, enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out. Midoriya was biting his bottom lip, already pussy drunk off of you. You felt so damn good around him, it felt like he was being blessed by some sort of higher power because there was no way that you were all his. You both let out a breath the moment he was inside of you. You both took a moment, enjoying the feeling before Midoriya moved your head up to look at him. He gently kissed your lips, something precious and intimate he wanted to communicate to you. You smiled.
No matter how needy he was, he always made sure to show how he truly cared about you.
Which was great because he started to pound into you like he hated you. You loved when he was like this, borderline crazy for you. When blood was pumping through his veins, electricity sparked around his body and moans spilled from his lips as he praised you for doing so well at being his pretty little cocksleeve. Your nails scrapped down his back as you cried out into the air, mewling at how well he always pleasured you. How he could always use when well aimed thrust, a good bite and his fingers finding their way to your clit to make you scream for more. He just knew your body that well.
And who could blame him.
When you nearly sacrificed your life for him every day, he had to reward you.
-Glitch1d
<Izuku Midoriya Masterlist>
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asce-of-hearts · 11 months
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How would yanderes Erasermic(poly) and Deku react to the reader crying after she got kidnapped, fearing that they’ll kill her?
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TW: YANDERE, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS.
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I think both Aizawa and Hizashi know that's a perfectly reasonable concern to have. They know what they are doing its wrong so they aren't shocked, but are a little dissapointed that you didn't accept the situation quickly enough. Still they would try to reassure you that nothing is wrong and they won't harm you. If they feed you they let you watch them cook and eat the same things as you so you know it isn't poisoned, they give you your personal space (well as much as they can) and always ask for permission to touch you. That's as first, after the first few months they start to forget to do these little things.
Deku is a bit more delusional, but doesn't get mad at you for reacting that way because well... its natural. He has dealed with hostages before and knows it can really be a toll on your mind and body so he tries his absolute best to make you not panic so much. He hugs and comforts you as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, resorts to drugging you if you really are acting to crazy.
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mango-bango-bby · 5 months
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🎀🧡🖤🌙 No idea how the emoji thing works sorry. But if you can please do an werewolf Deku and his daughter with witch reader. Deku takes his sick or hurt daughter to the nearest village to get the witch readers help. Once healed she takes a liking to reader and so does Deku so he decides to make reader apart of his pack. Fic could take place before kidnapping or after. And maybe a part two that would be NSFW about Deku wanting to add another pup to the pack. Up to you and thank you.
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Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, single parent au, werewolf!Izuku, witch!reader, children, mentions of kidnapping and forcing reader to be a parent
Halloween Prompt: 🌙 Werewolf 🌙
Summary: Izuku’s daughter is very sick so he seems out you, a witch, for a healing potion (Yan!Werewolf!Izuku x Fem!Witch!reader)
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Dangerous, frightening, and scary were all words the village people used to describe you. But Izuku couldn’t understand how they could think any of that. Especially about you.
You were one of the most powerful witches in the enchanted forest. But you were kind, you used your power for good, often other creatures coming to you for help healing. You were powerful, kind, beautiful.
“How long has she been sick for?” You ask quietly, looking through your shelves of potions for the right one. You glance back at Izuku and his little daughter who he holds. The small werewolf girl, Isamu, coughing every once and a while, her cheeks and nose red, her wolf-like ears dropping.
Izuku was a werewolf from deeper in the forest. The mother of his child had left to be in a stronger pack, leaving Izuku alone with Isamu. You knew him a bit, he often visited you for potions even when you thought he didn’t exactly need them.
“A couple of days now…” He mutters quietly, gently brushing over Isamu’s curly green hair. You turn, potion bottle in hand. You kneel in front of him to be at eye level with the girl. You gently bring the potion bottle to her lips, watching her take a few sips.
You try to pull your hand away with the bottle but Isamu reaches out, taking you hand in her smaller one. A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth, you look up at Izuku but he doesn’t seem to care. Isamu keeps her hand in yours, clearly liking you even in her ill state.
“The potion will begin to set in soon. You’ll feel better, I promise” You say softly, your voice calm and quiet to soothe her.
Isamu looks at you with a pout on her face, bringing you hand to the top of her head, almost asking you to ruffle her hair or pet her wolf-like ears. You smile, doing what she silently asks for.
You were perfect, Izuku thinks, you’re just perfect. Perfect for him. You’re kind and sweet. You’re beautiful and strong. You’re so good with his daughter and it’s clear she likes you!
You look at him with this look in your eyes. One that makes him want to kiss you, make you his mate. Even if you aren’t a werewolf.
He lives deep enough in the enchanted forest, he could take you there. Keep you in his cave with him and Isamu. He will hunt for both of you. You will care for Isamu. You will have more pups with him. You will love him. It will be exactly what you deserve. To be loved and cared for. To have a family, a pack with him.
Yes… you deserve it. He needs to take you. He needs to love you.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
(A/N: I’ve been super into fantasy au’s lately so this was right up my alley!! I had so much fun writing this, I hope you all like it!! And request more for this event 💞💞)
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thecuriousquest · 10 months
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Life’s a Game
Yandere Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Warnings: Violence, isolation, kidnapping
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It isn’t just a game. It’s your life. You’re fucking goddamn life that was ripped away from you by this self-proclaimed hero with a mop of green hair. Sure, you cried a lot in the beginning, but then he started making threats. He didn’t want to hurt you, but if you weren’t obedient, then what choice did he have?
So, here you sit with him on the couch, watching a comedy. He periodically checks your facial expressions to see if you find it just as funny as he does, wanting to make sure you’re enjoying the movie.
When it’s over, you fidget with your hands and ask him, “Izuku? I’ve been…wondering something. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been with you now.”
“Mmm, I know. It’s a dream come true.” He grabs your hand and brushes his lips against your knuckles.
Swallowing back the rising bile, you muster up some courage. “Do you think I could see my family or at least talk to my mom on the phone?” Your voice is so small, you wonder if he even heard your request when he doesn’t answer for a few moments.
“…Izuku, did you hear me?”
“Why can’t anything ever be enough for you?” You feel his hand clench around yours. “You want to see your family. Why? Aren’t I good enough for you? I’m your family now. I’m all you should need!”
You cry out in pain as the pressure on your bones increase. “Please, Izuku, you’re hurting me!”
“You’re always thinking about other people. Your mom, your dad, your friends. You’re never talking to any of them ever again, so quit asking me!”
