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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Bad Vibrations

Prelude - You know those stories that like you read and then the ending is like “but it was all a DrEaM”? yeah this is that but in reverse. Also keep in mind that Shindo is an individual who keeps up a very polished outer appearance, very different underneath the surface. Bakugou saw through it; Shindou’s a little faker for the public just saying

Pairing - Shindo Yo X Reader

Prompt - Shindo but noncon

Warnings - NSFW, stalker Shindo, non con, dub con, graphic, vibrations (ofc), crying, idk, y’all should know by now that there aint nothing good going on in these here parts.

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4FeWr4OsidcJClBjUEBHWI?si=Ea026PEQSX2vsQFf8AKkZw

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You wake up to a hand over your mouth, a weight across your waist.

It’s still dark, your bedroom window open and leaking cool air into your room.

There’s a figure above you, straddling your waist, eyes glinting through the darkness. It’s a man, you determine, with his unruly hair, muscled build and the rough “shhhh” noise he makes, his hand tightening over your mouth as you fully awaken.

“Mmh!” You whine, panic flushing through your body. Who is this? Why is he here? Oh god, are you going to die?

“If I take my hand off, can you be good?”

His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. The man doesn’t seem to be a threat from his body language, the smooth rhythm of his voice, even though he’s apparently broken into your house, into your bedroom.

You nod your head. As soon as your mouth is free, you’re begging quietly.

“Please don’t hurt me, please.”

“Shhh, I wouldn’t dream of such a thing.” The man cooed, a hand cupping the side of your face. Odd. “I just want you to be good, okay? You can do that for me, right?”

What does he mean? You suppose your puzzled face clues him into your confusion, because the man chuckles lowly.

“Aw, don’t worry… I know you don’t have a clue who I am, but that’s okay - it’s not your fault. I’m Shindo, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you, everything’s fine.”

The man was so soothing, if he wasn’t pinning you to your bed with his bodyweight, maybe you wouldn’t be shivering with fear. You couldn’t think straight, mind still foggy with sleep, all you could do was blink up at the man-Shindo.

“I’m tired of watching, I just want a little taste, y’know? You looked so pretty earlier, like a little treat.”

Your eyes widened, and your body tensed. What was he—? Had he been watching you? What did he mean by /earlier/? Your mind flitted back to what you were doing before you drifted off to sleep, and you immediately flushed. An electric toothbrush had been pressed to your cunt, over your panties, the vibrations ever so slight as you writhed under your own hand. You had never messed with toys before, too intimidated by all the different choices, the names, the reviews. Plus, the actual act of buying them was mortifying, even if you could just order one from Amazon - what if it showed up in a package clearly outlining what it was? What if your neighbors saw?

“Don’t be shy, I know it felt good, I mean, it certainly looked good.” Your attention was pulled back to the present, to the man-Shindo sitting on top of you. He was grinning, a small hint of teeth showing. Your heart hammered in your chest - you we’re going to die. This man was going to rape you, then kill you.

“Please, there’s-there’s money in the drawer, you can have it a-“

Shindo surged forward, capturing your mouth in a kiss, cutting you off mid-sentence. You squeaked, rearing backwards, but he followed, pressing his lips so firmly to your own that you felt like he was trying to worm his way inside. You tried to turn your head, shocked, scared, but a hand grabbed your chin with an iron grip, freezing you in place. It hurt.

A moment passed, then two, and you were fully panicking now, chest heaving, hands flailing. Shindo separated himself from you with a quiet, wet smack, barely pulling away from your lips before leaning back down to kiss your nose. The hand holding your chin relaxed.

“Don’t fight, just be good. I’ll treat you nice, okay? Don’t make me upset baby.” His voice had a sharp edge to it, and you had the immediate sense of mind to commit to doing what he said - you figured if you didn’t, you might not live to file a police report. You nodded shakily, tears brimming in your eyes. This couldn’t be happening.

Shindo smiled at your nod, patting your cheek lovingly, before another kiss was planted to the tip of your nose. “Good. Now, we’re going to get to the fun stuff, what do you say?”

It was a rhetorical question, the man not even waiting for a response before he was tugging at your shirt, almost ripping it as he pulled it up and over your chest, whistling as your bare chest was revealed. “Damn baby, you’re delicious.”

You flushed, hands twitching uselessly at your sides. You shouldn’t, you couldn’t fight, he’d hurt you. You just needed to stay still and quiet, let him do what he wanted, let him take what he wanted. It was going to be fine. You could do it.

Abandoning your shirt after he bunched it underneath your arms, the man immediately palmed at your chest, hands warm, soft. The chill of the night air plus his interest in your nipples had the small buds peaking almost immediately, stiff and upright. Shindo gave a quiet, pleased huff, before thumbing over your nipples, closely watching your face for a reaction. You turned to the side, determined to not give him one. Maybe if you just stayed still, didn’t engage, he’d get bored and hurry up, fuck off into the night and back from where he came.

A wet, searing heat enclosed your right nipple, and you gasped, arcing at the foreign sensation. A glance downward showed Shindo with his mouth around your tit, brown eyes hooded, twinkling up at you. You turned your face to the side again, shooting a hand up to bite down onto your fist as the man started sucking. It felt good, a dull pressure pulling at your breast, making you want to arch your back and push further into the man’s mouth.

He stayed there for a moment, sucking quietly, before quickly switching to your other tit, immediately bringing his hand up to palm softly at the spit-slicked nipple he’d just abandoned. You whined into your fist, it felt good, why did it feel good? It shouldn’t, this was wrong.

Shindo switched again, one hand always kneaded the breast not held up to his mouth. He kept his tongue busy, playing with your nipple, laving hotly over your skin, sucking bruises into the sensitive flesh of your breast. You could’ve sworn that his tongue vibrated a couple times when it passed over your nipple, but maybe that was just the intense shaking from your body.

You were so stressed, so scared, your body was practically vibrating in fear - you were shivering so hard you felt like you were going to throw up.

The man quickly got bored, detaching from your breast to shuffle down further, stripping the sheet away from your body as he did so. The tears that you had successfully held back so far came rolling down your cheeks as he gripped the waistband of your pajama pants. When you couldn’t quiet a sob, the man’s brown eyes flickered up, away from where he was peeling the pants down, barely pulling it past your belly button.

“Hey, don’t cry, I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you, like, three times. I’ll be gentle, I know how to treat my girl right.” He soothed, but his words just made you cry harder.

He clicked his tongue, before crawling up to flop down next to you, laying on his side, facing you. You closed your eyes, the intensity of his gaze too much for you to handle, muffled cries wracking your body. You couldn’t do this, he was going to rape you, this can’t happen.

Thumbs wiped at your face, rubbing your tears away. “You know, it’s kinda hard for me to get it up when you’re laying here crying like that, so I’m going to need you to stop.”

You kept your eyes closed, wanting to convince yourself this was just some bad dream, you could wake up, this wasn’t happening. A sharp pinch to your cheek had you giving a small cry, eyes snapping open to see his face inches from your own.

“Don’t fucking ignore me, I’m being fucking nice. You want that to change?” He growled, making you flinch. The whiplash from the personality change had you confused, lips quivering as you burst out into a fresh wave of tears, quickly trying to wipe them away. This man was dangerous.

Seeing you try to rectify your crying, Shindo backed away, offering you a comforting smile. “See? It’s not so hard. God, you’re perfect for me, so obedient.” His voice was sickeningly sweet again, nothing like the vicious growl it had been not ten even ten seconds ago. It was terrifying, the man was unhinged.

There was a quick press of his lips against yours again, before he was resuming his position by your lower half, busying himself with pulling your pajama pants off.

The second they passed your hips, revealing your bare pussy to his gaze, Shindo groaned out a curse, body sagging. Your pajama pants were quickly ripped the rest of the way off, leaving you completely exposed.

