#yo shindou x reader

[linphd]

Tamaki and Shindo with a Bimbo girl? Please 🙂 (i send it again cause i write himbo instead of bimbo)

Hi ! I actually wrote headcanons like these on my Saiki blog so idk if you come from there or not but I’m glad I got the request ! The second part will be with Shoto, Bakugou and Tokoyami !

Their S/O is a bimbo | Headcanons

female reader

-> Makeup, long nails, extravagant personality and fashionable outfits. Yep, here you are. Maybe you’re just a little bit dumb, but if you got into U.A you’re clearly very clever !

-> Tamaki Amajiki, Tenya Iida, Yo Shindo.

warning : sometimes just a little bit suggestive but it’s really really barely there !

Tamaki Amajiki

how you started dating :

You fell first, but he fell harder. It’s not that he didn’t like you to begin with, but it’s true that your personality was a bit much for him to handle. But with the help of Mirio and Nejire, he became more and more accustomed to you and ended up forming a real friendship with you.

So indeed, you had to be initiating flirting and be very straightforward for him to understand that you liked him. And he built up the courage to confess -you couldn’t be happier. But it was true that dating you did come with some disadvantage for him. You were… eye catching.

Every time this would happen, you would take a bit of distance from him so he would feel more at ease. But throughout time, he started feeling bad for you having to adapt to his shyness, and managed to try to ignore the stares.

while dating :

One thing that you do that he absolutely loves -but embarrasses him a lot if you tease him in public- is to trace his long ears with the tip of your fingers, because your long nails are tickling him. Immediately turns those ear tips all read, Tamaki melting in your touch.

Would love cuddling you. Would like it less when you would sit on his lap because you were so attractive and he was still a young adult. But it was alright, your sweet little words would make him focus on your love again, forgetting about his pants getting just a bit tighter.

Often giggles when you quickly peck him and he gets a lipstick stain on his skin. One time he hadn’t noticed and it’s Mirio who pointed it out, turning him fully red -but at least the lipstick stain wasn’t visible anymore. Moreover, he doesn’t mind you wearing revealing clothes. He likes them, and he doesn’t see what the problem is if you go outside like that.

Sure, he would hear some comments, but it was your choice. Although one time, a student from another school started flirting with you, and Tamaki did have to go scold him. Still doesn’t know how he got brave enough to do that, even more in front of everyone at the party, but the look you gave him made him realize it was worth not being awkward all the time.

Tenya Iida

how you started dating :

Tenya had never met anyone like you before. You were wearing your school uniform and following the school rules, usually, so he didn’t notice much about your makeup and nails. But it’s when you guys ended up at the mall that he realized you were wearing a full glam. Very attractive eye catching and extravagant.

« (Y/N) ! You shouldn’t wear that outside ! We’re still U.A students and this is just a mall, we have to show a perfect image ! I can… I can literally see half your breast- you should change ! » he started, becoming redder and redder as he talked. « Why ? Scared you might like it ? » you replied, earning a gasp.

But he did like it. As he got used to you, inside and outside school walls, he barely even noticed your exuberant style anymore. Well- he did notice how beautiful you were, and how you were shining in a room full of people because of how different and eye catching you were. Damn it- he was gonna confess during this party.

while dating :

You absolutely love teasing him about inappropriate behavior. Sitting on a table only for him to scold you so you could bend just enough to give him a good look on your boobs « Whaaaat ? Ohhh, I’m sorry baby, I’ll get off. » too late, he was already blushing way too much.

Paired together during a training ? « It’s funny how it’s only the two of us… stuck underground… no teacher in sight…. », « (Y/N) ?! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN INSINUATING ?! » and you would giggle. Still asks you to cover up a bit when you see his family, but one time his brother caught you both outside on a date with a deep neckline and he didn’t say anything.

Overall, the relationship is a lot of you teasing him because you know it flusters him and him acting like it’s so inappropriate when he loves you just how you are and you literally caught his eye because of how you act and look.

Absolutely adores when he gets to pick you up and hug you, he feels very strong and protective. You often have a loud personality so when you get sleepy or sick he loves to be seen as the more extrovert one -even though he misses every each of your blabber when you get quiet.

Yo Shindo

(really went with fanon shindo ngl)

how you started dating :

You met at the provisional license exam. As he was about to fight against you, he pointed out how flattering your hero costume was. « Isn’t it rather slutty ? » he asked. You arched an eyebrow, replying : « Have you seen yourself ? »

It was after the exam that he walked up to you. « You’re kinda strong. And very hot-» he started before your cut him off. « I would have preferred very strong and kinda hot ? » he brushed it off. « Y’know my quirk is vibration, right ? We could see each other again. » he offered.

« Do I really look like the type of girl that would hook up randomly ? » he looked at you up and down. « Not forcefully. But I’ve seen how you looked at me. And we don’t have to hook up, let’s just plan a date, sweetheart. » And how it worked, you still wonder.

while dating :

PDA ? You guys invented it. You’re both head over heels for each other and your personalities -and looks- match so much you couldn’t even imagine not being all over each other at any given occasion. Sometimes you do realize it embarrasses others and you try to stop it, but Shindou is too irresistible to say no to.

Loves it when you trace over his abs with your fingers. Loves the little scratching sensation your pointy nails give him. In return, he uses his vibrating quirk to massage your shoulders and back. Adores the little hums you make during the massages. And obviously, loves when you wear revealing clothes, as he can get a better view on your body.

Probably buys you a lot of makeup. He knows how to find a specific color you don’t have, and he knows that you would always like it. When he runs out of idea of something to give you or when he just has some money to spare, he loves paying for your nails beforehand and you get the surprise when the nail artist tells you that it has already been paid.

Probably keeps lipstick stains on his neck and cheeks only to show off with a smug face. You find it weird, but he tells you it makes everyone jealous -even more people from U.A, as you didn’t date them, but him, someone from another hero school. He really fell for your looks but fell harder for your personality.

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[bleach-your-panties]

💔the pathological liar - pro hero! yo shindou x fem! pro hero! gf! reader

warnings: characters aged up to 20+, lying, cheating, arguing, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual activities, non-con (reader does say no), dub-con, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, name-calling, physical struggles, physical fighting (one-sided, so assault?), reader has a smart ass mouth and is kinda toxic as well, slight!yandere!yo, toxic relationships, toxic mindsets, false imprisonment, triggering subject at the end. read at your own risk!

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

💔: banner images from pinterest. 

💔: banner made by me with canva. 

post themes: say my name - destiny's child

                      confessions, parts I & II - usher

                      take a bow - rihanna

                      shake it off - mariah carey

💔 3.5k words

💔read in dark mode for best experience!

🖤series 🖤touya.

—--

—--

I know you say that I am assuming things

Something's going down that's the way it seems

Shouldn't be no reason why you're acting strange

If nobody's holding you back from me

'Cause I know how you usually do

When you're saying everything to me times two

Why can't you just tell the truth?

If somebody's there, then tell me who

—--

"Baby, ain't nothing good. It's all bad."

—--

'Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system: 

"Shindou, Yo". Cannot come to the phone right now, please leave your message at the tone-'

Before the recording could finish, you were throwing your iPhone across your bed as you shrugged your backpack off of your shoulders.

Your boyfriend, Yo Shindou, never answered his phone when you called. Never when you called, but he'd always immediately send a text or call you back hours later, claiming that his phone was dead or that he'd misplaced it somewhere at the agency. 

Like now, for example. 

'ding'

'Sorry babe, got caught up in something last minute at the agency. Call you back when I'm home. Love you.'

You scoffed as you read over the message.

You wouldn't be getting a call back, that much you knew for certain.

With a sudden urge to be petty, you texted back:

'Something like what, Yo? Another bitch's pussy? Yeah, people at my agency are starting to talk and guess who's the topic of conversation? Just know that the label of 'cheating boyfriend' won't do your "picture perfect" image any justice. Bitch.'

After hitting send, you tossed the phone back onto your bed and that was where it would lay until you got out of the shower. 

As soon as your bathroom door closed, the phone vibrated with another text. 

'Oh, so we're doing this shit again? Bet. I'll be over in 20.'

—

After moisturizing your body and putting on some pajamas, you climbed into bed and pulled out the book that you'd been reading. Leaving your phone discarded somewhere in the covers.

It was starting to get to one of the more interesting parts when a chorus of loud, booming knocks came on your front door.

"Who in the fuck?" You threw the covers back furiously and slipped your fluffy slippers on. 

You walked out of your room and down the hallway, the beating at the door only growing more intense as you sucked your teeth.

"I'm coming, dammit!"

Pulling the door open without checking the peephole first would be your first mistake of the night.

When the messy mop of dark locks, green/yellow hero uniform, and chiseled pecs came into your view, you immediately tried to slam the door shut. Yo wasn't having any of that.