Snap
Your eyes go straight to your limp wrist. You can’t even touch it, afraid that it will hurt so much more.
“Oh, fuck! Shit,” he curses, realizing what he just did. “Look at what you made me do! You ruined a perfect night. We were supposed to cuddle and watch movies.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Goddamnit! Why did you do that?!”
Sobs overwhelm you as you shake your head. “‘M sorry! ‘M s-sorry, Zuku!” You’re screaming bloody murder and wailing at the top of your lungs. This is a pain you’ve never endured before.
It takes him less than three minutes with how much he’s rushing around to locate gauze and a sheet for an arm sling. He wraps your wrist delicately before maneuvering your arm into the sling. “Do you want ice?” His tone sounds so concerned now. So loving.
You barely manage a small nod with how much you’re shaking. Pardoning himself for only a moment or two, he returns with an ice pack and places it under your wrist. He’s even so gracious as to give you pain management medication.
Helping you lie down on the couch, he puts a pillow under your head, trying to get you comfortable.
“It hurts so much, Zuku.”
He caresses your hair gently as he looks deeply into your glossy E/C eyes. “I know, baby. I know. Just be a good girl from now on, and this won’t happen ever again. I love you so much.”
You never did ask about your family and friends again after that incident.
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the-grimm-writer · 2 years
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" You bathe with me, or you Dont bathe at all"
With Izuku please 💕
Warnings: mentions of noncon, subtle threats, gn reader
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The steam emitting from the tub was soothing, Izuku had put your favorite soap in the bath for you, bubbles at the top of the hot water. Tea candle lights were lit on each corner, each one your favorite scent.
It would've been perfect, your nether regions still sore and throbbed from his nightly session of "love making" as he so kindly liked to call it. You wanted nothing more than to get in and soak your pain and struggles away. Alone, even for a few minutes.
But there was one thing standing away from you and that temporary bliss.
"Well, aren't you going to get in?"
You were pressed against him, bare skin pressed against his own. It was painfully intimate and it made you squirm in discomfort.
"Aw, are you shy?" Your captor cooed at you, his arms wrapped around your waist, making you look down at them. "There's no reason to be. I did this all for you."
Scars littered his chest, stomach and arms. Years of hero work showing like art on his skin. It was painfully intimidating, a brutal reminder that no matter what you did you'd always be weak in comparison to him.
"De-" You quickly corrected yourself, seeing the dark look in his green eyes. "Izuku, please. Can't I just do this by myself? I won't try anything I swear."
"You either bathe with me, or you don't bathe at all." He responded calmly. "If you don't want it, we can go straight back to bed and go another round. I think you need to be taught some manners."
"But-"
"Get in the tub, (Y/n)." He urged you forward, almost making you stumble. "I'm not going to ask again."
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Hey, what is the reaction of some Class A students (especially Bakugo and Deku) to the fact that s/o got into the hero course and scored about the same points as Bakugo. (at the same time, she doesn't have any quirks). She was humiliated all her life, so she decided to prove to everyone that she could become a worthy hero and help people.
(I will be glad if you answer, but you can ignore it.. I just had these thoughts for a very long time)
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Strong Quirkless Reader | Yandere Boku No Hero Academia
Ft. Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Ejiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki
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Katsuki Bakugo 
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
He takes a similar approach to what he does with Midoriya and totally puts you down
Not nearly as harsh but he believes this will keep you safe
Instead he’s gearing you to join UA in a support course
“You’ll obviously want to be the secretary of the number 1 hero! So you better become worthy by the time I get there!”
That all gets thrown out the window when Aizawa congratulates you on your high score as their first exams begin 
Whether its your speedy swordsmanship or just insane strength 
You are just built different
And bakugo is having an absolute crisis
‘How can he be a protector if you're too strong to yield to him!?’
He low-key is plotting to cripple you from this point further
“I’m not letting you get any farther! I’m doing this for you so just fall already!” 
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Izuku Midoriya
“Wow y-you really did it!…You really did it…”
He’s happy that your doing what you talked about since you were kids
Surpassing so many without a quirk
But now he has to figure out how to do this 
“Icanalwayscripplethem.Butthenthey’dhatemeforever.eveniftheydidn’tknownowthey’dfindouteventuallymaybeifigotthempregnantbutthatssoembarrassingcouldweeverdothis?OrmaybeIcanjust–”
“Midoriya!”
“S-sorry!”
He’s not going to knock down all your progress…just yet
He knows how much you want this 
But he wants to protect you just as much if not more
He’ll congratulate you 
Train with you 
All while planning the perfect future for you both
…without you being in danger
“Great job (Y/n)! I can’t wait to be a hero with you! I’ll watch you closely!”
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Eijirou Kirishima
“Way to go (Y/n)! Let’s be heroes together!”
He’s your biggest cheerleader
He definitely wasn’t expecting you to do so well
But he doesn’t mind
“I’m your rock, (Y/n)!”
He supports you through and through
….in the beginning
As the year progresses and you face more life or death situations he’s less excited about you working in this field
He knows your not weak but he worries
He has a while before he’s strong enough to protect you 
And he’s currently not strong enough to stop you 
So for now he’ll settle to stand beside you
Until he can tuck you safe and out of sight 
“I believe you’re going to be a great hero alongside Red Riot!”
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Shoto Todoroki
“Y-you must have some quirk right? Right?! You wouldn’t keep that away from me for all this time, right?!”
Guessing that you two were well acquainted with one another before the first test 
He expected to begin his journey in UA alone
Brooding all the while
Not only does he hate his father and his connection into oblivion
But he had to spend the time he typically had with you to train even harder to be a hero
It was the pinnacle of despair
But now this turns into an anger that has to do with his growing obsession with you
‘How can he claim to love you if he doesn’t even know you can do this!!!’
Oh he’s not mad at you 
not at all
But don’t stare too hard when he overdoes it in the following mock battles
He needs to know everything if he really is in love, right?
“That is amazing…why didn’t you mention something sooner? I could have been of some help. I thought I was worthy enough to know that side of you”
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yanderenightmare · 4 months
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Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku
TW: NSFW, dubcon, captive darling, abuse of power, coercion, deepthroating, penetration v, threesome, degradation
fem reader
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Thinking of pro-heroes Dynamight and Deku finally capturing the villain they’ve long been seeking, only to offer her a get-out-of-jail-free card if she gives them a little something in return…
You’re on your knees between them.
“Aww, now that’s a pretty sight~ ain’t it, Deku?”