You wanted to cover yourself from his searing gaze, but something told you the the man wouldn’t like that - he might hurt you for trying - so you twisted them into the sheets by your head, anchoring yourself in the physical sensation that it provided you.

Shindo looked up, sticking his fingers in his mouth as he did so. You watched him suck on them, swirling his tongue around the digits before taking them out, absolutely drenched with his spit.

“You’re gonna like this part.”

Before you could ask what he meant by that, before you could even /think/, those fingers were pressed against your pussy, smushed up against your clit. The sensation from that lone had you breathing in quickly, closing your eyes. When the vibrations started, you almost screamed.

Your eyes flew open, mouth open in a silent cry, hips bucking uncontrollably both towards and away from the vibrating fingers. It felt so good it hurt, the vibrations hitting deep, buzzing and rumbly, so fast and heavy that you couldn’t think, you couldn’t even breath.

Shindo laughed, eyes dark as he watched you writhe on his fingers, slowly starting to rub them over your clit, along your labia, moving up to press hard against your mons pubis, which mad the vibrations go so impossibly deep, you choked on a moan, eyes rolling back into your head. The feeling was incredible, it was too much and not enough all at the same time, like nothing you had ever felt before.

He played with you like that, you don’t even know for how long. It could’ve been a second, it could’ve been an hour. All you knew is that it felt good, that you wanted more, that you couldn’t stop your hips from trying to grind down against his head. And then he was pulling back the hood that protected your sensitive clit, using a finger to flick at the bud, and you were sobbing through an orgasm.

“Please! Oh god, stop, stop! It-it hurts, no more, please!” You cried, the pleasure quickly breaching into overstimulated pain as he ghosted over your clit. It hurt, sharp pain, the buzzing reaching into your thighs, and you didn’t know if it would ever stop.

Then, it did, and you almost cried in relief, collapsing against the bed in a gasp, sweaty and breathless.

You think some time passed, enough for SHindo to strip out of his clothes, because when you next opened your eyes (when had you closed them?) the man was naked, watching you.

He had his fist loosely wrapped around his cock, his long, veiny cock, already shining with precum. He was stroking slowly, seemingly content to watch the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to regain your breath, the glistening wet of your pussy clenching between your legs.

Your eyes met his, those brown, glinting daggers, slitted dangerously as they watched you. “Mm, feel good pretty? I knew it would. Just gotta let me take care of you… I can make you feel even better.”

“I don’t….” You whispered, your sentence trailing off. You didn’t want to do this, but could you even say no? Would he hurt you?

Shindo didn’t hear you, or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge you. He leaned forward, letting go of his cock to situate himself between your thighs. You cringed when his wet hand brushed against your leg, pulling it up and over his elbow, opening you up to him.

This was so gross, his cock was leaking all over the place, and he was going to put it inside you, you were going to vomit.

“Let me in, let me treat you nice.” He cooed, tapping the tip of his cock sweetly against your clit, almost mocking you. You jerked on each tap, body shaking hard again.

Then he shifted, dipping down so he could line his cock up, slip it inside quickly, before you could move or wiggle backwards.

You couldn’t think about anything other than the solid heat filling you, pushing into your stomach, stretching you past the point of comfort. You had to bear down, relaxing your pussy around him so it didn’t hurt as much. He was long, and thick, and it hurt - was it supposed to hurt?

Shindo cursed again, his hand quickly patting along the bed before he found your own, immediately clenching it tight within his grasp.

“Baby, you feel so nice, clenching like that around me. Been waiting so long for this, was gonna do something all dramatic and romantic like flowers and candles…. I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

He was completely inside, stilling as his hips came into contact with your skin, panting above you.

“Been watching you for a while, you’re real dumb, I followed you home in plain sight several times. I even broke in a few times, stole some stuff.”

Your eyes were wide, staring up at the man above you with your mouth open. This was too much to process all at once, the physical sensation, the information being dumped on you.

Shindo continued “It was nothing big, just some panties and other little things here and there. You didn’t mind though, you never even noticed it was missing.” You had noticed some stuff go ‘missing’ but you had just chalked it up to your own faults, loosing your favorite necklace, misplacing towels, forgetting where you put your underwear after you folded it.

“You’re a little dumb, but that’s okay baby, I don’t mind. It’s kinda cute, y’know? Although it would’ve been nice for you to at least recognize me - I’m not in the top ten, but I’m still a pretty good hero.”

Wait, hero? You looked up at the man, scanning his face. He didn’t look like any hero you had seen on the news. He caught your suspicious gaze, his brow furrowing, a deep frown appearing on his face.

“What, you really don’t get the fuck who I am?” He snapped, the hand holding your own flashing towards your throat, fighting around your skin, cutting off your air. “I’ll give you a little hint.”

The cock inside of you vibrated, just like his fingers had.

You choked behind the hand cutting off your airway, thrashing under the man over you. The cock kept vibrating, but the hand let off your throat, letting you gulp in deep breaths.

“This ring any bells?” His voice was light again. You wanted to cry, he was moody, volatile, scary. You couldn’t do this - you could feel his lightly vibrating cock leaking inside of you, whether you could actually feel it or not, just the mental image was making you sick.

“I-I don’t know who you are..” You tried, voice slightly scratchy. “I just wanna stop, please? I won’t tell anyone, please, if you’re a hero…. This isn’t right.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Fine. I gave a plenty of chances.” The mean cut in his voice was back, and that’s all you could notice before his hips were pulling back, cock sucking out of you, before it plunged back inside.

It was vibrating even more intensely, like it was shaking your inside, and you couldn’t think past the quickly building thrusts, the man sweating and groaning above you, hand gripping your leg tightly. You couldn’t breathe.

“No, I don’t want this, it-it feels weird! I can’t—!” You squealed, Shindo unrelenting as he rolled his hips into you, grinning.

“I dunno, feels good to me.”

You moaned on his next thrust, the vibrations bringing you to the edge, too fast, too intensely. You felt like you were speeding towards it, and then you were falling over it, shaking on his cock as you came, clenching your teeth.

“Fuck, fuck baby, feel so good!” He didn’t let up, didn’t give you a second, just kept thrusting, leaning down to push his tongue into your mouth, his spit going everywhere. It was too much, you couldn’t take it, you just came!

“Shin-do! No, too - mmhm - much! Plea-se, too-too m-ah! Ah, ah, ah!” You moaned, embarrassed at the sounds tumbling out of your mouth as you ripped your head away from his slime tongue, but yet you couldn’t stop yourself as you whined.

“Nn, you’ve got such a tight little cunt, perfect - ah! - for my cock.” His thrust sped up, the vibrations getting stronger inside of you, and you threw your head back, squealing, bucking your hips, thrashing - anything to get away.

But his grip was unrelenting, as was the quickening slap of his hips against yours, his thick balls swinging to clap against your ass lewdly. You couldn’t get away, he was going to cum inside, you couldn’t make it stop.

“Oh, baby - haah - keep moving like that, you’re milking my cock, feels so good.” He moaned, dipping down to pant against your neck. You cried out, trying to still, trying not to egg him on. You just wanted this to be over, you could hardly think with the pleasant, intense buzzing in your pussy, the solid, warm cock filling you up, pushing you past your limits.

And then you were gone, screaming into another orgasm, loosing yourself to the sensation.

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You wake up to your covers tucked around your chin, safely snuggled into your pillows.

It’s light, your bedroom window open and leaking the sun into your room.

You go to stretch, reaching your arms above your head, only to pause at the unrelenting ache in your back, the horrible tight soreness between your legs. It-it wasn’t a nightmare.

It was real.