He grabbed the edge of the door, wedging half of his body inside of your apartment before he pushed it forward with force, making it slam and bounce off of the wall. 

Once his boots made contact with the carpeted floor of your apartment, you took multiple steps back, putting about two feet of distance between the two of you.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't look too happy to see me."

Scoffing harshly, you bit your bottom lip between your teeth as you glared up at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Beating on my goddamn door like you've lost your mind. Thought you were caught up in something? That just goes to show that all you do is fucking lie. You bitch." 

Yo just looked at you with his face scrunched up. He was clearly irritated with your antics, especially the name-calling. Kicking off his boots, he began to walk towards you. 

"Stop fucking being difficult, Y/N. You know, baby, if you missed me and wanted some dick, all you had to do was ask nicely." 

He said in that irritating, condescending tone that he always uses when talking to those that he feels are beneath him. You being one of those. Even though you're a pro-hero just like he is. 

Not believing what you were hearing, your mouth dropped open. You could feel the blood begin to rise in your ears, loud and whooshing against your skull. 

A dry chuckle then left your lips. 

"You think…that all of this is because I want some dick? Trust me, sweetie, if I just wanted some dick I could go get it from any one of your co-workers. A lot of them have been giving me the eye, you know. Especially since you're never around and I just changed up my hero uniform, so the skirt is short-" 

Yo cut you off by grabbing you by the biceps and yanking you towards him, making you stumble and throw your arms out to try to balance yourself before he then slammed you up against the wall. 

"Don't fucking play with me, Y/N. If you know what's good for you, you'll think twice about trying to entertain one of those bastards. Especially-" 

"Especially who? Bakugou? Oh, he'd be my first choice if I were to step out on you." You smirked up at him. 

He snarled. Your smirk widened as you could physically hear him grinding his teeth. 

Yo was quiet for a moment, just glaring at you as you stared right back at him with a bored look on your face. You even went as far as to yawn.

"Yeah, it's not so fun when the rabbit has the gun, huh?" 

He didn't answer, but instead pulled you off of the wall and hoisted you up over his shoulder. A big hand came up and smacked forcefully against your ass. 

"That's alright. I know how to fix you." He chortled darkly, moving away to begin walking down the hallway to your bedroom. 

"I don't want your community ass dick! Put me down, Yo!" 

He just ignored you and kicked open the door to the room. 

"Sure you don't. You always do this shit to get my attention, Y/N. Catch an attitude, start a stupid ass argument, and then I fuck it out of you. Same shit, different goddamn day, baby." 

Yo said after tossing you onto the bed, making your forgotten phone flop onto the floor. He gave it a puzzled look. 

"Oh, so that's why you seemed so surprised to see me. You didn't read my text." 

He chuckled, reaching to grab your hip to flip you over onto your stomach as if you were a pancake. 

Rough hands began to caress your feet, ankles, and legs, all the way up to your inner thighs and bottom of your ass cheeks, just under the hem of your nightdress. 

"No panties? Yeah, you were definitely planning on getting dicked down tonight, you needy little slut." 

SMACK

SMACK 

Your back arched off of the bed at the painful stinging of Yo's slaps. His hands felt heavy as lead as they connected with your soft flesh. 

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

"Where are you going? Thought you liked when I spank you, huh?"

Yo wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you back when you tried crawling up the bed to escape him.

"Stop it, Yo…hurts…" You whined. 

"It hurts, Yo, please stop." He mocked. "Stop being a fucking brat, then."

He grabbed one of your ass cheeks and squeezed hard, making you moan out involuntarily. 

"Moaning like this but you don't want my dick? I bet you're dripping fucking wet for me right now, Y/N. Dare me to check?"

You didn't respond, which prompted Yo to do as he suggested and slip two fingers underneath you between your ass cheeks to get to your slick folds.

"Damn baby, all this for me, yeah? Only me."

He growled. With his large hand, he covered your entire bare pussy and activated his Quirk.

A harsh shiver wracked through your entire body, another soft moan leaving your lips. Yo only pressed harder, moving his fingertips to graze over your clit repeatedly.

"Y-Yo…please, daddy…" You whined, making him smirk down at you. He increased the vibration of his fingers along with rubbing your clit from side to side.

"Say you're sorry for bringing up Bakugou and I might let you feel this fat dick next..." Yo rested his upper body against your back and snaked his free arm under you to hold you up off the bed just a bit.

"No..I'm…n-not sorry. I meant it. Oh fuck!" 

Yo grimaced before grabbing you and flipping you back over onto your back. 

"What did you say?" 

Your e/c eyes were wet with unshed tears as you frowned up at his handsome face. You didn't falter.

"You heard me." 

"I thought I told you that if you know what's good for you, you won't even think about that motherfucker!" He seethed.

"I obviously don't know what's good for me if I'm still fucking around with you!"

Before you knew what was happening, Yo had pinned you to the bed by your throat. Moving between your legs, he used his knees to spread them.

"Yo, stop!"

"Shut up, bitch. You'll learn to stop pissing me off one day."

His belt hit the bed as he undid it, his black pants and underwear soon following it. You tried to pull your legs up, but he surged forward, pushing his hard dick inside you with one thrust.

Head falling back against the soft mattress, you couldn't help but keen as Yo began a rough, fast pace. He gripped your calf to pull you closer and stretch you open wider for him.

"Yes, Yo…right there! I'm going to cum!" 

Yo grunted in response, trying to hold back from cumming himself.

"Yeah, baby? My fingers got you all ready to cum on my dick? Let it go then, oh shit." 

He sped up even more, making your free breasts bounce outside of your nightgown and the headboard hit the wall. It already had a small dent in it from your previous heated romps, but neither of you seemed to care very much.

It could be painted over once you moved out.

"Oh God, I…!" 

Your release splashed against Yo's pelvis and drenched the sheets beneath you.

"Ah, fuck. Yeah, made that little pussy squirt, huh? Stay still for me, baby. I'm about to nut." 

Your eyes widened. "Yo, no. You're not wearing a condom and I haven't replaced my NuvaRing yet!" 

It had been out for five days now while you waited on your doctor to send in a new prescription. 

That didn't stop him. Either he was too deep into his impending orgasm to hear you, or he was flat out ignoring you. 

"Yo!"

"SHIT! AGHH!" 

Blind fury clouded your vision while Yo's was clouded for a completely different reason altogether.

"Damn…" He breathed out, making sure to stay deep inside you until he was finished cumming.

Once you got your bearings, you sat up abruptly, making Yo stumble back onto his elbows. He sucked his teeth once he saw your angered face. 

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't want to have my baby?"

"Yo, we're both in our early 20's at the height of our hero careers. We're nowhere near ready for a damn baby!" 

The raven-haired man was about to respond until a soft, vibrating sound silenced the both of you.

You slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed, searching for the source of the noise.

Bending down, you surveyed the floor briefly. Your forgotten cell phone lay halfway underneath the bed.

It's not your phone going off. 

Yo could've been mistaken for a ghost; you watched his face blanch white while he patted the pockets of his discarded pants searching for the missing device.

A race against time, but you spotted it first.

With the rectangular device being tangled in your covers, Yo almost knocked you off the bed trying to get to it, but you were way faster than him. It was already in your hand.

tatas💕: my appointment is at 3pm tomorrow. are you going to be able to make it?

You scrunched your nose and swatted Yo's hand away while reading the text.

"Appointment? What is this about, and why does Tatami need you there?"

Cold e/c eyes turned to stone while you watched Yo fidget nervously. This is one of the only times you've seen him like this; the other when he asked you out for the first time.

"Y/N…do you love me?"

"What kind of question is that, Yo? If I didn't, would I still be with you?"

"Unconditionally?"

Your nose scrunched. Something isn't right…

You knew all about Tatami. Yo's ex-girlfriend from high school. He told you that he broke it off during their third year because she was becoming too clingy. You'd even met her once, when you had a joint mission with her agency.

"Yes…"

"Say you'll never leave me?"

Oh hell no. He was asking too many questions now.

"What did you do, Yo? Huh?!" 

He just hung his head. His phone vibrated again in your hand. 

----

Everything that I've been doing is all bad

I've got a chick on the side

With the crib and the ride 

I've been telling you so many lies 

Aint none good, it's all bad

And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long 

Girl I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that 

----

"Everytime you called my phone, I wasn't at the agency working overtime…I..I was with Tatami."

A long, loud sigh left your lips. Your free hand came up, knuckles resting against your forehead.

I don't want to look, but I know I have to…

"Y/N.." Yo warned.

new message

"Y/N, please, baby…"

tatas💕: i know the doctor said that we won't know the sex until about 20 weeks, but i can't help being so excited! we're possibly going to have a little yo running around soon! 👶🏻

Your grip on the phone tightened. 