“Agree, Kachan~ who’d've known the little felon could be so sweet~”
It’s but a small favor in regard to what they’re giving you in exchange. Suck their cocks, and you go free. You’ve done worse for less before. Being a criminal has never come without costs.
Still… the whole thing is so embarrassing. Mouth wide open with their leaky cockheads hugging for space inside it. They’re way too big to both have room, but they don’t seem all that concerned by it.
“C’mere,” The blonde groans, taking your head for himself – angling your plump lips back and forth on his shaft, sucking his teeth as you suckle on the fat veins found there. “That’s it, street scum- earn that freedom…”
Another weighty palm drapes your head, and you’re steered over to the other throbbing member. He nudges his tip inside your mouth and has the plush head fuck the pocket of your cheek, eerily smiling down at the sight. “Street scum is a bit harsh, isn’t it? I mean, look at that face~” He purrs, petting the abused cheek he was bulging.
Your hair is pulled in the other direction again, and you pop off the one in your mouth only to be invaded by the other again – this time deeper – and deeper again. He uses both hands to hold you down. 
“Still only useful for one thing-” He growls, and you gag, spit bubbles frothing around the shaft as your throat tightens up.
When he lets go, you jerk back with a cough – both your palms splayed flat on the ground, spluttering with hiccups, spit drooping down your chin while sipping sharp breaths that burn in your lungs.
“Aw- where’d all that confidence go, hm?” His hand tangles back in your hair and angles your face up again – now riddled with pretty deep-throat tears. Lips bloated and shivering with short shuddering inhales and exhales.
“’Think the poor thing bit off a little more than she could swallow…” The other man muses, grabbing your jaw and angling you his way again, pushing his slicken cockhead passed your lips. 
He drives just as deep as the former one did, aided by all four of their hands pushing you down until your nose pressed into the stiff muscles of his pelvis, buried in the ticklish green curls there – feeling his cock bend down the gorge of your throat. It does an excited jump each time you gag.
He pulls out slowly – but not all the way – looking down at you as you suck in breaths around the chub of his grith.
“We can always test ‘nother of yer’ holes if it gets too much for yah?” The blonde husks, tapping the weight of himself against your forehead, resting his balls in your hair.
“Don’t patronize her- I think a hardened criminal can handle this much...” The one taking space in your mouth says – beginning to slide himself all the way back down again, hitting your uvula like a punching bag with his balls slapping wetly against the slobber on your chin.
Your hands brace themselves against the stiff muscles on his thighs, feeling them flex through the spandex of his tight uniform. You close your eyes, squeezing them tight as he bores down your jugular again. Spluttering up spit and taking desperate breaths once you’re released.
You’re not given much time before another fist finds your hair again – though this time, your own hands come up to protect you – keeping yourself at arms-length by bracing against the oncoming hips.
“Wah-wait- break- just-” You blub, and the cock slides up your face instead, tapping its hefty weight against your cheek and temple.
“Hm, maybe you were right, Kachan. Maybe I was overestimating her…” The green-haired one mused, his voice sounding suggestive – followed by a soft scoff from the one resting his cock on your face.
“Okay then, up we go, lil’ crook-” He leaned down and grabbed you by the arm, lifting you from the floor. “Wouldn’t wanna make yah pass out, after all...”
He spun you around so your ass was pressed against his crotch, making you rest palms-first against the other man’s swole chest – standing tightly between them while the blonde behind you balled your dress up around your waist.
“No, wait- you’ll still let me go, right?” You stutter, reeling from the feel of his fat shaft, wet with your drool where it slid up between your crack while he softly humped his hips into your rear.
The one in front took your chin. “Oh- don’t worry~ let us have our fun, and we promise no prison.”
The cock is tapped on your asscheek whilst its owner places wet hot kisses up your neck. “Still up for it, hm?” He gruffs hotly at your ear, holding you steady by the hip whilst stroking himself in the other.
You bite your lips, brows doing little tremoring motions as you quickly try and mull it over in your head. Ending up with giving them a little nod.
He bites your earlobe with a rusty chuckle. “That’s a smart cookie.” Ushering you up to stand atop the other man’s shoes, making you just the right height for him to send his shaft down the cleft of your butt. Sliding it in between your thighs, rubbing himself against the puff of your cunt through the lacy silk of your panties.
He’s kind enough to get you a little warmed up first before peeling them aside and lightly slapping his manhood up against the slit. But the way you gasp is just way too cute for him to hold back – making him run his fat cockhead through your lips, back and forth to slick you up, rubbing over your clit – forcing an involuntary buck of your hips. 
He hums at the movement, finding your hole and kissing it with his tip, groaning out a “Yer’ way too pretty for prison…” against your ear – playing with your entrance without pushing in just yet, giving the ill-prepped thing a warning of what to handle. “Poor doll would be everyone’s favorite lil’ jailbird.”
You croon with a whimper when he splits you open, even as he does so slowly – and the other guy takes the opportunity to catch your mouth with his. 
“Wouldn’t stand a chance against the other inmates…” He moans, sliding his hand from your chin to your neck, holding it just tight enough to encourage you to keep your head up – as he slips his own thickness between the doughy fat of your inner thighs, rubbing over your clit on its way.
It makes you ache around the member bottoming out inside you. “Not to mention the guards…” He continued. “They’d all have a ball with fresh ‘n’ tight meat like you.” 
You moan into the mouth in front of you, panting on his lips when he speaks. “It would be too cruel of us to send you to a place like that…”
“Despite it bein’ where all you wrongdoers belong.” The hands placed on your hips keep you planted as he pulls out and lolls forward again.
Your thighs shudder from the feel of it, squeezing the one caught between them tightly. “Poor thing would get passed around from morning to lights out.” His words pour into your mouth where it gapes open – feeling his ridges and veins catch your clit – making your lower belly coil like an adder – clawing your nails into his chest in order to pursue it.
“Tied to the bars of yer’ cell for everyone to have a go.” The one behind grunted, kneading himself into your womb – fucking you deep and slow enough to feel you flutter on his length. “We’ll be a lot nicer with yah.”
 “Promise, sweet thing.” The one in front chuckles when you cum – shaking on both their cocks – weak in their hands – resting your sweet face against his chest with blank eyes glossed over from pleasure.
You’re not going to prison, but you’ll soon find out if you agree that staying locked up in their house as their personal pet is much different or better…
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planetyandere · 1 year
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How Bakugo, Deku and Todoroki react to a darling who tries to run away...