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Denied︱Yandere Shindo Yo x f!Reader

Prompt: “I can’t wait any longer.”

Trope: Jealous!Character x Friend!Character

a/n: This is my submission for the weekly nsfw prompt from the @bnhabookclub! I’m feeling really self-conscious about posting this so I hope it turned out okay. I don’t have any content for this character so I figured this might be a good start. Please read the warnings and only continue if you’re comfortable with them. This is set in a college/university au, quirks still exist and everyone is 18+.

5.8k words

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, swearing, some degradation at the end, yandere behaviour

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He was just another guy in your department at first.

Lingering in the study hall, making small talk with other students before lectures. You saw him a lot, but nothing ever moved past brief glances.

Your friends were the ones who introduced you to him. Whether you should be grateful or not was beyond you at this point.

It was late, you had a night class and were packing your laptop into your backpack at the end of a lecture. A Friday night usually didn’t mean much for you. Just as you were at the moment, your plans would usually lean towards the monotonous side. The comfort of your dorm room played a large part in those plans―but not tonight.

Those who chose to grace you with their presence time and time again, while you wouldn’t always consider them your friends, were set on dragging you out with them for drinks. You didn’t necessarily mind it, but the pushiness wasn’t completely appreciated. Especially when it came in the form of a couple not so restrained individuals.

Every friend group has their flirts, yours being no exception. Only now there was a new addition.

Shindo Yo.

He made his presence very clear. Transferring into your class right before the deadline for availability, he quickly wormed his way into your life. It was a matter of keeping himself in all the right places where he knew you would be.

Like with the peers you chose to hang around with, of course.

It was sickeningly quick, the way Yo grew comfortable in your presence. The whole night was spent trying to weasel your way from his side. It was a task that proved to be much harder than it should’ve.

You’d shove off the arm draped over your shoulders, or move away from his frame leaning against yours at a bar table. He just met you, yet he was already so goddamn clingy. As far as you were concerned, it only proved what kind of person he was. Someone who got too comfortable too quickly―absolutely no awareness for someone's boundaries.

As much as you hoped he’d leave you alone after that painfully tiring night out, he didn’t. Yo sat down in the seat beside you the next class you two had together.

A cheeky, “This seat taken?” Of course it wasn’t―you always got to class early so there was never anyone occupying the surrounding area for a while. Which meant he had time to chat your ear off until the prof showed up.

“Don’t think I got your number last Friday.” You knew he was looking at you with that shit eating grin. There was no way you’d give him the time of day to look though.

“You didn’t.” You pretended to read a page in your textbook in an attempt to silently convey how much you’d rather not to speak to him.

“That’s right, I didn’t.” He paused, presumably waiting for something else from you. And when you didn’t speak, he did. “I think it only makes sense I did get it though.”

You spared him a side glance, noting his jovial attitude, “And why is that?” Sounding a little snarky wasn’t your intention, but the excessive amount of affection he’d shown deemed it permissible.

He gave a half-hearted chuckle, “We’re in the same class, we hang with the same people. And now,” he put his laptop and water bottle on the table in front of the two of you, “we sit together. Don’t you think it’s only natural that we exchanged numbers?”

He acted so casual, his tone so friendly that it was hard to deny him. And in an act of reflex, you didn’t. “I guess not...but we could just―”

“Here. Make a new contact for yourself.” Yo extended his unlocked phone towards you, and with a reluctant hand you took it. The contacts app was already open, so you started to type in your information.

“Not gonna give me your phone too?” You looked up at the man who was waiting expectedly, eyeing the device that was resting on your textbook before looking back at you.

“Oh, uh...yeah, sorry.” Mildly embarrassed, you handed him your phone as you spoke, not before unlocking it and opening the same app. His fingers brushed yours as he took it from you, and for a moment you wondered if the contact was just as intentional as all the other times he insisted on touching you last Friday.

The two of you sat in silence as you finished filling out the contact form.

He returned your device, you doing the same. You mentally rolled your eyes upon seeing the heart emoticons Yo placed next to his name.

“Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t we start hanging out more? From what I’ve seen you don’t exactly make a point in talking to anyone. You could use the company.”

Was that supposed to sound friendly?

“Ah, I don’t know. I’m pretty busy with school and―”

“Oh, c’mon. I’m sure you can find some free time. If it’s parties you’re not big on we can just study together.”

You looked at him, slightly offended at the interruption but also confused at the offer of studying. He seemed like the kind of guy to just wing it through all his classes. Going out for more drinks certainly wasn’t on your to do list and it was something you presumed he was more inclined to suggest. But studying―that was something you could do. “I guess...if you’re okay with that. I’ve got some free time after this class, it’s alright if you’re too busy though.”

“No, I’m good too. Why don’t you send me your schedule so I know when you’re free.”

It was a harmless suggestion. Convenient even―he wouldn’t have to pester you over when it was a good time to study. But something about that smile of his didn’t sit right. It was more like a grin―suggestive in a way.

It made you uneasy.

You took out your phone, “I’ve got a lot of classes so I’m not sure we’ll be able to see each other very often.” Opening his contact, you attached the image of your schedule to the text and sent it. A second later and his phone buzzed atop the table.

“Perfect. Would you look at that, our schedules are actually pretty similar.” Yo was scanning the timetable, meanwhile you weren’t feeling so pleased hearing that you might have to be around him more than you could handle.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but just as he opened his mouth to speak the professor walked into the room. You hadn’t even realized it, but amidst your conversation with Yo the majority of the students had filed in.

It looked like the instructor was still getting ready for the lecture, booting up the terminal at the front of the room to display a powerpoint.

“You mind if I borrow a pencil? Forgot some stuff in my dorm.” He was back to looking at you with that smile of his. Maybe it really was just a friendly gesture, nothing more.

You were probably overthinking things.

“Yeah, gimme a sec―” Rooting through your pencil case, you managed to locate a spare utensil for the man. Offering it to him with a quiet “Here,” Yo took it from your hand.

“Thanks cutie.”

The professor started up the powerpoint. All attention shifted to the front of the room, meanwhile yours remained on the nonchalant behaviour of the man sitting next to you.

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The lecture was over before you knew it. Note taking and trying not to fall asleep were the main battles to be had, aside from trying to distract yourself from Yo.

Was he closer than he was before the professor started speaking?

“Hey, earth to (y/n).”

You looked up at his soft brown eyes, “What? Oh, sorry―zoned out a little.” Awkwardly, you stuffed your notes and laptop into your bag.

Yo laughed a little at your state, “Yeah, I can tell.” He began doing the same before continuing, “So, where did you wanna study. I know of a nice little place in the library on this side of campus. Or maybe if you’re hungry we can go to that new cafe that opened up down the street…”

Right, you promised him you’d study.

Somehow in your muddled thoughts the declaration got lost on you, but naturally such a thing would never happen to Yo. He was much too persistent for that.

The library was secluded. Not a good idea.

“The cafe should be fine. Is there anything in particular you want to go over?” All your belongings were effectively shoved into your bag. You stood up, retrieving the light jacket that was hanging off the back of your chair.

Yo began doing the same, picking up a discarded sweater. “Hmm, I think I just wanna go over the basics. But I’d be more than happy to help you out with anything.” He was pulling on the article of clothing, pushing the chair in with his leg. “I’ve actually got pretty good grades in this class. Think you need a tutor?”

His tone was almost teasing, but you paid no mind. “I think I’m good. Why don’t we just focus on the material from today’s lecture. Not quite sure I retained most of it to be honest.”

“Cool, you can borrow my notes if you missed anything.”

He was already walking in the direction of the door before you could respond, his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. Studying with someone was better than being alone. It’s just...Yo was very eager. You’d known him for less than a week, and he was already acting like you were lifetime friends. Actually, it felt like it was a little more than that.