----

If I could turn back the hands of time 

And start all over I would

Instead of everything being all bad, baby

Everything'll be all good

I know today is the day that I end all the lying and the playing and the bullshit, girl 

----

"Y/N, I'm sorr-" 

WHAM!

Your knuckles that you'd been resting against your forehead went across Yo's face at the speed of light. You punched him hard as hell in his face, making him tumble over and off the foot of the bed. The sight would've been hilarious if you weren't so fucking pissed.

"I knew I was right…." You chuckled. "I fucking knew it. You knew that she was pregnant, too. You've known for months."

Yo looked up at you with big, watery eyes full of regret. Almost like he was a different person entirely. 

One hand clutched his throbbing cheek. You'd hit him so hard that his lower lip busted. His perfect face would soon be discolored black and blue, across his forehead, nose (that was also bleeding now), and right eye.

"I'm sorry! Baby, I'm sorry!" 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YO! YOU'RE ONLY SORRY BECAUSE YOU GOT FUCKING CAUGHT!"  You raged. You lunged off the bed at him and started hitting him everywhere, as hard as you could. You even grabbed two handfuls of his black hair and yanked his head around.

Yo finally grabbed your arms and pinned them against your chest. You'd grown exhausted, so you just let yourself fall against his naked chest.

A bitter chuckle, then the tears, hot and angry. You couldn't hold them any longer as you looked up at Yo, staring at his swollen, beaten face.

"You're so fucking ugly when you cry. What the fuck are you crying for, huh? I'm the one that got cheated on. Lied to, played with, manipulated." 

"Not only did you fucking lie to me and cheat on me, but you fucked around and got the bitch pregnant, too. This has got to be a joke."

Yo slowly crawled up from the floor with you in his arms, blood dripping down his nose and lip, staining the carpet, then the bedsheets while you covered your face with your hands and sobbed. 

He cradled you gently and laid his head against yours, lips kissing at the temples.

"Baby, please…we can work this out. I don't love her. I love you, but I…I still want to be there for the baby…"

Your brokenhearted wails only increased in volume.

"Don't cry, baby. I promise I'll be here for you and our baby, too."

—-

Three Months Later 

Yo made good on his word to be there for you.

Shortly after his "confession", you found out that you were pregnant as well.

Tatami is currently six months along, while you're only three.

Turns out that all of this was a part of Yo's twisted plan. 

Instead of your late birth control being due to your doctor's or the pharmacy's incompetence, it was Yo who called the doctor's office pretending to be your husband and had them cancel your refill request. 

Yo then demanded suggested that you take time off from hero work while you were carrying his child, which you slightly agreed with, but still did so with reluctance.

You don't know how he did it, but you guessed being one of the top 20 heroes carried with it a lot of weight for him to be able to take off enough to make it to all of yours and Tatami's appointments.

He even moved you out of your apartment and into his. Into your own room. 

The reason that you had your own room was because Tatami ended up losing her apartment due to being out of work, so Yo moved her in as well. 

With the way that the living arrangements had been set up, you and Tatami might as well have been sister wives.

To attempt to keep things "fair" between the both of you, Yo would designate certain nights where either of you would get to sleep in the room with him. So neither of you would feel neglected by him.

His heart was in the right place, wasn't it? 

Even when you could clearly hear the whispered moans and soft creaking of the bed from Yo's room on Tatami's nights.

No matter how you tried to make yourself not hear it. 

Yo didn't want you stressing out, he claimed, so he bought you many expensive gifts and gadgets to help you get a good night's rest.

None of them worked. 

Not when the walls in that apartment were paper thin.

Many nights you cried and raged to yourself. 

Obviously all of that stress wasn't healthy for the baby.

Which leads you to today.

A pair of dark sunglasses hiding your eyes along with a long trench coat and hat to conceal the rest of your persona.

They were loud and jarring as you walked in, but your world had gone numb three months ago. Now you were trapped inside your own world as you stepped up three flat steps into a white, brick building. 

A ghost clutching a brown clipboard only made the atmosphere even gloomier before whisking you away from the judgemental eyes and into a plainly decorated room with blue walls.

She read over the papers first then handed the clipboard to you, one more questioning look being shot your way. 

You just gave a simple nod.

—-

"You have reached the voicemail box of L/n, Y/n. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

BEEP.

Yo sighed heavily and put his head in his hands before standing up to walk out of your completely barren bedroom.

Before he closed the door, he whispered softly,

"Why, Y/n?" 

Your location on his phone showed him exactly where you were.

—-

Gotta make that move 

Find somebody who

Appreciates all the love I give

Boy, I gotta 

Gotta do what's best for me

Baby and that means I gotta shake you off

—--

a/n: i think this piece was a pretty strong start to the series! i'm really proud of it! stay tuned, there's plenty more bullshit to come!

*remember, if you get angry enough at your partner that you feel like wanting to put your hands on them, just walk away! 

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[kingkatsuki]

Fisting | Shindou Yo x Reader

𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲

Kinktober masterlist.

I know fisting isn’t everyones cup of tea, but I couldn’t get the thought of Shindou fisting you while using his quirk out of my head so here you go.💕

Summary: Shindou loves finding new ways to pleasure you in the bedroom. 

Pairing: Shindou Yo x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, PWP, fisting, Shindou uses his quirk on you, squirting, gapes, multiple orgasms.

Word Count: 1.5k.

“So fucking pretty like this, sweet girl.” Shindou hummed as he pumped three fingers in and out of your sloppy pussy. The squelch of your slick was prolific in the air but neither of you seemed to mind, the sound goading him on as he watched your hips roll to meet his thrusts, “Think you can take one more?”

You nodded obediently, ignoring the dull ache in your abdomen as you focused on the way his calloused pads dragged against your slick walls.

“Yeah? Think you can—” Shindou raised his pinky from where it was tucked against his palm to slide it into your wet cunt, groaning at how easily you sucked him in, “Good fucking girl. Would you look at that.”

Shindou curled his fingers at the knuckle to press against the spongy spot inside you as you gasped in pleasure, your slick dribbling down his fingers and pooling in the palm of his hand. The mess glistened against the lowlights of your bedroom as you tried to mimic his movements, shifting your hips to try and mimic his movements.

“So messy,” He mumbled more to himself as he watched you shamelessly fuck yourself on his fingers, shamelessly searching for your own pleasure as your thick lashes fluttered.

“Yo, more—” Your fingers grasped the sheets beneath you as the pleasure continued to build, the coil inside you twisting tighter with each flick of his wrist as your vision became blurry from the tears beading in your lash line.

“More?” Shindou feigned shock as he wiggled his fingers inside your stretched walls, feeling them flutter around him as he gave you a coy smile, “Greedy little thing, aren't you?”

“Please,” You whimpered, your bottom lip jutting out as you looked down at the man between your thighs.

“Not sure if you can take more, princess. You already look pretty full to me.” He met your gaze with a sly grin, deliberately fucking his fingers into you for emphasis as the crude squelch filled the room.

“Yo, please. I promise I can-” You were delirious now, the only thought in your mind was the throb between your thighs. An intense fire that was roaring inside you that you wanted to extinguish, desperate to satiate the desire that continued to build the more his experienced fingers worked your needy cunt.

“Yeah?” He cooed, feigning sympathy as he gave you a soft smile, “You promise?”

You nodded pathetically in response as your walls flexed around him. Shindou pressed his thumb tight to his palm as he pushed his fingers deeper, watching more of his hand slowly begin to disappear inside your stretched hole. Pushing forward until just his wrist was visible as he began to close his hand into a fist, pressing his soaked fingers into his palm as you shamelessly rolled your hips into his touch from the sensation.

“Oh fuck,” Shindou watched you take his entire fist as he moved his free hand to lay flat against your pelvis, feeling himself stretching your body apart as he groaned. “Remember— You’re the one that asked for this, sweetheart.”

You squealed as you felt him activate his quirk. The shrill vibrations coursed through your body hard and fast as his fist pressed against your slick walls, directly against the spongy spot inside you as you jolted in surprise. Your thighs thrashed against the bed as Shindou curled himself over you, holding your body down to stop you from wriggling out of his grip.

“You were the one saying ‘more, more'” His lips curled into a condescending pout as he tried to mimic the sound of your voice, moving his fist as much as he could inside your tight heat, “You like it, don’t lie. I can feel you clamping down around me.”

“Yo,” You cried out, feeling the vibrations echoing throughout your body as the coil inside you was close to snapping.

“There we go,” He cooed, pressing his other thumb against your clit as he began to rub soft circles against it as you keened beneath him, “Is that better?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You chanted, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of your bliss.