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Katsuki Bakugo
It was stupid really, to think you had any chance of getting far before he found you again. And it was even more stupid to believe that the punishments could not get any worse. But for some reason when you realized that one of the wood panels on the windows had come loose from the storm you only saw your freedom, not the consequences.
So you ran and ran but like always he found you... If you thought your life was hell before well boy were you in for a surprise. He'd drag you back and chain you to the bed, make you apologize in...let's just say creative ways. Wouldn't let you leave the bed for weeks and never let you out of his sight again.
"That was really stupid of you brat, but maybe it's my fault..
Maybe I've been to soft on you. But don't worry, that's not gonna happen again."
Todoroki
You didn't know which was scarier, the fact that he hasn't said a word or the death grip he had on your hand as he drags you back to your prison.
He pulled you into the bedroom and finally let go. You had yet to find the courage to look into his eyes.
The silence was thickly suffocating.
"Why?" You gulped shakily. Finally he had spoken and his tone was deathly calm. Like a storm brewing for something far worse.
Why did I do it? Why did I run away from the person who kidnapped me? Who keeps me in this prison for their own twisted pleasure?
"I-I'm sorry..." you could feel the tears start to burn again.
"No" he stepped closer until he was right in front of you. With deceptively gentle hands he tilted your chin up until you could meet his burning eyes. Calm. Deadly. Fierce all at once.
Softly he wiped the tears with his thumb.
"But you will be"
Izuku Midoriya
He panics at first, thinking someone had taken you. Because there's no way you'd ever run away from him. He loved you and you loved him he told himself.
So he got to work tracking you and whoever took his poor baby away from him. They were going to pay in ways they couldn't even imagine.
He was so relieved when he found you in that alley. He pulled you to him and apologized for not keeping you safe.
It's too bad half your quirk was the inibiality to lie. So when he asked what had happened and where the villain was you started to shake holding in the truth.
You felt the arms around you tense...then shake..
Slowly he started to piece together what had really happened.
He let go for a moment, his eyes swirling with something that always made you uneasy.
"Oh"
"Oh"
"There was no villain"
"Y-you ran away again"
You started to shake, knowing that once he started his delusional rambling nothing good was to come.
"Why would you do that??"
But he wasn't talking to you.
If only you could lie you could try to apologize or get out of this situation but you couldn't.
So he gripped you again. Tighter this time. And you knew by the delusional and wild look in his eyes something far worse than ever before was coming...
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yandere-kokeshi · 9 months
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Hi! I was wondering if it would be a cutish idea if yandere Deku, and toga (separately) that’s scared of doing something wrong like their scared of everything especially people and they are really kind and are scared of making them mad but they try to make them happy by doing strategic things if their in battle, acting childish, doing things for them
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Warnings: yandere behavior
A/N: im so sorry this took so long to get out. Please enjoy this :]
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Deku / Izuku Midoriya:
Finds this incredibly cute. While he finds this behavior of yours incredibly adorable and so on, Izuku does feel a bit bad that you feel like you're scared of making others mad.
He often reminds you - that regardless of the situation, even if it's your fault (if he even dares to state that) he will never get mad at you. Most often, he'll be comforting you rather than focusing on what/or did happen.
With you having severe anxiety, especially with being scared by people, Deku will try his best to subside the anxiety - making sure to do things that don't cause more reactions than he'd like.
This usually results in the two of you staying home a lot. He makes sure to wrap his beefy arms around you, letting you watch whatever show while he laughs at your jokes.
Your childish behavior is the highlight of his day. Whenever you do something really small, whether that's painting a photo, making him a small prize, or even going out of your way to buy him clothing; Izuku will cherish that for his entire life.
If you decide to do things for him, Deku will smile gently while kissing your forehead. He notes that the next day, he'll come home with your favorite treats to spoil you more.
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Toga Himiko:
Toga will scream whenever she sees you being adorable. Which is 99.99% of the time. She'll squeal like a woman on steroids.
Regardless of how scared you are of others. She surprisingly likes it. While she does frown whenever you go spooked by small sounds or noises on the TV, Toga likes comforting you; making sure you depend on her for comfort. Always rubbing away your tears when you get spooked. She'll make it better, she promises.
The same way is with other people. She's glad you don't feel the need to make new friends or go into the convenience store with her as you're scared of interactions.
Though, Toga does love whenever you stutter - seemingly getting embarrassed by the slightest things. And yes, she'll tease you till the end of the day.
Your childish acts match her energy; in almost the same way. Not only is she always ready for adventures, but she loves to tease insanely much. That said, Toga will always pull you along to her shenanigans - kissing you as she steals things with you.
Whenever you go out of your way to make sure she doesn't get angry, she gets disappointed. Not at the fact she's mad, but at the fact you think she'll get mad. Much like Izuku, she'll constantly remind you that she'll only get mad if you push her buttons too far. Which is quite hard to do.
Most likely, the two of you will have nights where you guys do things together. She likes to paint nails, do different hairstyles on each other (with permission!), or cook. She wouldn't mind doing what you wanna do, even if you feel embarrassed.
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platrom · 1 year
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Red, Red Wine.
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VILLAIN! YANDERE! DEKU X READER
NOTE: The second part of “One Last Time” is in the works. However, there is no set time when it will be released. Thank you for your patience, understanding, and endless kindness. :)
WORD COUNT: 4,655+
WARNINGS: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, intense yandere themes, severely unhealthy and toxic relationship dynamic between reader and Midoriya, intimacy is used as a way to assert power, predator/prey dynamics, dominant/submissive dynamics (like the abusive and non consensual kind), vague description of dead bodies (hinting of dismemberment of heads that are familiar faces), constant on edge behavior, there are frequent signs and mentions of domestic abuse behavior, Midoriya is a top villain, reader was once a civilian, Stockholm syndrome (sort of), reader is appeasing to midoriya in order to survive, condescending and patronizing pet names (doll, darling, etc.), a huge plot twist, they are on the top of a building, Midoriya physically abuses reader, description of blood, not a happy ending
THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP IS NOT HEALTHY. IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE ARE STRUGGLING, PLEASE GET HELP. THIS BEHAVIOR SHOULD NOT BE CONDONED. PROCEED READING WITH CAUTION.
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“Izuku, where are we?” Your dainty hands clasp onto his scarred forearms, fingertips squeezing helplessly against his bulging muscles. Gently, Izuku pulls your body closer to his, your lower back pressing against his abdomen. Your feet are sectioned in between his, and he places his chin on your shoulder before leaning into the crook of your neck.