But you’d keep it as friends. Besides, you weren’t about to abandon the people you had long-term committed relationships with for fresh meat.

Following him out of the room, you tried to maintain a safe distance between the two of you. Both physically and in conversation―it was safer that way.

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It would appear that Yo really was as intelligent as he claimed. You missed more than you thought from the lecture, and the man didn’t hesitate for a second when it came to diligently explaining the content.

Surprisingly, the time you spent with him was enjoyable. Perhaps you judged him too soon. There were no complaints on his end as you went over the material. A back and forth that should be painstakingly tedious was nothing but the sort.

You just studied. Disregarding a few flirtatious comments here and there, he was mostly respectable. And when the time came to go your separate ways, you did so with a hint of reluctance. However, that too was quickly disregardable.

The relaxing atmosphere of your dorm was much preferable.

It wasn’t the last time Yo asked to study with you. Surely enough, when the opportunity presented itself, he had one thing in mind. Always a one sided initiation, he would send you a quick text, asking if you were free.

You were always free, and when it came to something as harmless as studying there wasn’t anything to hold you back from holing up in a cafe with Yo after class.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

Too much distance, you presumed. It wasn’t something you minded―you preferred it that way. But Yo was a man committed to closeness. And he wanted to be close to you.

He came to your dorm room unannounced, passing it off as checking up on you. And if you weren’t doing anything you would be soon, him always insisting that an impromptu study session was in need.

You had no clue how he found your dorm room.

Yo was nice to you. Patient, understanding―a little touchy, but still. He was nice. It made it easy to overlook his less than ideal traits.

The traits that had him slowly integrating himself into your everyday life. Or at least trying to.

He suggested doing something that didn’t involve hovering over textbooks and drowning in the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Going out for dinner, seeing that new movie that just came out, going to a live music performance at the bar.

You denied him at each turn. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Yo. It was just that you had your suspicions about him. The relationship you two held was still newly formed. Maybe a month had gone by at the most, and during that time you were trying to get a better idea of the kind of person he was.

The person he didn’t let everyone see.

There was no way he was so effortlessly kind and helpful. He was a good friend, someone to study with. But there was concern to be held when it came to the prospect of who he really was. If there was a different personality underneath the layers of sweet sentiments and innocence, you needed to be aware of them.

He was a man to be kept at a distance at the moment, for your own sake.

Your other friends didn’t warrant the same treatment. You’d known them since graduating high school for the most part. Maybe a few of them were newer acquaintances, but they still had at least a year under their belt.

Another month went by, and you were still on the same level of friendship. Study buddies, with the occasional bout of small talk here and there.

But he was pushing you. The disconnect was getting to him. The visits to your dorm didn’t stop, and he started suggesting other, less public spots to go over the course content.

He brought up going to the library once again.

“They’ve got these private rooms we can rent so it’s easier to study. Doesn’t that sound better?”

You trusted Yo, but only to an extent. Not the way you trusted your other friends. And he saw that.

Two more months and not much had changed. Exams were rolling around and you needed to focus more than ever. But a little fun couldn’t hurt.

A few times here and there you were once again dragged out to social events. Parties, bar hopping―shameless behaviour.

Except it wasn’t―not to Yo.

He tagged along, like he would with any other excursion you went on. Like the first night you went out with him he was as clingy as ever. And just like before you kept pushing him off. Maybe not as much, but enough for there to be a difference. A difference between the way you treated him and the way you let all your other friends get close to you. That’s what was shameless―his complete disregard for your boundaries.

After one night of repeated resistance he got worse. The insisting attitude was amplified. He sat closer to you, and you did your best to subtly inch away. Sometimes you let him have his fun, but mostly you wanted to maintain that space that kept you safe. If he did turn out to be someone that wasn’t the man you’d been studying with for almost four months, you needed to have a way out. Being in public with him did the trick.

The two of you were burning the midnight oil―luckily the cafe on campus was open until the current ungodly hours of the night. Yo was as helpful as ever, going over the seemingly endless notes and lecture powerpoints as many times as you needed. You tried to help him, but he was too smart for his own good, or at least that’s how he acted.

And yet, his normal beaming personality―always a little too kind to feel genuine―just seemed a little...off.

You couldn't quite place where the feeling came from.

“Ahh, well I don’t know about you but I’m ready to pack it in,” he sighed with a stretch. The two of you were huddled around a small table, nearly completely covered in papers, textbooks, wayward sticky notes―you name it.

It was late, neither of you were really tired, but the idea of going over the same thing you’d been reading for the past three hours wasn’t appealing.

You agreed, “Yeah, I’m good with that. Thanks for helping me tonight, probably would’ve procrastinated otherwise.” It was the truth, you were a glutton for punishment, and avoiding the necessary was something you were prone to do.

“No problem, cutie. You know I don’t mind. I get a lot out of it too after all.”

You shook your head, lightly laughing at his claim. “Like you need it, your marks are practically perfect.”

Both of you were lazily moving your things into your respective bags while he responded. “It’s not just the studying, I get to spend time with you.”

You glanced up at him with an inquisitive look before disregarding the notion. “Yeah, okay. Well lemme know if you wanna cram a bit more before the exam. You know by now I’ve got nothing better to do.” Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you grabbed the empty mug and placed it with the other dirty cups at the counter.

Yo did the same, “Actually, would you mind stopping by my dorm really quick. For once there’s actually something I don’t get about the lessons. Maybe you could help?”

He was giving you the innocent smile, waiting for a response. “You mean like...right now?”

He nodded, “Yeah, it’ll only take a sec. Left the notes there by accident.”

It seemed harmless enough, and if it would be brief then surely you could spare the time to assist him.

You followed Yo out of the cafe, letting him lead you to the residence building he was staying in on campus. It wasn’t a long walk, and you were thankful given that you wanted to spend as little time as possible completing this final task of the night.

The journey up the elevator and to his room was done in silence, you taking in the familiar surroundings as your own dorm building was made to look almost identical. Eventually you arrived at his door, him unlocking it and letting you enter first.

He had one of the single room dorms, fit with a separate washroom and kitchen area.

“It’s just in my bedroom.” He moved past another door, and you remained trailing his path. “I’ve got it here somewhere...Here it is!”

He held out some papers being kept together by a staple in the corner. You took it, venturing further into the room as you scanned the documents.

“Ah, Yo...isn’t this stuff we’ve already gone over?”

You heard the door to his bedroom shut behind you, prompting you to turn in his direction. Yo still had his hand on the doorknob, a pensive look mixed with almost a brief moment of conflict. But that quickly faded.

“Y’know, I’ve been trying to figure out how I was gonna go about this for a while. I just...I can’t wait any longer. And honestly, I’m surprised you even came up here.” He laughed off the notion, eyes coming to rest on your form.

You put the papers down on the windowsill. “What are you talking about?”

He was looking at you with almost apathetic eyes, contrasting the slight smile that was just a little too off. “What, you think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been treating me?”

“I’m not sure I’m following, Yo...”

“You keep pushing me away. Time and time again…” He took a step forward, “You don’t do that with anyone else. Why is that?”

He was blocking the only exit to the room. You eyed the door, a pang of anxiety washing over you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...Can we just go over the work―”

“Shut up. You know what I’m talking about.” He spoke slowly, drawing closer to you as he continued, “Your little friends don’t get the same treatment. You don’t mind getting close with them, do you?”

He was backing you further into the room, each stride he took forward being responded with a step behind from you. “What makes them so special, huh?”

Another step.

“They have something I don’t?”

Another step.

“I bet they’ve got you wrapped around their finger.”

Another step. His methodical and drawn out rant didn’t cease.

“And they’re probably fucking telling you to stay away from me, aren’t they?”