“Don’t fight it.” Shindou groaned, watching as your face contorted in pleasure as you finally found your release.

You cried out as your climax surged through you, the intense vibrations making it difficult to come down from your high as you continued to writhe beneath him. Shindou refused to allow you a moment of respite as he continued to twist his wrist as his fist vibrated inside your trembling walls.

“Oh shit, sweetheart.” His eyes were focused between your thighs as he felt you clench around his fist, “Come on, I know you’ve got one more in there for me.”

“It’s too much, Yo.” You gasped, white spots blanking your vision from your last intense climax as the shrill vibrations continued coursing through your body, “I can’t—”

“Don’t be like that, pretty girl.” Shindou leaned forward to press a lingering kiss against the side of your breast, “I know you can do it, for me?”

“Fuck,” You cried out, thinking that your body would begin to numb to his vibrations after your first climax, but instead everything seemed to feel that much more intense.

You felt so full, Shindou’s fist pressed firmly against the spongy spot inside you as each slight cant of your hips had you closer to another earth-shattering orgasm. Pearly wet tears began to cling to your lashes as you tried feebly to blink them back, your hand slipping beneath your thighs to wrap around his forearm as his teeth nipped at your breast in warning.

“Come on, pretty. Just one more, yeah?” An odd sensation was beginning to brew in your abdomen as your toes began to curl. Your lips parted in a constant moan which was distorted by the vibrations running through your body as you felt yourself dancing on the edge of your release.

“I feel funny,” You managed to mumble out as you felt yourself finally succumb to pleasure, Shindou’s fist vibrating inside your tight cunt as your hips jolted beneath him.

“Holy fuck,” You gasped as you cried out his name, clear liquid began to squirt from between your thighs as it covered Shindou’s forearm and crotch as he howled in pleasure. Watching with glee as you squirted all over him, your walls pulsing around his hand as he continued to fist you through your release.

“That’s it,” He groaned, watching as more clear liquid continued to seep from between your thighs, “Look at my messy girl,”

“Oh my god, Yo, please. I can’t—” You pleaded with him, certain your cunt was numb from how hard he’d made you cum. The vibrations began to dull the pleasure as the last final squirts of your release left your body and soaked into his skin. Both of your hands moved between your thighs to wrap around his wrist as the vibrations began to surge through your forearms, trying to pull him away from your spent cunt.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You felt Shindou grin against your breast as he finally stopped his quirk, the sound of vibrations leaving the room as he stayed buried fist deep inside of you.

“I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Your hands were still wrapped around his wrist as he flexed his palm, your walls pulsing around him as you whined low in your throat from the overstimulation.

“Oh, fuck.” Shindou groaned as he slowly began to pull his fist back from your slick cunt, watching as the moisture that had pooled against his palm began to dribble down onto the sheets beneath you as he moved his hand back.

“Look at that fucking gape, holy shit.” Shindou moved his hands to spread your cunt apart, watching the way your walls winked at him as they tried to tempt him back in. Your tight cunt left gaping as he leaned back to admire the view, “Such a pretty girl.”

“You didn’t need to fist me to make me cum using your quirk, Yo.” Your eyes were wide as you stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving as you tried to come down from your high, “I think I’m numb.”

“Aww, my poor baby.” He nipped the fat of your breast before deliberately squeezing the other with his hand covered in your release, the wet sensation causing you to squeal as you tried to inch away from him, ignoring his roaring laughter as he flicked your taut nipple.

“I know, but it was more fun this way, wasn’t it?” He grinned.

“You asshole,” You pouted beneath him as you shoved his hand away.

“Guess we both need to shower now, huh?” He motioned to the large stain you’d left against his grey sweatpants and the sheets beneath him. 

“I’m going to shower, you can change the sheets.” You scoffed, secretly hoping he’d join you in the shower anyway.

“How about– I’ll change the sheets after you suck my dick.” He gave you a cocky smirk that had you rolling your eyes.

“Yo,” You laughed playfully as he grabbed the backs of your knees, pulling you against his body on the bed as you felt the sheets damp against your back as they stuck to your skin, “You’re shameless.”

“Yeah? But you love me though,”

“Maybe I do.” You smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

#Shindou smut #shindou x reader #Shindou Yo smut #Shindou Yo x reader #Bnha smut #mha smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #flashing lights

[pearl-blue-musings]

Elle this is such a fun event! LDR is one of my fave tropes too so I’m like ahh! I would love to ask for something with Bakugou or Shindou! Whoever you feel inspired for!

My favourite drink is probably rosé, snack is def custard creams and something that brings me comfort is watching trashy tv shows or bubble baths with candles. And I don’t mind if it’s suggestive or fluffy!💕

!!!! Hi Jo!!! Thanks so much for stopping by it really made my night 🥰 and I’ve got just the thing for you!! Hope you like it!

8:04 PM

Damn, you’re home later than you had intended. You rub at your temples before chucking your shoes somewhere into the empty apartment, relief overcoming you. You step in slowly as the weight of the day lays heavy on your shoulders. A sigh leaves your lips as you debate whether or not to open the bottle of rosè you had bought earlier in the week, ultimately choosing to twist it open and throw something mind numbing on Netflix.

You sink into the couch cushions and place your leg on the coffee table, not caring about being neat. A familiar title you used to always watch with Shindou appears and you click on it. With your glass full and tv show on, you sit back to decompress from the day. You also muse over what to do for dinner and how much you miss your boyfriend.

And speak of the devil, he calls.

“Hello?”

“Now that’s no way to greet your loving boyfriend! What’s got my favorite girl so down?”

Just hearing his voice eases away the excess tension that had built up over his absence. Although it’s getting late for you, Shindou’s day has already begun. “It’s nothing,” you huff, loosely holding the phone to your ear. “It was a really stressful day at work.”

“Hmmm I can tell- whoop hold on gotta go catch a criminal. Give me a sec!”

You can’t help but giggle as you put the phone on speaker and set it down. As happy as you are to be working a once in a lifetime job, it meant moving away from the love of your life. You didn’t think being continents apart would be this difficult but he’s somehow made it work. He’s always promising that the two of you will be united again, even if he has to vibrate the whole earth’s crust to get you two together. As you wait for him to come back to the phone, small tears of longing form in the crease of your eye and you quickly wipe them away.

“Hey babe I’m back! Sorry about that, usually morning patrol doesn’t have anything come up!”

You laugh with him and sink lower into the couch, enjoying the easy conversation about his day. “Are you watching our show?! Without me?! I’m hurt.”

“Yo, it’s been a really bad day,” you mumble.

“I know. I could tell by the lack of early morning texts from you.”

You’re about to speak when a knock on your door interrupts you. “Hm, I didn’t order anything.”

“A visitor? Maybe you should go see what it is.”

You grunt and push yourself off the couch, still keeping your phone near. “Y’know, I have a feeling you sent me something.”

Shindou scoffs on the other line. “Me? With my schedule? Absolutely not, I would never.”

You roll your eyes before opening the door. A neat purple box with a bow lays in front of your feet and you realize what it is. “Shindou Yo, you did not!”

“If you mean I didn’t order your favorite custard cremes and have them sent to you then no, I didn’t do that.”

You do a little happy dance as you pick up the box and bring it inside, rushing to the table to open them. As you open the box, you see a small message on the inside that says, “I miss you. Love, Grand.”

You try to hold in your tears as you carefully take out a couple and bring them to the couch. “I miss you too, Yo.”

“I knew you’d like it! Hey I’ve got a couple of minutes, wanna tell me what’s happening on our show?” You hum in accordance and tell him what’s happening, unaware that he’s holding back his own tears and thoughts to enjoy this moment with you.

#elle’s musical moots #jo 🗯️ #yo shindo #shindou yo x reader #elle’s wine night #i hope you like it!!!