Your lover’s coarse palms cover your eyes, preventing you from seeing this “surprise” he had planned. Despite the loss of one of your senses and the feeling of your husband’s astonishingly and worryingly warm body around yours, your ears still pick up the distinct whirring of cars speeding in the distance, couples giggling, and kids shrieking. The world around you sounds alive— free. It’s the first time such typical yet genuine sounds have reached your harking ears and your shoulders relax at what you could only describe as mellifluous noises.
A gentle breeze kisses your skin, sending a shiver down your spine that sends goosebumps down your arms. Instinctively, your shoulders droop as you lower your hands to rub your biceps to produce warmth for your chilled skin, mentally chastising yourself for wearing a dress for this occasion. That little voice that had possessed you, chanting at you to wear a dress for one of the sporadic times you were allowed to leave the penthouse with Izuku was a devious runt, considering it was still fall season and the beginning of winter had begun to mark its incoming presence.
Though, Izuku had told you that this was an extremely special occasion and wanted you to style yourself appropriately. You couldn’t just disappoint your Izuku, could you?
No, you couldn’t.
“Darling,” he coos, “I need you to keep your eyes closed for me, okay?”
Obediently, you nod your head and breathe out a small word of confirmation. Smirking into your skin, Izuku lifts his head from your shoulder and firmly grips your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leaning the back of your head into his chest. His hold is a warning— one you know all too well. If you do something he doesn’t like, it’s off with your head.
Time after time, Izuku would effortlessly place you in such subtlety compromising positions that most would brush aside for simply loving touches like the protective hand on the waist, the classic intertwining of fingers, or even the casual arm slung around one’s shoulders. And one way or another, each one would leave you vulnerable to his wrath. They all were positions of impeding submission- just as if with a predator and its prey. It was like the game of cat and mouse: the cat allowed the mouse to run to provide it a false sense of security and a chance to “hide,” but the cat was always one step ahead of the mouse. It knew the critter better than itself.
Presently, if he as so much desired to inflict the smallest ounce of pain upon you, he could tighten his grip on your chin, using nothing but the mere strength of his fingers to inflict severe and intense pain upon you. No arm or quirk required. And if he truly wanted, he could snap your neck without a moment’s notice and you wouldn’t even be able to feel it.
In short, you were inferior to Izuku Midoriya in every single way and he had no problem reminding you of your place that was tropic levels below him.
His fingers tilt your jaw upwards and that familar feeling of dread and panic begins to well in the pit of your stomach like a parasite festering. Dim memories resurface in your mind, reminding you of the reality that Izuku was a calculating man that always planned miles ahead. He analyzed his enemies and allies like a scientist studying its confined and captured test subjects, jotting down and mentally noting every minuscule detail about them. Every reaction, every action, every quality and characteristic.
Whatever your partner was planning, it frightened you to no end.
“Izuku?”
Behind you, your husband’s chest puffs in pride at the overly saccharine tone of your voice. He had taught you to habitually direct nothing but sugary sweetness towards him when even daring to garble out his hallowed name. Like a compliant little puppy, one that had been punished for their bad behavior as well as rewarded for their obedient behavior, you had begun to accommodate and form yourself to his liking.
For ages, you called him by his surname and work title (as well as a few other names) until eventually, he had broken your resolve and forced you to call him by his forename. Now, whenever he heard you say “Izuku” oh-so-sweetly in that voice of yours that left him spiraling in a flurry of jubilation, his heart would explode in his chest like thousands of fireworks lighting up the starry night sky.
Alas, you only knew this information because of the countless times your inamorato had gushed like a lovestruck puppy over how elated and enraptured he was by your voice that called to him like a siren luring their victims into a pool of water. He never failed to make it known just how he worshipped you.
“Don’t fret, my love,” Izuku coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “If you fall, I’ll catch you. Do you remember the vows we exchanged at our wedding?”
Don’t screw this up.
It’s a mantra that repeats in your head incessantly like a wailing baby pleading for its mother to pay attention to them. It was the same phrase that rung in your ears at your “wedding” with Izuku, cautioning you to step on your toes so you didn’t slice your heels on glass. It reminded you that the shards littering the floor with their serrated edges were not from the barriers you shattered, but from the ones you prompted him to explode into smithereens.
How could you forget that traumatic day? How could you forget the blood that spilled out of the young man’s chest, the only one who tried to free you from the suffocating clutches of the world’s deadliest villain?
On that fateful day, countless of Japan’s greatest heroes stood beside you, surrounding you like a wild pack of blood thirsty coyotes. Their eyes glistened with that exact unhinged glint that sparkled in the viridian irises of Izuku’s, the crazed faces that spoke miles about the demented thoughts that were conjured in their minds.
You wouldn’t put it past them to have given this same fate to some innocent civilian like you once were.
“How could I?” you respond serenely, forcing your lips to pull into a reminiscing smile. You’re sure that if you could see Izuku’s face, he would be grinning like a dork with a faint blush on his cheeks. Some things never changed with him.
The bulky man behind you mumbles something unintelligible and releases your face from his hold before taking a grand step back and clasping your hand in his and twirling you. The ends of your dress glide up and away from the skin of your legs, the smooth satin flowing like a rose finally budding its luscious petals.
In the care of his hands, you move effortlessly, like a professional figure skater performing on ice. The moment your chest presses against his, Izuku’s arms wrap around you, securing you to him completely and preventing all possibilities of escaping. His grip on you reminds you vaguely of a viper squeezing its prey to suffocation, watching as its victim’s eyes bulged out and jaw gaped like a fish out of water in a vain attempt to save itself from the claws of a reaper, to ignore the sound of death knocking on its door.
If death was embodied by any person, it would be Izuku Midoriya.
“You can open your eyes now, darling.”
Years ago, when you watched Pro Hero Deku speak in interviews, you thought that his emerald eyes were surely jewels crafted by only the finest, most nubile and skilled hands. That some deity who roamed the Mountains of Olympus had plowed through the toughest of mines and destroyed millions of geodes with a strength that only myths could describe to give him irises so exquisite and unparalleled.
Now, when you stare into the eyes of the former Symbol of Peace of Japan known as Deku and now the recorded worst villain worldwide, you are greeted by a glowing, radioactive green that bubbles with the promise of acid-burning flesh and scars to last a lifetime.
The memory of the eyes of a genuine hero is a dim one and in its place are the eyes of a bloodthirsty villain. How could such a person change in only a couple of years?