You hit the desk behind you, leaning back to put a desperate few more centimeters between the two of you. It left you at a loss for words, seeing this completely new side of him. Something threatening.

Yo was barely even a foot away, voice dangerously low. “Oh, sweetheart.” In an unexpected movement, he cupped your face with both hands, staring directly into your pleading eyes. “You don’t have to listen to them anymore.”

A little too gently in contrast to his demanding attitude, Yo pressed his lips against yours. You grabbed his forearms, attempting to pry him off. He only responded by deepening the kiss, pressing you further into the desk behind you. Unable to comprehend his actions, you stood there frozen.

He didn’t stop, one of his hands weaving its way into your hair, a leg pushing itself in between yours. Seemingly unsatisfied with your lack of reciprocation, he gave your locks a harsh tug. The brief pain made you gasp, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue past your parted lips. If you knew any better you might’ve just bit down on the offending intrusion, but something told you it would only bring bad news.

Yo held you against him until you were frantically pushing against his chest. The lack of oxygen must’ve been mutual, as soon he pulled away.

But he wasn’t quite done yet.

Moving past your lips, Yo began leaving a trail of light kisses―along your jawline, descending to the soft, supple flesh of your neck. The hand that once remained cupping your face had moved, opting to wrap around your waist to prevent you from squirming out of his grasp.

“Y-Yo, I don’t think―”

He bit down harshly on the junction between your neck and your collarbone, stopping your train of thought and earning a small yelp. A little gentler, he sucked on the spot before detaching from it, moving to place new marks on a few other areas.

The whole time you were at odds with yourself.

This was wrong. He was just a friend. It’s all you wanted him to be.

And yet, the nagging voice in the back of your head grew more and more distant with each passing second.

Yo paused his ministrations, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this. You’re such a fucking tease, you know.”

In a swift movement he gripped your hips and lifted you into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around him for support.

“What are you doing? I think we should just―”

“Just what? It’s your fault I’m like this.” He was moving towards his bed, and upon reaching it laid you down at the foot of it. Not wasting a moment, he climbed over your form, nestling himself in between your legs. He leaned down to capture your lips with his once again. One hand next to your head was used to steady himself while the other moved to undo the buttons of your blouse.

Finally catching on to his actions, your own hands flew to the one fumbling with your top. You managed to break the kiss, a little breathless as you spoke, “Stop it Yo, please.”

He took both of your hands, using only one of his to pin them above you. Without the obstacle he resumed his attack on the other side of your neck, ignoring your pleading, now preferring to simply rip at the shirt. You heard a few buttons hit the ground as they flew from the fabric.

Sitting up slightly, Yo fixed his gaze on your now exposed chest. “So...fucking beautiful.” It came out in a breathy sigh, like the sight eased every tension in his body all at once.

He was getting impatient. His head dipped back down to your exposed chest, alternating between gently nipping at the skin and latching onto one spot for a few moments before moving on. His now free hand trailed down the side of your waist, inching lower and lower down your body.

It was a pitiful attempt―trying to pull your hands out of his grasp. Yo was much stronger than you once perceived, another thing to prove just how much you didn’t know about him. Your quiet pleas fell upon deaf ears, him paying no mind to your protests in favour of reaching some self satisfying goal.

The wandering hand slipped beneath the hem of your skirt, and you could feel his fingers brush against the seat of your panties. He momentarily pressed his fingers into the plush and covered skin. That didn’t seem to be enough for him though, as in a swift motion he pushed the fabric aside, a digit slipping between your folds. He massaged teasingly small circles repeatedly, making you unconsciously buck your hips in hopes of gaining more friction. After a few moments his fingers delved lower, gathering some of your slick in between them.

Yo smiled dangerously against your skin at the realization, “You’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you?” His hot breath fanned against you as he chuckled. “Good, it’ll be easier for the both of us if you stopped acting like you didn’t want me.”

You whimpered at his crude words, turning your head to the side in shame. He was right, the heat you felt pooling from his actions wasn’t intended, at least not from you, but it was there nonetheless.

“C’mon, don’t get all shy now.” Without warning he pushed a single finger into your burning core, earning a shocked gasp from you. His thumb remained circling your clit as he pumped agonizingly slowly in and out of you. He added another digit soon after, the slight stretch making your face scrunch up in a small wince.

Assuming he’d gotten bored with leaving marks all over your chest, Yo moved up again to press his lips back into yours.

His fingers curled expertly inside you, reaching that soft, spongy area that sent your mind reeling. You were slowly falling apart around him. And in a moment when you were trying to come back to your senses, Yo activated his quirk, sending ripples of low vibrations through your core.

You jolted from the unexpected sensation before you felt your body reacting sickeningly quick to its effects. He didn’t cease his attack for a second, muffling the moans you tried desperately to hold back while greedily working his mouth against yours. Leaving no area unexplored, you could only let him consume you further as your body succumbed to his ministrations.

Yo’s actions grew more intense, his fingers moving faster in an almost brutal pace while he let his quirk grow in intensity every time he hit that sensitive spot, targeting it with each thrust. You felt the coil in your lower abdomen start to tighten as he slowly worked you towards release.

He broke the kiss, leaving you panting in his wake. “Fuck, I can feel you getting close.” Yo accentuated his claim with a few harsh pumps, somehow going deeper than before. You arched your back at the sensation, earning a pleased look to creep across his face.

“P-please, Yo. I w-wanna―”

“What? You wanna cum, is that it?” He lowered his head back to your neck, pressing light kisses into it before ghosting his lips against the shell of your ear. “I don’t know if I should let you. Been such a bitch to me these past few months, you think you deserve it?”

As if to prove his point, Yo halted his movements, retracting the effects of his quirk. You squirmed beneath him, whimpering at the loss of stimulation.

“I should make you beg for it. How does that sound?” Tantalizingly slowly, he began lazily pushing his fingers back into your heat, dragging them against your sensitive walls while removing them just as steadily. He repeated the action, smirking down at the sight of you writhing against his touch―or the lack of it.

“Yeah, I think that’s what you deserve. Go on, beg for―”

Before he could finish his demand, a few loud knocks could be heard at the door of his dorm room.

“Yo! You in there buddy!?” The voice of a man you didn’t recognize bellowed out from the other side of the door. Your body froze at the sound.

The last thing you wanted was someone finding you in this position. The thought made your blood run cold, and you looked up at Yo to see if he was having the same idea.

From the look on his face, he definitely wasn’t.

Yo ripped the hand away that was pinning your wrists down to the bed, instead clamping it firmly across your mouth. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, grasping at his grip on your face.

“Yeah, what’s up man!”

As soon as he spoke an intense bout of vibrations crashed through your core. He returned to thrusting in and out of your sopping heat, not relenting even as you thrashed against his hold.

It was too much―his quirk now more powerful than ever. He continued to rub tight circles into your clit with almost the same level of vibrations, maybe a little less intense than the ones he was sending through you with his other fingers.

The man outside his dorm spoke again. “I was just wondering if you had the notes from last class. Me and a few guys need them right now.”

Yo spoke without breaking eye contact with you, relishing in the way you tried to control the little noises as a result of his relentless movements. The glint in his eyes that you once saw was gone, now replaced with an empty darkness.

This was the Yo who was being kept from the public. The person you did your best to avoid for so long.

“I do actually, I’m in the middle of something―why don’t I stop by your place in a few minutes?”

You tried to close your legs, or somehow move away as you were pushed towards release faster with every passing second. Yo only pressed your head back into the mattress with more force, acting more as a warning than a way to keep you in place.

“Okay, sounds good man. Hey―are you with someone right now?”

His methods were wreaking havoc on your body. The fear of being caught and the intensity of his actions sent you over the edge. As if sensing you were done for, Yo let out a final wave of forceful vibrations, sending you crashing hard into an orgasm. Your eyes shut tightly as you rode out the blinding sensation, body seizing up completely.