[lazyheartcomputer]

Gather round Young hero gather round... as I tell you a story about how he stole your heart, by vibrations. You fell asleep after a long day of work, he showed up late to see you in a shirt with short shorts. He knew it, he knew it all along that you would wear something to sleep...and he loves it, a lot. He lays down behind you as he does a trick on his sleeves, vibrations. He starts you vibrate on your back, you felt his hand on your ass as you felt his vibrating hands on your thighs, and your sweet spot as you're still asleep. He takes of the short shorts and sees your wet glistening pussy for him. It's your fault for wearing something sexy for him while you fell asleep dreaming about him and fantasizing about him all week. He sticks his finger inside of your wet pussy as you moaned in your sleep, feeling the vibrations from him...and he's horny for this moment. So he starts to finger you in a slow tempo then he goes a bit faster, feeling his fingers inside of you while you moaned in your sleep destined to wake up. At last, you came for him and woke up feeling a bit tired. He wants to apologize for that accident, and requests for another round with you... but with more sweet vibrations until the night ends~

#shindou yo x reader #shindou yo smut #this is my first smut to the best underrated character i loved #late b day present for him tho. #shindou you

[keulixeutin]

A Soft October Night

a/n: i have a thing for citrus scents—and an inability to describe perfumes and colognes—so leave me alone asidlfhad.  i felt sad and wanted to write something sad, but i hate writing sad things bc i’m delicate and sensitive, so this is as close as i’ll get.  this was supposed to be like 1k.  and then???? idk. also, this is noted as a drabble but it's the length of a dang fic lmaoo but the vibe is drabble, u feel??? anyways, i hope u enjoy!!!!!

summary: after receiving a heartbreaking rejection, you find comfort in the arms of someone you least expect.  bakugou x fem!reader (if you squint). one-sided shindou x reader, or more like nakagame x shindou x reader.

cw: she/her pronouns, fem!reader. swearing, angst, heartbreak, hurt and comfort, reader feeling super insecure, shindou kind of leading reader on (implications), alcohol, drunk reader, bakugou being comfort, some fluff and cuteness at the end.

word count: 4,696.

You stared at the side of Yo’s chiseled face as he pulled out his phone and responded to a text message.  You knew better than to look; you knew you’d simply be twisting the knife in your side, confirming what you already knew.  Your eyes flickered down to the smiling face of a cutely sweet blond: Nakagame Tatami.  It was embarrassing and humiliating to call her your rival in love, but there wasn’t any other way to say it.

And, actually, it wasn’t much of a rivalry.  She was in the lead, if she hadn’t already won.  The evidence was right in front of you—there you were, drunk and upset, and Yo was still messaging her.

When the two of you got to his car, he pocketed his phone and opened the driver’s door.  You opened the passenger side—but then you stopped, heart throbbing like it was being squeezed in someone’s apathetic hand.

“Yo,” you began, “do you like me?”

He looked to you, brows furrowing.  “Babe, you know the answer to that,” he said, and the pet-name that once had you shuddering in elation now had you trembling in grief.

“Yo—”

“Of course I like you.”

It wasn’t an answer though.  You knew him well enough to know that what he said wasn’t what he meant; what he said wasn’t a real answer to your question.  He was only trying to placate you for another day, say what you wanted to hear to keep you quiet for another week, say anything to avoid admitting a decision that he had already made.

“I’m really tired,” you said suddenly.

“I know, babe,” he said.  “Get in the car, and I’ll drive you home.”  

“I’m exhausted, Yo,” you continued.  “Fucking exhausted.”

He didn’t say anything, realizing then that you weren’t referencing your physical fatigue.  You held tightly onto the passenger door, grinding your teeth to keep the tears from falling, to keep from screaming.

“I can’t keep doing this,” you whispered.  “If you like me, then you’re mine; and if you’re mine, then you’re mine.”

“…Let’s talk about this later.”  His voice had softened, but it was because he could see the breaking on your face, and not because he wanted the talk to be later so that he could be sweet.

He wasn’t sweet to you.  He’d never be, not in the way you wanted, not in the way you asked.

You pressed your hand over your eyes, as if you could force the tears back.

“It’s okay if it’s fucking Nakagame,” you said, your voice cracking.  “But if it is, then you need to leave me alone.”

He hesitated.  “It’s not like that.  I’m not saying that it’s Tatami—”

“Then who is it?” you asked, hearing the high and hissing desperation in your voice.  It had been months like this, long weeks of secret laughter and tender touches and quiet kisses in the corners—and yet there was nothing to show for it in the light of the day.  Everything that had happened under the cover of darkness stayed there, and you were always left waking with questions and confusions.

“It’s—it’s not anyone,” he said.  “I care about you—I care about the both of you.  Why is that a crime?  You’re both important to me.  I can’t choose because you matter to me in—in different ways.”

That was enough for the dam to break.  You leaned your forehead against your forearm, still gripping the door for support as you tried to swallow the gasping sobs breaking through. 

You both mattered to him in different ways.  Of course, you thought.  It was always like this with every person you had ever loved.

“Why can’t you say that it’s me?” you asked.  “That you pick me?”

“[Name]—”

“Is that so bad?”  You let out a pained and incredulous laugh.  “Is it so hard to say, ‘It’s you, and it’s only you?'”

He stepped around the car to you.  When you felt his hand touch your arm, you jerked away, face stained with heartbreak and tears.

“You’re drunk,” he said gently.  “Let me get you home and we can talk about this tomorrow.  How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like bullshit,” you spat.  “Sounds like another way for you to avoid the hard conversation.  Sounds like another way for you to keep me on the side and Nakagame in your bed.”

Hurt flashed across his face, and it only made you angrier.  How could it be that he felt hurt?  How was that fair that his feelings got to be hurt when he was the one stringing you along?  How was it that he could look so goddamn handsome with pain coloring his brows while you, the actual victim, had ugly snot and tears and smeared eyeliner and frizzy hair?

“Babe, that’s not what I’m saying—”

“I hear what you’re saying,” you interrupted bitterly, “loud and clear, Yo.  It’s not me—and that’s fucking fine—but this—whatever this is—this is not fucking fine.”

“[Name], wait—”

Yo tried to grab your arm, but you quickly side-stepped him, storming back toward the bar.  The car doors closed behind you; then, after a brief moment’s hesitation, you heard him quickly follow after you.  Picking up your speed, you entered through the back door and shuffled through the crowd on unsteady feet, rubbing at your face to try to wipe away any evidence that this had hurt. You paused, quickly looking around, trying to recall where the bathroom was; you figured you could hide in the women’s bathroom before leaving, or maybe even climb through the window and call for an Uber.

Abruptly, someone grabbed onto your wrist.

“Hey, what the hell?” It was a familiar, gruff voice. 

You turned, meeting bright red eyes: Bakugou. 

He took in your blotchy face and disheveled hair, concerned etched into his normal scowl.

“You alright there, doc?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” you said tightly, trying to pull your wrist out of his hold, but he held on, frowning.  “Just need to get to the bathroom.”

You thought you heard Yo calling for your name above the buzz of the music and the crowd, but you weren’t sure if it was simply part of your imagination.  You couldn’t lie; you had a moment of weakness where you hoped he would catch up to you, grab you by the waist, and then profess his love and apologize for his stupidity, but even in your drunken and despondent state, you knew how ridiculous that dream was.  Him calling you hadn’t been in your head, though, as Bakugou had heard him as well; the both of you turned to look back in the same direction.

“I can’t talk to him right now,” you said, and he finally let go of your hand.

“Hold on,” Bakugou said.  “Come here—that dumbass would be stubborn enough to follow you even into the women’s bathroom.”

He walked you backwards to the bar a few feet from you, shoving others aside to make space for the two of you.  Bakugou blocked you in against the countertop and his chest; one hand gripped the counter, covering you from sight with his arm and shoulder, and the free hand looped loosely around your waist.  He tilted his head down toward your ear.  The position was intimate; to anyone looking, they’d see a man murmuring sweetly into someone’s ear.  The stance perfectly obstructed views; he hid you from wandering gazes with his large back as he pressed you into his hard chest, into his earth and citrus cologne.

You didn’t know if Yo passed by.  You were enveloped by Bakugou’s scent and warmth, and as he pulled you in closer, or as you leaned in further, you suddenly released the heartbreak that you had been trying to wipe from your face, a weight you had been trying to hold onto until you reached the safety of the bathroom stalls.  In Bakugou’s arms—in his surprisingly warm and tender embrace, in his arms that encircled you like you were the softest and most delicate thing he ever had to hold—you cried.  Your shoulders shook as you sobbed into his chest, unable to help yourself.

You thought he’d tense, thought he’d push you away in sneering disgust.  It wasn’t as if you had a particularly volatile relationship with him, but he wasn’t known to be the most compassionate person.  But, defying your expectations, Bakugou pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you fully.  He pressed his cheek against the top of your head—and you felt him sway slowly.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured against your hair, and for some reason, that made you cry harder.

You felt so pathetic, crying over someone you knew would never pick you, crying over something that had happened to you over and over again already.

You must’ve been so pathetic that Bakugou—the explosive, hot-headed, roughest-around-the-edges Bakugou Katsuki—was trying to comfort you.  You had asked—begged—pleaded—Yo to give you a little bit of anything, shamefully crying for scraps for so long, and here was Bakugou, giving you what he could, turning down his fire, his heat, to give you a little bit of warmth that wouldn’t burn.

How was this fair?

“You’re fine,” Bakugou whispered.  “You’re okay.”

You gripped his shirt, not caring that you were potentially ruining it with the tight clamping of your nails and your tears seeping through the fabric.