Because of you.
He sighs fondly, eyelids drooping and shoulders relaxing at the sight of your sinless eyes staring widely in puzzlement at his.
Play dumb, you remind yourself. It’ll all be over soon.
He adored whenever you let him take the reins to pamper you and would condescendingly coo at you whenever you succumbed to his overbearing behavior, too tuckered out to resist the absolute hulking mass of a man that claimed to belong to you entirely, body and soul.
Being obedient and compliant always came out with a better outcome for you both. After all, he was the apex predator and you were nothing more than his pet. Another mere prey in the food chain, caught up with an animal greater than it could ever be.
Against Izuku, you were weak. But you had claws too. Maybe not as sharp, but you could fight back too. And if not physical, then you could outsmart him. Be conniving. Sly, slick, quick.
All you had to do was play your pieces correctly. Stalemate or checkmate, you would get there eventually. You just had to be patient.
Delicately, Izuku taps your chin with the tip of his fingers, the gentle motion so foreign it successfully snaps you out of your thoughts and redirects your full attention on him.
“Darling, I know the sight is one you can’t beat, but I didn’t bring you out here to just stare at me,” Izuku teases, patting your head lightly. The remark is one so casual and so normal that it sends you reeling in shock and face exploding in warmth, forcing your eyes to shut in embarrassment and your lips to purse to stop a squeak from escaping your throat. Your arms move to wrap themselves around your face to conceal your flustered expression.
“If you really wanted to just stare at me, we could have stayed home. I don’t mind the attention, either— it’s not everyday I get to spend time with a pretty lady like you.”
The sound of Izuku’s hearty chuckling echoes into the night, increasing the heat that crawls onto your neck. Without a doubt, you’re smudging your makeup in a poor attempt to conceal your face from his prying eyes, but the act of lighthearted, innocent embarrassment is one you haven’t experienced in eons and you choose to only tighten your grip on yourself in a futile attempt to linger in the warmth and refreshment of the feeling. Izuku’s guffaws sound so casual and free— unlike the menacing and maniacal laughs you had grown accustomed to as his prisoner.
Hesitantly, you sneak a peek from the shelter of your limbs and watch as the hulking mass known as the world’s deadliest, most dangerous villain chuckled until tears began to form in his eyes.
“Don’t laugh at me,” your arms fall to your side and you lower your head, falling into a dejected stance. “I was just spacing out.”
Deku grins giddily, his normally dull jade eyes lightening up in fondness. Dramatically, he lifts a scarred hand to his face and another to his chest, leaning back to imitate a distressed and offended damsel. “Oh, I would never, my love!”
Rolling your eyes, you slap Izuku’s shoulder with an annoyed huff. Without a doubt, your poor efforts to inflict the smallest amount of pain on Izuku must have felt like nothing to the man who experienced years of strenuous and grueling training to strengthen his body to accommodate one of the world’s most puissant quirks that made him firmer than the mantle of the Earth itself. So much so, that even All Might could not defeat him— his own successor had surpassed Japan’s greatest hero and arguably the world’s best hero internationally. Izuku Midoriya, Deku, was a force to be reckoned with.
His name was whispered like a curse on the streets, and the heroes of today didn’t dare to even say his name.
Though, this villain was once a hero. You just don’t know where it all went wrong, when the world lost its privilege to scream out for their favorite hero to save them and instead gave you the role of being the lady in distress.
But you do, don’t you?
“Why are we out here anyway? It’s freezing, Izuku,” you trail off, making a show of rubbing your arms vigorously to further accentuate your point. Glancing above you, the stars of the night twinkle above you in mockery, their sparkles brightening despite your current misery.
A small murmur of apology slips past his lips, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks and stroke your face lovingly with the pads of his thumbs. “Today’s Halloween,” Izuku begins, and that familiar glint of adoration forms in his eyes as he watches your eyes widen in giddiness at the sound of your favorite holiday. Slowly, he leans forward until your foreheads touch, green curls tickling your scalp, and he moves his fingers to slip under the neckline of your clothes before rubbing tender circles on your neck, calloused thumb caressing the salubrious and unadulterated skin in contrast to his tainted and sullied skin. “I know how much you love the holiday, so I wanted to take you out to watch it happen in live action.”
The gesture is sweet, you can admit. He never took you out, considering the circumstances of your situation. It was thoughtful of him to remember that when you were younger, dressing up and collecting candy had been an absolute must for you every year. Who could pass up free candy?
Certainly, you couldn’t. Before and presently.
Hesitantly, you lift your hands to hold onto Izuku’s, (e/c) eyes gazing back into besotted basil ones. Having Midoriya in such close proximity was making your head spin— the savory scent of his cologne blended in with his skin so well, so much so that even with all this time spent together, you could never get used to the combination.
How could you?
Like the trained pet you were, you lift Midoriya’s hand to your lips and press a chaste kiss on a scar that ran all the way down to his forearm, eyes fluttering shut in hopes of appeasing your husband, the world’s deadliest villain.
Be obedient, you reminded yourself. Just do as he desires and you’ll survive.
“Always so appreciative, my love,” Izuku hums contently, pleased with your submissive behavior. “I taught you so well, didn’t I?”
A small smile breaks out on your face, akin to the mischievous grin of a Cheshire cat. The pawns on the chess board were falling into place, in your favor.
Check.
Breaking away from him, you cautiously inch towards the edge of the building, peering past the short concrete wall that prevented people from tipping off the rooftop. In the distance, you see people of various ages dressed up for Halloween. Little children skip down the street with their parents in step, dressed in frumpy little pumpkin costumes, sparkling princess dresses, and simple prince-like tunics. Teenagers huff as they chase their younger siblings down— scolding and chastising the children as they tiredly wipe at their eyes, smearing the heavy and dark lines of eyeliner they had spent countless hours applying.
Others drunkenly stumble down the sidewalk with their arms linked together, giggling like gossiping girls. The clicking of their heels meeting the rough surface of the pavement fills the silence of the night, along with the joyous and festive behavior from the neighborhood.
Brightly illuminated inflatable pumpkins fill the lawns of residential homes, childishly frightening faces painted onto the translucent orange tarps. Plastic bones crookedly stick out of the dirt and faux skulls litter the gardens located on the block. Styrofoam graves are splayed methodically on the ground, followed by hollow coffins occasionally stuffed with skeletons.