You didn’t know how long it lasted for, but by the time you finally came down from your high it seemed the investigative man on the other side of the door was gone.

Yo removed his fingers, holding them up to his face in awe. Through your tear stained vision you could catch the glistening of your slick, stringing as he pulled his fingers apart. You watched in disgust as he continued to lap at the substance, sucking his own digits clean with a sinfully low moan resonating from his throat in the process.

Focusing anywhere but at him was a better option, but he wouldn’t have that. As you tried to turn your head again with eyes trying to distract themselves on something that wasn’t the man towering above you, the hand over your mouth moved to clamp around your jaw.

“Fucking look at me.” Yo turned your head back harshly at the demand, and your eyes met his. The threatening tone in his voice was one you’d never heard before.

“I’m gonna go give my buddy what he needs, and you’re gonna stay here until I’m done.”

He waited a few seconds, gauging your initial reaction. Finally, Yo released his hold, climbing off the bed and letting you curl into yourself in defence.

“If you’re gone when I get back, I’ll tell everyone just how much of a little slut you are. And we both know they’ll believe me, I’m way more likeable than you’ll ever be, princess.”

A pitiful sob wracked your body, soon turning into steady convulsions from crying. “I-I’m not...m’not a s-slut.”

He grabbed a notebook that was sitting on his bookshelf before walking to the side of the bed where you were trying to move towards in an attempt to leave. He crouched down next you you, petting down the hair on your head in an almost loving manner, “Oh I know that, but your friends don’t. They might let you tag along with them but I know they don’t really like you. Not how they like me.”

At his point you were sobbing into your hands, trying to rub away at the hot tears streaming down your face. “D-don’t―please don’t tell them that.”

Yo swiped a thumb across your cheek, doing little to rid them of your tears. “I won’t, you just be a good girl and nothing bad will happen, okay?” He gave your face a few reassuring pats before retracting his hand.

You were a mess―clothes disheveled and hair turned unruly.

He was bluffing. He had to have been.

“Don’t move, I’ll be back as soon as possible!” Yo was exiting the room, giving your crumpled form a final once over before leaving, notes in tow without letting you get out another word of protest. The door shut with a thud, and you could hear the signature click of a lock falling into place.

You could leave. You should leave.

And you wanted to, but his words kept repeating in your head. If he wasn’t bluffing then you weren’t too sure if your friends would take your side. It wasn’t just your friends either. Your family would find out, your school even.

Yo was a well liked man. A trusted man. You trusted him.

He was so good at what he did. Hiding his true intentions under that far too positive and easy going attitude. It made it easy to disregard him, and look at what happened when you did.

You denied him the satisfaction of such a closeness for so long, not even knowing what it was doing to him. Realistically, it shouldn’t have done anything. Any sane person would’ve taken the hint long ago to leave well enough alone.

But the absence of light in his eyes, the condescending attitude―all of it was evidence to show that he was everything but sane.

He’d be back soon.

And you stayed where you were.

#alright time to go drown myself in holy water thanksss #bnhabookclub #yandere bnha #yandere shindo yo #yandere mha #yandere shindo yo x reader #yandere my hero academia #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw swearing #tw degradation #yandere

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possessivedesires · 2 years

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When you put your legs on their shoulder

Yanderes: Tetsutetsu, Shinsou, Shindo

Warnings: mostly fluff, but some hints at nsfw with Shindo, markings on Tetsutetsu’s part

Tetsutetsu

You were exhausted, muscles in pain from the training today. Your hands barely grasped onto the pen, textbook already had fallen to the floor as you were crashed on the couch. Everything was fuzzy, eyes barely open as you kept slipping and out of sleep.

“Babeeeee… babyyyyyyyy.” Tetsutetsu poked your cheek, whining and wanting your attention. Your eyes lazily looking, staring at him hazily. He smiled, thinking you were the most adorable thing. “My poor baby. They overworked you.”

He pouted, cupping your cheeks and grinning when he saw you tiredly lean into his palm. His hand tapped your hip lightly. “Move over babe, I’ll take care of you.”

His eyes widened he saw your legs spread to give him room, not having the energy to actually move. His eyes blinked, blushing brightly as he looked between the opportunity and your face. “Jus here’s.”

You yawned, pen slipping from your fingers finally as your eyes closed softly. Tetsutetsu didn’t need to be told twice. His crashed on the crouch, laying his head on your stomach. Eyes staring at you with adoration; leg sleepily hooked over his shoulder as you slept.

He felt like you were going to kill him, heavenly. His hands were holding onto your thighs, moving his head to nip at your skin. Nips turning into loving nibbles, sucking on the skin while his eyes closed.

Being this close to you, holding you, made him shiver in excitement, made the adoration flutter in his chest. This was something he never wanted to leave. It didn’t take long, but Tetsutetsu was falling asleep between your legs; lapping at the last mark he made on your thigh every once in a while in his sleep.

Don’t be surprised when you wake up with your thighs covered in possessive bite barks. Tetsutetsu gets jealous easily and wants to make sure everyone knows.

Shinsou

Naps were important to him, more important when it’s naps with you. Those were the time he would turn off his phone so no one could interrupt his time with you. Anyone who did would immediately get brainwashed to leave and he’ll be in a bad mood for at least the rest day.

Unless you give him a sleepy kiss or mumble about going back to sleep- depending on how you feel about loving forced relationship.

He yawned, already craving to feel your touch as he walked into the room. His hand dropping the scarf and taking off his hero costume to get dressed in more comfy clothes.

“Nap time.” He grumbled, trying to push the book out of your hand when he left the closet. Annoyed with the fact that he didn’t have your attention in such sacred time. You sighed, knowing you had to get this homework done and absentmindedly tapped your inner thigh. He looked surprised at seeing your motion.

He crawled between your legs, letting your legs drap over his shoulder as his head relaxed on your thigh. A sigh of relaxation came from him, nuzzling into your thigh with a happy sigh. This was the best feeling he could ask for, fingers tracing lazy circles in your skin as he pulled your thighs closer to him.

Shinsou found his new favorite way to take naps. But if you get missing his cuddles, he won’t deny holding you but any other time; he’s going be clinging onto your thighs.

Shindo

This teasing fuck… He’s always messing with you about being between your thighs, just to watch you get annoyed and flustered. It’s a fun game to him.

What really took him off guard was one day you were just like fuck it. His grin flattered for a moment as you opened your thighs while scrolling through your phone, only able to play games that don’t have Internet to play. Shindo doesn’t want you to tell anyone of your situation. Who was he to deny the treat from his baby?

He sat on the floor, burying his head between your thighs and looking up under his eyelashes with a devious look. Shindo couldn’t keep his hands still if you paid him, constantly grasping at your butt and rubbing your thigh. He would move his fingers along your lower hip and toward the dip, sending little vibrations to his see favorite little reaction from your. Craving those red cheeks and trying to keep your attention only on the game.

His teeth nipped are your inner thigh, teasingly running his tongue over your skin. You squeezed his head on an instinct reaction and he giggled. “Someone’s acting naughty.”

Yea, he’s not able to control himself around you. Shindo quickly made you forget that stupid little game and definitely busy for the rest of the night. Shhh, just let him worship you hon. In his sadistic way, he loves seeing your tears and hearing your begging.

#yandere tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #yandere shinsou hitoshi #Yandere Shindo Yo #yandere bnha #yandere mha

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melancholymegumi · 3 months

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daddy shindo and izuku punishing u for being bratty ( u cussed them out ) they’re such meaniessssss >:((((

..let's talk ! (this is so short, I'm sorry) (@dcsiremc )

oh no honey, you don't wanna curse in front of them. Well, if you value the condition of your ass at least. Cursing at Yo is one thing, but Izuku? If you weren't fucked from the start, you certainly are now!