“Fuck that guy,” he muttered.  “I never fuckin’ liked him or his fuckin’ ugly face anyways.”

The sudden shift made you laugh, hiccuping against the cries fighting for dominance in your throat.  It didn’t provide any lasting relief, though, but you were grateful even for the second of reprieve.

Once you got a handle on your breath, you pulled back, saying, “Thanks—for hiding me.”  You didn’t want to stand here and keep crying in Bakugou’s chest; you were drunk, but you were aware enough to know you’d regret it embarrassingly in the morning.  “I’m, um, gonna sneak out before he comes back around.”

—But he didn’t respond like you had expected.

“I’ll walk you out,” he offered.  He smoothed out your hair, detangling some strands, a gesture that was tenderhearted, something you never would’ve thought to attach to the hero voted most likely to attack journalists and paparazzi.

“I’ll be fine.”

He rolled his eyes.  “Shut up and walk.”

With a huff, you looked over his arms and shoulders.  When you didn’t see Yo, Bakugou released you from his hold and followed you as you pushed through club crowd, heading for the entrance.  When you finally made it out onto the street, you took in a deep but shaky breath of the cool night air.

Just another night, you thought.  Just another second place trophy to add to the shelf.

Nothing new, you told yourself.  Nothing new.

Bakugou gently touched your hand, getting your attention.  When you looked at him, he jerked a thumb toward the parking lot.

“Over here,” he said.

It took a while to piece it together, due to the fog of alcohol and heartache, but when you realized what he was offering, you shook your head.  “Seriously,” you said, “you’ve done enough.  You don’t need to drive me home; I’ll just call a taxi or Uber or something…”

“Why the hell would you spend money when I’m telling you I’ve got a fuckin’ car?”

“Because I want to wallow alone.”

He stopped, staring at you.  “Do you?” he asked.

It seemed like, if you said yes, he’d leave you alone; it seemed like he was giving you an option to be honest and he’d respect your answer—but, truthfully, you didn’t know yourself.  This was the only way you knew how to deal with your feelings toward Yo.  This was the only way you had ever dealt with feelings such as this, alone in the dark.  You didn’t know if you wanted company.  You didn’t know if it would make it better or easier, or if you’d just feel stupid and humiliated in the presence of others.

“Doc?” he asked.  It wasn’t a creative nickname.  He—and many others—called you doc because you had a PhD in bio-engineering with quirk applications—but there was something sincere about the way he said it, something softer and more intimate than Yo’s frequent usage of babe.

You shrugged, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears again.  You didn’t know you had so much in you to give, so much to lose, so much already lost.

“Come on,” he said.  

Bakugou didn’t grab onto you, letting you decide, but you ultimately followed him as he wove through parked cars.  He led you to the other side of the lot where the metal barrier stopped cars from driving off the hill and down into traffic.  Past it was a expansive and beautiful view of the sea, sparkling underneath a bright crescent moon.

He motioned for you to go to toward the back of his car; he helped you up to sit on the trunk.  Then, he reached into the back passenger’s seat for an unopened water bottle.

“Drink,” he said, putting it into your hands.  “You hungry?”

You shrugged again.

“Stay here,” he ordered, and you irrationally found it so goddamn hilarious that he thought there was somewhere you could go.

While he was gone, you stared at the passing cars below and the soft shimmering of the ocean.  From so high up, you could see the stars reflected back in some of the calmer waters before gentle waves rippled the view.  You drank from the bottle slowly, sniffling and wiping your nose with the back of your hand every few minutes as you mentally tortured yourself with every little bit of Yo that had made you fall in love—his stupidly soft smile in the glow of the morning light, his bark of laughter whenever you unwittingly bumped your shoulder into corners, his nimble fingers braiding your hair as you were bent over costume and gear schematics in the early dawn, him having just finished his patrol and you still having yet gone to sleep.

You wondered if he did the same with Nakagame on the days he didn’t visit you.

—No, you knew he did.

He probably did more.

In the morning light, he probably kissed her.  If she bumped into walls, he probably checked for any injuries.  After late night patrols, he probably pulled her into the bed, skin-to-skin underneath the sheets because that was the best way to sleep.

You gripped the water bottle tightly.

Bakugou came back then; he had a plate of chicken karaage and two beers.  He handed you the warm plate and drink before hopping onto the back of his car, settling down right beside you.  His body emitted heat constantly.  You wondered if that was how he was or if it had to do with his quirk; maybe a mixture of both.  It was welcoming in the cool night.

“Doesn’t this defeat the purpose of my water?” you asked, replacing the water bottle with the beer when he popped it open for you.

“Who fuckin’ eats chicken karaage without beer?” Bakugou snorted.

The two of you clinked the glass bottles and took a swig, picking at the food in your lap.  You turned to stare at the shifting ocean under the silver light.

“Shouldn’t you go back in with your friends?” you asked suddenly, masochistically trying to push him away so you could be miserable alone.

“They’re fine,” he answered.  “Eijirou’s been slowly sobering up ever since Dunce Face started hitting on the dancers.”

You cracked a wry grin.  “The dancers that are dating the bouncers?”

“The dancers dating the fucking bouncers.”  

He took another swig of his drink.  You followed suit.  It was quiet.  You thought it would stay like that, just an hour of complete silence while you wallowed and moped; it’d probably be easier for the number two explosive hero.  He wasn’t one for small talk, much less sentimental ones—but he continued to surprise you, and you found yourself secretly grateful.

“…You wanna talk about it?” he asked.

You glanced at him, sniffling without meaning to.  “I’m surprised you wanna hear about it.”

“I don’t,” he retorted.  “But—feels like something you might like.  Or need.  Or whatever.”  Under the dim light of the night, the harsh lines on his face made from his training, his anger, his life, seemed to soften.  

“That’s sweet,” you remarked.  “I think.  Well, it is sweet for you, I guess.”

He didn’t respond, letting the silence fill until you felt ready to say something.

You didn’t think you were.  You didn’t think you’d ever be.  Even with your past blunders in love, you never truly felt comfortable enough to talk about them with anyone, not even your closest friends.  You never felt okay enough.  It was difficult to move on when you were consistently trapped in these situations.  Everyone who had wrapped their arms around you under the cover of night disappeared as soon as the sun kissed your eyelids.  Even worse, they disappeared and fell into someone else’s arms.

“There’s nothing to say,” you finally said, voice low as though you were afraid that, any louder, and you’d burst into tears.  “I stupidly…waited around, and—and he didn’t pick me.”  You scratched at your cheek, attempting nonchalance in your tone and movement, even though you were staring pointedly at your heels to keep the stinging in your eyes from morphing into anything else.  “To be fair,” you continued, “he didn’t pick either of us—me or Nakagame.  Turtle Neck, if you remember.  But, anyways, I know what that means.”

“What does it mean?”

“That I am, once again, not good enough to be chosen.”  You smiled bitterly.  “Always the bridesmaid and never the bride, is what they say.”  You tried to laugh, but it came out hollow.

You could feel him staring at you, the heat of his gaze warming the side of your face.

“I know you’re not interested in a pity-party,” you said, “but I just need it for the night and then it’ll be over.  Back to being the doc tomorrow.”

“You—”

“Is it okay that I’m sitting on your car?”

He was taken aback by the abrupt shift in conversation, blinking and frowning in confusion.  “What?”

“I lathered a shit ton of glitter lotion on myself before I left,” you explained.

Bakugou looked down to your legs, glistening under the moonlight, an entire galaxy dotting every part of your legs.  You lifted your thigh and saw the sparkly smear on his car.  

“What the fuck.”

“Sorry,” you said.

“Whatever, it’s fine,” he grumbled.  “I’ll take it into the carwash tomorrow.”

“I’ll pay,” you offered.

“I said it’s fuckin’ fine, Jesus.”

“Why are you being so nice?” you asked suddenly.

He glowered at you, looking annoyed by the question.  “Why kind of asshole do you think I am?”

“The asshole kind,” you deadpanned.

“Well, I’m not that kind,” he muttered.

You peered at his expression, seeing something on his face that you hadn’t ever seen before, something sentimental, or soft, or delicate.  “What kind are you then?” you prodded.

He sipped his beer, glancing at you.  “The kind that gets fuckin’ annoyed,” he replied, “but not the kind that would fuckin’ leave you while you’re crying.”  He was glaring at you from the corner of his eyes, but he looked sincere, and if Bakugou had shown you anything from his shouting and his scowling, it was that he was earnest in his worst—and best—of moods.

“Oh.”  You didn’t have anything else to say, looking down at your hands.  You picked another piece of chicken, a small and crispy one, and popped it into your mouth, chewing absentmindedly.  It was more for the alcohol than hunger.