Halloween reminded you of the life you once had; it brought the innocence and kindness that laid deep within individuals to bubble up and explode. It showed a sweeter side to the world, one that allowed children to waddle around excitedly, shriek in joy, and chortle in pure jubilation at the immense happiness such thoughtful and caring behavior brought.
If only the world was still kind to you.
“That’s not the only surprise I have prepared for you, darling.” There’s a playful lilt in his voice that you haven’t heard in ages, a memoir of an era where nothing but sunshine, starlight, and moonlight flowed through a hero’s veins. A period where the sky was sincerely never the limit, where the world and its residents had begun to find tranquility, where crime rates that had previously skyrocketed has dipped to an all time low.
“Look behind you, darling.”
Obey him and you’ll survive.
Swiveling your head to side, you peer over your shoulder and past Izuku, only to be met by the sight of the classic Hollywood round table with a long white cloth draped over it.
Long, thin candles are placed in the center of the spectacle, their warm glow inviting you to sit down at the table. In contrast to the darkness of the night, the scenery looks absolutely breathtaking, as if it were straight out of a fairytale. Where a prince would free an enslaved princess and love her unconditionally until the end of time. Where two souls would travel the world hand-in-hand, safe in each other’s presence.
But not every story is the same; not every princess gets a happy ending.
On each side of the table are the standard silverware laid out, containing the elegant and ever-so-classic salad forks, fish forks, dinner forks, and more. Large, white plates rest in between the utensils, plated with katsudon on both your plates— Izuku’s favorite dish.
Two elegant, wooden seats are placed on opposite sides. The embroidery on the wood is done to a level beyond pure excellence— the carvings are delicate, thin, and flawless. Swirls and spirals decorate the deep mahogany wood, and laid atop the seats are thick, velvet cushions. Without a doubt, the pillow is sturdy yet so utterly soft and delightful.
“It’s all yours, my love.” His hands envelop your lower back, gently nudging you to inch towards the setup.
His heavy footsteps follow yours, the pounding of his black oxford’s meeting the floor below ringing through your ears.
It reminds you of the countless times you’ve heard Izuku’s footsteps late at night after he had come home from a long shift, or the days you spent in solitude, locked in a basement and chained to the walls of the cold, pitch black room.
He pulls out chair for you, before pushing it back in once you’ve securely seated yourself. Returning to his side of the table, he sits down and lifts a bottle of wine from under the table, popping out the cork.
“Care for a glass?” He’s nearly done pouring himself a hefty helping of liquor before tipping an empty glass in your direction and grinning.
If all went to hell, at least you would be buzzed enough to forget about it all.
You nod your head.
After pouring you a glass, you both proceed to eat. The meat is tender, savory, and flavorful. Once the noodles meet your tongue, they practically melt like a popsicle on a hot day. There’s the perfect amount of seasoning and chives that can be found in each bite, sending you reeling for seconds.
Minutes pass and the night continues to darken as you both feast on the meals in front of you, downing each bite with a sip of the sweet wine poured for you both. By the time you’re done chewing on your last bite, you’re a few glasses in and drunk.
Setting the cutlery down, you rest your chin on your palm, quietly gazing at Izuku’s massive figure. The angered thoughts that you had buried deep inside your mind creeps out of its closings, slipping to the front of your brain. Its claws push past the protective barriers that grew with time and experience, the survival tactics that you had to develop in order to adapt to an entirely new universe.
Maybe, it’s the liquor thrumming in your veins that pushes you to open your mouth clumsily and let words slip from your lips that you knew would have you punished.
"Do you regret it?”
Izuku’s fork stills, his head remaining downwards towards his meal. The air between you both stills, the candles that once radiated a tranquil warmth now becomes one that burns within your skin like a raging fire and raises the hair on your arms.
“Don’t go further,” the embers whisper. They flicker as the pace of the wind picks up, sending wisps of your hair flying. “Don’t play with fire when you know you can’t quell the flames away.”
“Don’t fall for the same trap you did years ago, (Name).”
But you were never one to listen to warning signs, were you?
“You had it all, Midoriya,” the words gush out of your mouth like a flood filling a building, no force able to prevent the inevitable from occurring. “You surpassed All Might— the greatest hero to have ever existed in history since the beginning of quirks; everyone adored you and villains fell at your heels. You even managed to eventually defeat All for One. Wealth encompassed you and you could have had any person you wanted as your partner.”
The red liquid in your cup captures your attention, twinkling in the moonlight. “Yet, you threw it all away. Why? Anyone would have died to be in your position.”
Izuku remains unmoving, almost refusing to react. It’s like when a predator and it’s prey meet eye to eye, each one staring the other to make the first move. To attack or flee. But in this case, you were already cornered.
Helpless, weak, defenseless. Those were the words you would use to describe yourself. But your inferiority only spurs you on, feeding into the ignited flames.
“You took everything I had, even when you had to all.” Tears well up in your eyes, hands moving to fist at your dress. It’s overwhelming— the intensity of your emotions that now settle upon you. The liquid courage that once flowed through your veins seeps out of your system, leaking from your eyes. The edges of your vision fade away into a blurry mess, impairing you. Softly, you weep, “Why can’t I win, just once?”
The tears spill from eyes like a dam cracking from the pressure of the water. The trickle is slow, light, but as each tear falls the intensity increases until they stream down your face. Shallow breaths are taken with each sob, each exhale a painful heave that leaves your shoulders rattling. Loose limbs freeze in place like stone, muscles tending to the point of violent shaking.
Your sobs are obnoxiously loud, disruptive, and foreign with the beauty of the night, but you can’t stop. You set a foot into the rabbit hole and now you’ve fallen into it with no escape.
A gentle scraping of wood against tile is drowned out by your desperate breaths, until you feel warm hands clasp your own and hug you tightly. Small murmurs leave his lips as he tenderly rubs your skin, the heroic instincts he once had kicking in.
Truly, there were some parts that you could not entirely remove from a person no matter how drastically they changed.
Eventually, the tears run out and you are left motionless in Izuku’s hold, eyes stuck in a blank stare. You’re nothing but a mere doll, lifeless and pliable. Izuku coos at you as he shifts you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
“Stand up, love” he whispers, shifting his hold onto your elbows to raise you from your chair. “I have one final surprise for you.”
You comply, leaning into Izuku’s hulking figure. Tuckered out from your wracking sobs, all ideas you held about refusing to succumb to his touch escape your mind.
“Look at the ground, darling.”
And you do as you’re told.