“Not even an hour in and you're already cussing your daddy out didn't you? Wanna repeat what you said to him?” you were sat on the floor , knees uncomfortable and hurting because of the hardwood floor , or maybe about the fact that Yo is literally stepping and toying with your clit. “does it really matter? she swore,when she knows she's not supposed to.”

“Loosen up a bit, Shindo. Let our little girl have a chance, okay?”

“well? Do you wanna speak or do you want my belt instead?”

#mha smut #melody's mail box #mha x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha x reader #yo shindo smut #izuku x you #yo shindo x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku midoriya smut #izuku smut #yandere izuku #izuku x reader

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chocolatte-and-despair · 2 years

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I like just work up from a nap, but would you mind if I asked you for some headcanons for Dabi, Yo Shindo, & Tamaki

Dabi

* Dabi is a manipulative yandere. He believes that you exist for him and only him. He loves you but he also sees you as his personal toy and he hopes that you understand that you are his and his only. * If you would try to leave Dabi, he would end up killing you. How dare you think that you can run away from him? He will make sure you regret ever thinking that.

Yo Shindo

* Yo is a self-indulgent yandere. Your existence is made to please him and make him happy. He hopes that you understand that and that you won't be stupid and try to slip from his fingers, otherwise, he will have to hurt you badly. * If you would end up breaking up with Yo, he would end up beating you to a bloody pulp. Hopefully, this is a good enough lesson for you.

Tamaki Amajiki

* Tamaki is a manipulative yandere. Tamaki, unlike other manipulatives, tries to use his pitiful personality to manipulate you into staying with him. He knows that it's wrong, but he doesn't want to change, seeing as he doesn't want to lose you. * If you would try to leave him, he would beg and cry for you to stay. He will do anything, please! Just don't leave!

#yandere bnha imagines #yandere imagines #bnha imagines #yandere bnha headcanons #yandere headcanons #bnha headcanons #yandere bnha #yandere #dabi #yo shindo #tamaki amajiki #yandere dabi #yandere yo shindo #yandere tamaki amajiki

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lord-explosion-baku · 3 years

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Which BNHA Character Would Be Yandere For You?

You can take the quiz HERE! This is the actual link and not a video of Sebastian Stan drumming half-naked😅😅 There are 10M pairings. Reblog with your results!

18+ please! There are some suggestive questions!

#bnha uquiz #tw yandere #yandere bnha #bnha yandere #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #keigo takami #dabi #tomura shigaraki #yo shindo #Hitoshi Shinsou #shouto todoroki #Shouta Aizawa #Izuku Midoriya

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s0apysm1les · 2 years

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trying to think of new characters to yaderize and i've got some headcanons for a few - even if i don't flesh them out past here

Orihime Inoue- Bleach - even though she isn't that imposing or strong enough to keep you to herself, she shows a purposefully weak demeanor and influences you to let her 'depend' on you. If you deny her, she WILL cry, but she will also accept your decision... doesn't mean she won't still die for you.

type: harmless self-denying yandere

Juvia Lockser - Fairy tail - If you were somehow able to draw her eyes away from Gray, you can be sure that she'll focus on you to at least figure out why. This becomes stalking then obsession and suddenly YOU'RE her new idol.

type: possessive delusional yandere

Gray Fullbuster - Fairy tail - clearly he was to follow. Who was it that took Juvia's attention off him? He's not upset - he swears - he wants to thank you... but then... how can he explain it? He just has to be near you now... to protect you from Juvia is all

type: self-denying self-aware yandere

Keigo Takami - BNHA - thinks that there's no way you couldn't love him as much as he- you. He saved you after a villain attack when you were out with a group of friends and just latched on after that. Bird jokes aside, he is a one-mate bird and unfortunately, he chose you. This means that even if he leaves you on a longer leash with a form of 'freedom', he'll find you no matter where you hide whenever nature calls... and you can't really run from a bird of prey.

type: no-boundaries obsessive aggressive yandere

Yo Shindo - BNHA - Insecurities brought on by his physical similarities to Midoriya Izuku that he kept hidden from everyone kept eating away at him to the point where he actually broke and yelled at the fifth group of classmates that day to ask if the two men were related. You stood up for him when everyone was trying to talk down to him for getting angry. You... were so interesting. He started to hang around you, claiming he just wanted to thank you for defending him, but he was doing more than that. He was learning everything he could about you to find something to use to his advantage... and if you saw him as a friend along the way, the better it was for him.

type: manipulative possessive self-aware yandere

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love-toxin · 4 years

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a/n: in which shindo takes advantage of the only person he can’t have wrapped around his finger.

warnings: gn! reader (can also be seen as afab), pro hero! shindo, quirk kink, drinking/drunk sex, humiliation, degradation, bullying, noncon, nipple play, fingering, dry-humping, toys, overstim, implied yandere tendencies, shindo being incredibly shitty.

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It figured. The moment you got home from a stressful day, and you finally got to kick off your shoes and lay back in bed, what you had been looking forward to all afternoon was no longer available. And for however many weeks you had to save your money to get it, it would've been nice to rely on for more than just a few months.

You stabbed at the button again and again, but even with another change of batteries it still refused to turn on. To top off this entirely shitty day, your vibrator was broken--and though you knew that it wasn't the end of the world, it certainly didn't feel that way. You'd been planning on dropping your things as soon as you walked in the door, grabbing your wand, and going to town on yourself just to relieve all that pent-up frustration that had been building up all day.

However, somebody you knew lived just down the hall from you. Somebody who might be able to help you with your predicament...but no! You weren't gonna ask for his help, over your own dead body.

Shindo was such an asshole, even the thought of using him for your own pleasure made you want to gag. He was rude, smug, obnoxious--he blasted his music so loud you could hear it down the hall, and he would so often knock on the door of your apartment just to ask for something stupid, like to borrow your bathroom while his was being remodeled or have some of whatever he could smell you cooking. He never used his manners and he was always fawned over by everybody that breathed, and you’d never forget the time your laundry got mixed up and he laughed, loudly, at your choice of underwear before you snatched it out of his hands and bolted back upstairs. You couldn’t tell whether he was stuck in the “bullying the person I like” phase or he well and truly just loved to humiliate you, but either way there was no chance in hell that you’d ever ask for something like that from someone like him.

So instead, you pulled yourself up and out of bed, and headed towards the kitchen to pop open the deepest cabinet in the house. If you were gonna be miserable, you at least wanted to drown it away with something that would burn the back of your throat, and ensure you didn't remember any of this in the morning.

The edges of your vision blurred and sharpened with every breath, your fingertips grazing the bottle as you let it clatter to the floor and roll away. You couldn’t care less, it was empty anyways--and the sounds of the movie you’d been watching as you sprawled out on the sofa had faded into the background, mumbling voices of the female lead and her lover muffled behind a thick haze of inebriation. You had little memory of what had happened so far, the show already three quarters of the way through, and your phone clutched loosely in your other hand with a slew of unanswered texts. You couldn’t even be bothered to check who they were from, but once a knock at the door shook you out of dozing off completely, you left it where it lay and forgot about it as you pulled yourself up slowly and shuffled towards it. And if you had known that he would be the one knocking, you wouldn't have bothered in the first place and let him stand there and knock all night.

With a messy mop of raven hair that every woman in the country wanted to run their fingers through, and chocolate-coloured eyes that seemed to sparkle when he spoke, Yo Shindo loomed over you with a dazzling smile and asked, quite politely, if he could come in. And if you weren’t drunk, you would have had the energy to shut the door in his face, instead of letting him shoulder his way past you and close it behind him with a gentle click.