You suppose there was a lot you didn’t know—about the people around you.  About anything.  You hadn’t been sure that Yo would've picked you over Tatami, but you hadn’t been sure that he wouldn’t have, either.  You had been sure that you could wait, could hold off long enough until he found his way back to you, but you were wrong.  And you hadn’t expected Bakugou to be the one to swoop in and help you, but he had—he did—he was.

You wondered what else you would get wrong tonight, or for the rest of your life, and you thought this feeling should perhaps leave you hopeful and excited, but, instead, your chest felt empty and aching.

You looked from the fried chicken in your lap to Bakugou leaning forward, resting his elbows onto his knees, to the gentle ripples of the ocean water, the reflective night sky unexpectedly cut by a pod of jumping dolphins.  The chilly night was backdropped by the music blaring from the clubs all around and the stars all above, and there were goddamn dolphins playing in the gleaming waters—it was so romantic, so dreamy, so perfect, the entire fucking thing.  You couldn’t do anything but curl into yourself and cry, thinking, stupidly, that you wanted Yo to be here beside you, sharing this meal and this beer and this soft October night.

The chicken fell out of your lap, and you had just enough sense to tighten your hold on the bottle, or maybe you just wanted something to hold onto.

You felt a hand on your back, rubbing lightly.

“…Do you want a hug?” Bakugou asked, his voice low and gruff and the sweetest thing you had heard all night.

“Yes,” you whispered.  “Yes, please.”

He gently pried the bottle from your hand and placed it aside, and then he opened his arms to you.  You climbed into his lap, burying your face into his neck as you sobbed, seeking a warmth that you weren’t going to get from anyone else.

You cried about Yo.  You cried about the mean things you had thought about Nakagame in moments of cruel jealousy.  You cried about all the boys that had picked smiles more beloved than yours.

Just once, you’d like to hear it.

Just once, you’d like to be someone’s first choice.

Just once, you’d like someone to touch your face, and cup your cheeks, and sigh against your mouth—it’s you—it’s you—it’s always been you—it’ll only ever be you.

And as if he could hear it in your cries, Bakugou murmured kindly into your hair.  “One day.  It’ll be you one day.”

You didn’t quite believe it.  Logically, you knew you couldn’t say it was impossible, but it was the same way you approached ghosts or miracles—they were there, but they weren’t.  You couldn’t say never, but you couldn’t say for certain either, and wasn’t that answer enough?  That you couldn’t confidently say yes?  That you couldn’t look at something and say it was a miracle, but it was so easy to say it only a trick of the light?

You cried harder, tightening your hold around him.  In response, Bakugou held onto you all the tighter, unaffected by your dress riding up or your legs straddling him or the glitter that was surely getting smeared onto his black pants.  He held you as fiercely as you wanted, loosening his hold when you loosened yours, contracting when you did.

After a while, you lost the energy to cry.  There was nothing left to give or heave.  The next breath you took, though shaky and unstable, didn’t devolve into bawling, and then, soon, with more exhales that didn’t trigger tears, you began to slowly calm.  Eventually, it was just your occasional sniffle and the heavy beating of Bakugou’s heart.  You felt him untangle your hair, shifting you closer on his lap. 

“I’d pick you,” he said softly.

“Not Uraraka?  Utsushimi?”  It was supposed to be a dry joke, but your cracking voice and your sniffling made it sound pessimistic and sad, like you believed that, in the grand scheme of things, you’d always be in someone’s shadow.

“Nah.  You.”

There was a finality there that soothed you.  A brusqueness that refused questioning. It was nice. Reassuring.

You closed your eyes, breathed in his scent—sweet and citrusy in the heated dark.  As your body relaxed, Bakugou tightened his hold on you.

Tired by the night’s events, you fell asleep for a moment.  You jerked awake when you felt drool pooling at the edge of your lips.  You didn’t know how long you had fallen asleep; it didn’t feel long, but you couldn’t be sure.  Bakugou was laying against the back window of his car with you still in his arms, his hand slowly running up and down your back in soft strokes as he stared at the stars with half-lidded eyes.

You sat up, disentangling yourself from his hold.  “Sorry,” you said, wiping your mouth.  “I—I think I drooled on you.”  With the alcohol fading and the cries subsiding, you immediately felt an embarrassment creep into your chest.

“It’s fine.”  He had one careful hand on your hip to keep you steady as he lifted himself up with his other hand.  “You ready to go?”

“Bakugou—really, I—I’ll just Uber…”

“Shut up,” he grunted.  He helped you down and then gathered the trash to dump into a nearby trashcan.  Before you could open the door, he opened the passenger side for you.  “Get in, crybaby,” he said, gruff voice ending in a lilting tease.

“Too soon, asshole,” you grumbled.  You looked up at him and rubbed at your runny nose with the back of your hand.  His shirt had some wet spots on it, but he looked impeccable; you, on the other hand, must've looked like an absolutely disgusting mess.  

“I feel really gross,” you said, attempting to laugh as though that would ease the embarrassment.

You expected him to agree, but he only looked down at you.  His left brow was raised, trying for something hard and stony, but there was half a smile curling at the corner of his lips.  Emboldened, you sent a hesitant smile his way—and then you caught sight of a familiar dark head of hair across the parking lot.

Yo stood at the club entrance, staring at you and Bakugou.

Bakugou, seeing you avert your eyes to somewhere behind him, turned around and saw Yo as well.  He looked back to you. 

There was a silent question in the air—would you go to Yo?  Would you go back?  You had told him that what he was doing wasn’t fair—but what if he changed his mind?  What if he finally picked you?  What if—

You looked from dark brown eyes to bright vermillion ones.

Then, wiping at your sniffling nose, you sat inside the car, and Bakugou, after checking that both your legs were in, closed the passenger door.  He ignored Yo as he walked around the car and got into the driver’s side, something you thought was wildly mature.

“Text me your address,” Bakugou said as he closed the door.

“What’s your number?” you asked.

“You never saved it?” he asked, nose flaring.  “I fuckin’ texted you last week about my gear.”

“You rarely hire my company to adjust your tech,” you said, scrolling through your messages until you found the unknown number with the choppy messages lacking any type of normal human etiquette.

“What does that fuckin’ matter?” he muttered.  “Fuckin’ save it this time.  And hand sanitizer’s in the compartment; don’t think I didn’t fucking notice you wiping at your snot the entire night.”

“Shut up,” you muttered.

As mature as he had seemed earlier with not yelling at Yo, you should’ve known that it wouldn’t have lasted for long. Bakugou couldn’t help but give in to his hotheaded instinct, to his mean streak. As he pulled out of his spot, he pressed his middle finger against the window at Yo’s furious face. The car sped off with you clutching your side in the passenger seat, laughing and gasping for air bittersweetly, wrapped still in his citrus scent and tenderhearted whispers.

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Current game: Send a single '🌸' + any character name (+ fandom if it's not obvious), and I'll give you one headcanon for them. Limited to one headcanon per ask. The same character can be asked for more than once.

I can go in fandom-blind. Pick any character you like.

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Firstly, anyone new here please know I’m the slowest writer on this planet, with a feeble amount of motivation. When requesting, it’s better off to think of it as a suggestion, because unless I get inspired, there’s a high chance I won’t have the brain power to write your piece.

I work under a policy that every character is pansexual/panromantic, unless explicitly stated by the original creator that the character is not attracted to a specific orientation.

What I will write:

Reader-inserts only

Second-person, or third-person if requested

Headcanons, drabbles, blurbs, short stories, voice lines, match ups.

Any gender, but will default to fem! unless requested

Romance or platonic

Aro or Ace

Polyamory

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Horror/Suspense 

Minor injuries/blood

Alternate Universe (please specify)

The list isn't completely exclusive so if in doubt, hit me with what you've got.

I reserve the right to decline or ignore any requests that make me feel uncomfortable, and have no obligation to disclose reasons why.

What I won’t write:

NSFW / Taboo

Political

Hate speech

Cheating

Whump (Yandere is fine but won’t be graphic)

Real celebrities x reader

Young-coded characters romantically. E.g. Eri, Kota, Klee, Nahida, etc.

I can try writing for any character from the fandoms listed, but the characters below are the ones I’m more confident in. Those with an ‘ * ’ are the characters I’m most confident writing.