At first, there’s nothing but the tile of the building under you. It’s dark outside, but it looks solid in color. It would be rough against your skin if you fell on it. Probably cold too, like the feeling of thousands of needles piercing through your skin.
Then, a slight heat begins to emit from beneath you, warming your footwear. The plain color of cement fades away into a light gray and eventually, into an ivory. There’s sudden clicks from below you and instinctively you clutch onto Izuku’s arm, mind alert. You don’t have the energy to panic, but you know that something isn’t right.
The ivory fades away to form a translucent tile, but there are undefined shapes below you.
The clicks continue, but with each one it sounds closer and sections of the building under you light up, the brightness seeping through the cracks.
“Izuku, what’s this?” Your voice quivers, knees trembling in place.
He grins maniacally, verdant irises gleaming in glee. “Just wait and see,” he responds.
The clicking comes closer and closer, and with each light that switches on you can begin to make out certain shapes.
Familiar faces.
Once the final light turns on, you’re in tears all over again, in a state of shock. The bloodied faces of your former classmates, friends, and coworkers stare back at you, their own eyes lifeless. It’s disgusting, the blood that covers the building below you.
You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You can only stare in horror as you watch the people of your past look back up at you, long gone from the world.
“Isn’t it just extraordinary?” He squeezes your shoulders enthusiastically, beaming from one ear to the other. “You get to see all the low-lives of your past dead, in front of your very own eyes. Everyone who made you suffer is finally gone. Isn’t that just wonderful?”
The sight makes you want to vomit the katsudon and wine back up again.
“Can’t you see how much I love you, darling? I killed everyone who hurt you to make you happy!” He twists your face to meet his, moving to press a kiss to your lips.
And you don’t stop him.
You can’t.
You never could.
You should have listened when you were told to run, just like you were so many years ago. You should have listened to others, too blinded by ignorance.
This time, you were blinded by fear.
And now, you were stuck forever.
Closing your eyes once your lips meet his, you accept your reality.
You were stuck forever with Izuku, married to the world’s worst villain.
You fell for his trap and now had you in his grasps forever, just like he planned. You could never outsmart the puppeteer; this was his world. Not yours. It never was and it would never be.
And you had finally accepted the inevitable.
“No one is coming back for you, you know? You’re mine forever.”
You would never win against Izuku Midoriya. No one ever could.
It was best to accept the truth sooner than later.
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lady-ashfade · 3 months
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Silly Darling
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—£ Yan!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader x Yan!Ochako Uraraka.
—£ In this the reader is used as They/them. They also live in a apartment and work as a waiter/waitress.
—£ Warnings: Stalking, Killing, Knifes, Blood, Possessive, Obsession, Short stories.
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Deku & Ochako already have a relationship, secret to the public, but they stayed together through it all. They were in a rough patch of the relationship with all the work loud, nothing was threatening the relationship but it was hard for them. Pro hero life was stressful and they were working their way to get somewhere.
Then they finally have free time a whole weekend to themselves and they decided to go out for dinner at a restaurant. This is where you come in, their darling waiter! How you smiled at they and welcome them when they came in. You treated them normally and not like a fan.
You were attractive, so much that they fell for you instantly. The kindness you showed them was making them go crazy that it started to bug them when you didn’t make a big deal. Are they not popular enough? Don’t you know who that are?
“Me and girlfriend here are just off hero patrol, it’s our night off.” Deku replied when you asked if it was a special night.
“Oh, that’s amazing.” You hummed and smiles at them, not giving them enough praise for their liking. “You must be hungry then, should we get started?”
Oh boy did they never forget you. The moment they got in the car they both started to talk about you.
“They were too perfect, I mean I love you deku. But they- I don’t know.” She played with her thumb nervously in her seat.
“I understand what you mean. They’re too kind for their own good.”
They start to come in more to see you often and they sit in your section. It was a way to see you close and have you talk to them.
And not just from watching you from a window or following you home. No, this was your attention. Way better.
Having two pro hero’s follow you around is more scary then you think. They have train in not being seen, how to find someone and have many connections. So it’s easy for them to find out every detail of your life. You’re first day of school pictures, who your friends are and family, and your ex’s.
You hated the feeling you got in your apartment. The feeling of constantly being watched and no matter how many times you checked around you couldn’t find anything.
After a few weeks they ask you out while they get ready to leave the restaurant. Making you flustered that both of them want you but you say yes and run away, after giving them your number.
They are always texting you. About your day or their’s, if something reminds them of you, where you’d like to go out next. After the first date it is hard to get away from them. Next thing you know, you’re in the a relationship with them out of the blue. Even if you felt hesitant about it they convinced you.
Then the yandere behavior really starts to take over.
They are aways near you. They are either staying at your place or you over at theirs. They also start to control your time out without them and even if they are working. You start to see less and less of your friends and get less calls from your family. And they try to talk you into quitting your job since they have money to take care of you.
“Don’t look so sad darling,” she twisted her hair and leaned on your body, “You have us and you need no one less!” She chirped happily as you cried over missing your family.
Then you are stuck. They made you get fired and now staying at their place and aways sabotage your job interviews. Making them your only hope in having money.
It wasn’t until you saw them beating up a man that hit on you at the grocery store in the alleyway. Blood drilling from his mouth as they continued to hurt his limp cold body, making it send a shiver down your spin and a ill feeling in your stomach.
“Guys?” You call out and clinch your chest and take a step back in fear.
They turn to you with blood on their face and glowing red eyes, “Baby, we told you to wait inside.” You swallowed to try and restore the dryness in your throat. “Tsk tsk, never do as you’re told.” Ochako pulls the knife from his corpse.
“You guys are sick! I thought you were heroes?” Screaming you tear up and grow angry. “We are through, I can’t believe I ever-” your breath hitches when wind blows on your skin and you see green lightning flash in front of your eyes. A hand wraps around your mouth, and breath hit the base of your neck.
“Don’t be like that love. We just do what’s best for you, this man was disgusting and touched what belonged to us. It’s only fair he pays the price,” his other hands wrap’s around your hips and his lips give you a soft kiss on the upper neck. “You’re our doll after all. The others had what was coming to them, and so did he.”
The others….There were more? How many people have they killed. How long have you been dating murders. You saw the flags before but you didn’t think they were this crazy for you. How in the hell could you get out of this?
“Silly baby, you disobeyed us. When we get home you’re going in time out, even more because you saw this.” She cupped your cheek as you stare fearful at the girl you once loved.
“Don’t be afraid, doll. We would never hurt you.”
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