And the second he did so, the grin fell away and his expression turned sour within a moment. He always let his guard down when you were alone together, and you didn’t want to know what he was thinking as he gave you a once over and opened his stupid mouth.

"You're fucking wasted.”

Shindo leaned in to sniff your breath, your feeble attempt to push him away about as effective as trying to push over a brick wall. You hated how easy it was for him to overpower you, and you especially hated that it made your mind run wild with ideas of what he could do with that strength. Especially when you were drunk, and by extension, horny as all hell. After fishing through the pocket of his sweatpants, Shindo raised his phone up to show his most recent text conversation, your name clearly written at the top--and though you couldn’t really make heads or tails of it in your state, he was smug and annoyed enough to spell it out for you.

“You said there was an emergency. What is it?”

Not even bothering with formalities, Yo crossed his arms over his chest and waited for an answer. Even if you could wrack your muddled brain for one, you were too distracted by the way his tank top shifted and pulled taut over his muscles, and how sweaty and flushed his skin was underneath it. You weren't all that convinced that he could look that way just by sleeping, even if it was a little hot out...

“It’s two in the fucking morning. Tell me what you want, or I’m going back to bed.”

The thick feeling of a lump forming in your throat couldn't compare to how warm his hand was as he cupped your chin with it, his touch growing less gentle as he dug his thumb into your cheek and tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. And try as you might, you just couldn't swallow it down when you were face-to-face with him, his gaze locked on to you as if he was a lion staring down a dripping slab of meat.

"It’s...it's nothing.."

"Obviously it's not nothing, smartass."

He let you go, but you could still feel the phantom aches of his hand against your skin...and by the time you turned to see where he was going when he stepped around you, you were too late to stop him from opening the door to your bedroom and taking a glance around. The whole world seemed to move in slow motion...and as you hurried over on wobbly feet, your heart settled at the bottom of your stomach when you watched his eyes fall upon the thing you hadn't bothered to put away, sitting out in full view on your bed.

Panic set in first, and then a deep shame that caused your heart to plummet all the way into your feet. Shindo walked in without a modicum of restraint and, to your horror, plucked it off your bed and turned it over in his hands.

"Hm...busted, huh? This is what you wanted me for?"

He tested the same button you had a few times, as every alpha male seemed to have to do when something wasn't working. And Shindo was indeed an alpha male in every sense, at least once that ridiculous façade fell and he let his true persona shine through.

"...Just some stress relief?"

Even though you were once certain that Shindo couldn’t get any more menacing than he already was, the dimness that cast over his eyes as he looked down on you and tossed the toy back on your bed ran a cold shiver down your spine and sobered you up a bit. You suddenly started to wonder why you were stupid enough to let him in your apartment in the first place. And when he got closer to you, and you were forced to back up until your knees hit the bed, you felt the haze in your mind clear up as panic took its place.

"So I guess all that disgust was just for show, eh? You don't hate me as much as you pretend to?"

You opened your mouth to refute that on instinct, but all it took was a little push and you fell back on to your bed, the toy digging into your shoulder as he straddled your hips to keep you firmly in place. You hadn't noticed it before, but when he was so hard that you could feel it grinding down against your belly, it was impossible to ignore--especially with that shit-eating grin on his face as he did so.

"...Or maybe you do. And you're so fucking sloshed you can't put all those lewd little thoughts of yours to bed."

You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth the moment it started to buzz through his sweatpants, the vibrations something you had anticipated but hadn't mentally prepared for. Maybe it was just to show off, or maybe he did intend on using it on you tonight--however, your attention was drawn away when he stuffed his thumb past your lips, and ordered you not to bite while he used his other one to gingerly lift up your old, loose t-shirt, and take a peek at what lay unseen underneath.

"...Cute. Lemme get a better look, huh?"

He tugged your top up even higher, and let it bunch up around your collar so he could tweak at your nipples with rough, callused fingers. You felt your body jolt whenever he let off a few vibrations, the sensation still foreign and strange--although he seemed to find it hilarious, especially when you started blubbering around the finger in your mouth as the vibrations started growing stronger.

"Stupid broad. I bet you use this thing all the time, don't you?"

He finally reached around you to yank the wand out from where you'd fallen on it, and tossed it so nonchalantly to the floor that it thudded and rolled far out of arm's reach. If it wasn't broken before, it certainly was now. But it mattered much less when he was massaging you like that, your chest almost numb from his firm touches as he pinched and pulled and squeezed you to his heart's content.

And when he'd gotten his fill of that, your nipples now so sensitive that just a flick had you trembling beneath him, he slid himself off of you and flopped down at your side so he could cradle your body against his, and haphazardly slip his hand down your shorts to find the next spot he wanted to ruin.

"You're all sticky down here...I didn't think you could get any grosser. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

The whispers in your ear felt like a warm breeze on your skin, his fingers creeping lower and lower until they passed the point of no return. You'd been so focused on him that you'd hardly notice how your own body had reacted, your underwear uncomfortably warm and stuck wetly to your flesh, and only shifted once he started worming his way in to rest the pads of his fingertips so gently against your most vulnerable spot. But Shindo was the one to moan, his cock full and pressed heavily into your side, and the rolling of his hips slow and passionate when he finally amped up the vibrations just one more time.

"Hn-!"

And when he did, your lax behavior muddled by your drunkenness switched into a frantic, full-body trembling that you couldn't stop even if you wanted to. Your toy was powerful, and it should be considering how much you paid for it--but this was nothing like it, not at all. You kicked your legs out, whined, threw your head back, clutched the sheets, but no amount of fidgeting could alleviate the near painful pleasure that he brought upon you, especially when he started mouthing at your neck and rolling his two fingers back and forth against you.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone about this...I won't tell them that you came on to me.."

He nipped at your skin as a gentle reminder to pay attention, his thumb finally sliding wetly out from your mouth so he could use it to tease your nipples even further. You knew how much of a lie that was because of how sweetly he said it, his kisses soft and needy even while he was forcing you to teeter on the edge of orgasm.

"That you begged me to fuck you...to turn you into my little pet to play with.."

He held no semblance of gentleness when he felt you getting closer, his rubbing so much more aggressive the more you arched up into his hand and let out wobbly cries for mercy. Go slower, be gentle, not yet...they all fell on deaf ears. You would usually stop when you finally hit your breaking point, and let the pleasure roll through your body completely raw--but Shindo didn't see things the same way, and instead chose to growl obscenities into your ear as you spasmed and quivered all over his hand, the sounds so much wetter and more lewd as he continued to fingerfuck you long after the ecstasy had burned off into a deep ache inside you. As if he wasn't already so disgusting for taking advantage of you like this, you felt the warmth of his cum seeping through a wet spot in his sweatpants, the thick cream swiping over your thigh and sticking to your flushed skin.

And all he did was grin against your neck, and chuckle to himself at the sight of you whimpering for him to let you rest, your fingers feebly wrapping around his wrist as his hand continued to vibrate against you.

"I'll tell you what--we're gonna fuck until you admit that you love me. And when you do, I'll cum inside these little shorts of yours, and watch you lick it all up for me."

He finally pulled his hand away, but only to let you see the way your slick dripped off of it, before he forced his fingers past your lips and laughed at how you struggled to push him off. You certainly weren't as drunk now, though you were nowhere sober either after that...but when he let you choke on his fingers before starting to ease your bottoms off your legs, and you no longer had even a shred of fabric to separate you, you knew exactly what he was going to do and how unforgiving he was going to be about it.

"That sounds fun, doesn't it, sweetie?"

Perhaps in the morning you might not remember it all--just like you wouldn't remember the text he'd lied about, that said nothing about having an emergency or anything of the like. In fact, it was far less wordy than he'd made it out to be.

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