Arcane:

Jayce || Viktor*

Silco

Demon Slayer:

Akaza* || Douma || Enmu || Gyutaro*

Inosuke || Nezuko

Rengoku || Sanemi

Dr Stone

Senku || Taiju

Tsukasa || Ukyo || Yo

Chrome || Kinro

Final Fantasy

7: Reno || Vincent || Genesis || Zack

13: Hope || Snow || Caius || Noel

Genshin Impact:

Arataki Itto || Cyno || Thoma || Tighnari || Xiao || Zhongli

Childe || Scaramouche

Gotham (TV Series):

Oswald Cobblepot || Jerome Valeska || Victor Zsasz*

Kingdom Hearts:

Organization XIII members || Axel*

Sora || Riku || Hayner

The Maze Runner:

Gally* || Newt || Frypan || Minho || Alby

Vince

My Hero Academia:

Class 1-A [Any] || Bakugou Katsuki* || Ojiro Mashirao*

Amajiki Tamaki || Kaibara Sen || Monoma Neito || Shindou Yo || Shinsou Hitoshi || Togata Mirio || Yorarashi Inasa

Chisaki Kai [Overhaul] || Dabi || Spinner || Toga Himiko || Twice

Fatgum || Pro Hero: Manual

Obey Me:

Mammon || Lucifer || Beelzebub || Asmo

Simeon || Solomon || Raphael

Tales of Arcadia:

Douxie Casperan || Krel Tarron*

Nari || Skrael || Strickler || Tronos

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[katsukisbimbo]

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✯pairing: shindou yo x reader

✯synopsis: overstimulation with shindou

✯wordcount: 813

✯warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, overstimulation, dacryphilia, spit, cunnilingus, squirting, degradation, sub/dom themes, coercion, and mean! shindou.

“N-No more!” you pathetically wailed, using your remaining strength to push at Yo’s head. Only for him to bury his head even further between your thighs, licking and sucking at your puffy lips. You had orgasmed about three times already, your limit fast approaching. The feeling of his hot tongue on your clit along with his thick, vibrating fingers made your whole body shake. 

“Nah.” he quipped, diving back into his meal. 

Both his tongue and fingers relentless, barely giving you time to breathe. Another orgasm in close proximity. Your moans and squeals steadily pouring out of your mouth, your desparateness apparent. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to stop, or to keep going. Drool continued to slide down your chin. You continued to babble incoherently, unsure of what you were actually pleading for, your senses being numbed. 

“T-Too much! Yo! Ngh-I’ll cum!” you whimpered, earning a smirk from your tormentor. He loved it when you got all stupid for him. So far gone that you were unable to even speak coherent sentences, unable to string words together due to lust clouding your mind, due to Shindou clouding your mind. 

“You like being a little cum whore don’t you, baby?” he queried, brow quirked in mock questioning. He continued. “Don’t you think you’re being a selfish slut? Cumming as many as what, three times? Not even offering your cute little mouth to me the way a slut should?”

He always knew how to get you desperate and whiney for him. 

“‘M not selfish,” you pouted, turning slightly to face away from his handsome smirking face. His grip tightening around the fat of your thighs, leaving deep purple bruises in their wake. “You don’t think so?” he greedily swiped his tongue across your clit, electricity flowing throughout your body. You shook your head, tears freely streaming down your cheeks. 

He cheekily pressed his intensely vibrating finger on your clit, harshly rubbing your little bundle of nerves in small, tight figure eights. You cried out, wrapping your legs around his back, effectively trapping him between your thighs in the process. He let out a laugh. Your reactions were just so cute, he couldn’t help but torture you a little. 

“I-I,” you continued to stutter, causing his grin to stretch even further. “Let’s turn it up hm? I don’t feel like you’re cumming fast enough.” he mockingly pouted, increasing both the speed and power of the vibration in his fingers. You pushed your hips into him, your back arching off of the soft mattress. You pulled at his soft black locks, he gazed at you, your fucked out expression with your wet puffy lips. 

He licked his lips before slotting his soft plush lips against your wet ones, not forgetting to play with your lower lips. His tongue gliding over your bottom lip, you pathetically opened your mouth like a desperate bitch, only being satiated by the feeling of his tongue licking into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, the tight coil in your tummy continues to tighten, your orgasm teetering off of the edge. 

“Yo!” you moaned into his mouth, your body shook as your orgasm came, your pussy ushing around his fingers. He refused to let up, his vibrating fingers still caressing your tender parts. You attempted to chastise him, wanting to let him know that you couldn’t take more, that you would pass out if he even tried. He ignored you, opting to grab your chin, letting a string of his saliva trickle into your mouth, automatically swallowing the gift he had given you. 

“You can take more, slut.” he growled, sliding his fingers once more inside your tender walls, his quirk turned up even higher than before. You continued to sob, overstimulation being too much for your used body. “Be a good girl. You got this baby, I know you won’t disappoint me.” he grinned, pressing another kiss on your reddened lips. 

Your orgasm approaching once more, quicker than the last few. 

You pulled him down, kissing him deeply before releasing a high pitched squeal, gushing around his fingers once more, soaking the bed and sheets with your essence. You felt your eyes droop, the constant hum of his quirk finally stilling, your huffs the only sound. Your head lolled to the side, peeking at his figure, not even realizing that he got up in the first place. 

He made his way into the washroom, your eyes closed for what seemed like a second, before cracking open, Shindou gently cleaning you off with a warm rag, prying your legs apart to reveal your battered cunt. You could see a sliver of a smirk present on his face. He was a true pervert, his cock still obviously hard in his pants, his precum stain evidence. 

He glanced at your exhausted figure, seeing your eyes barely open before smiling. 

“You want more?”

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Guided Sex | Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x Reader

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟

Kinktober masterlist.

This is a extended part of this thirst post. 

Summary: Kirishima invites Shindou to one of their game nights when Sero can’t make it, and Bakugou is pissed. But once Shindou realises that you’re on the other side of the call with Bakugou, he has something else planned.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, guided sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, phone sex, m!masturbation mentioned, squirting, praise, still not proof-read sorry!

Word Count: 3.2k.

“Don’t be mean, Bakugou.” The cocky tone of Shindou’s voice radiated through the speaker, “Let her hear properly.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking one of his headphones out so he could place it inside your ear. Shifting his hips so your back was pressed firmly against his chest as he weaved his arms around your waist. Holding you tight against his body as you could now hear everything on the line clearly.

“She’s got a headphone in,” Bakugou muttered, the tent in his pants prodding your ass as you shuffled against it.

“She’s finally joined us, huh?” You could hear the grin in Shindou’s voice as you rested your back against Bakugou’s chest, “Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” You mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious that everyone was listening to you, eager to hang on to your every word.

“Hi,” Shindou repeated back with a grin, “Glad you decided to join us for the game. Is this your first time too?”

Your face flushed at the question, knowing all too well that this most definitely wasn’t the first time you’d joined Bakugou during game night, often irritated that he was spending some much-deserved time off work with his friends instead of with you when you were especially needy. So often he’d allow you to climb onto his lap during the games as you shamelessly got yourself off using him, the microphone going silent so he could whisper filth into your ear. Telling the guys that it was his connection, even though gameplay never once dropped. You’d lost count of the number of times that you’d sucked his cock during a stream, but this was the first time you’d been caught.

“Oh, it’s not?” Shindou took your silence as his answer, the response causing a confused “What?! How?” To burst from Kaminari as Kirishima sucked in a breath, “You naughty girl.”

A soft gasp left your lips at his lewd words as you rolled your hips on top of Bakugou’s lap, trying to bring some stimulation to your needy clit.

“You got three guys jacking it because of how pretty you sound, sweetheart.” Shindou’s voice was raspy on the other side of the line, “Thinking about how pretty you’d look sat on their cocks.”

“Fuck,” Kaminari groaned on the line, “You’d look so pretty on mine.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” Bakugou growled, “You’d never stand a chance.”

“Say’s the guy neglecting his girl,” Shindou goaded Bakugou, “I can’t believe you still wanted game night tonight when you’ve got a pretty girl needy for you.”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know shit.” Bakugou spat.

“I know she’s desperate to cum, aren’t you sweetheart?” Shindou pressed, hearing the slight lilt to your breath as he spoke directly to you, “Can hear how needy you are.”

“Fuck,” You whined, grinding yourself on Bakugou’s lap as your clit throbbed desperately.

“Bakugou’s not very nice leaving you to get yourself off, is he?” Shindou whispered, you could practically hear the smirk on his face through the line as the sound of a computer chair squeaking echoed in the background.

“What you tryin’ to say?” Bakugou snarled behind you, tightening his grip on your thighs as he tossed the controller down.

“I’m just sayin’,” Shindou continued, “If I was lucky enough to have a pretty girl like you do, I’d be cancelling game night to take care of her.”

“She’s taken care of,” Bakugou growled as you felt his palms begin to heat up against your skin.

“Sure doesn’t sound like it,” Shindou smirked, “Do you need to cum, sweetheart?”

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her.” Bakugou rasped angrily, but the desperate sound from deep in your throat had all the other men moaning on the other side of the line.

“Jesus,” Shindou sucked in a breath at the sweet sounds coming from you as your clit throbbed.

“I wish there was a camera,” Kaminari groaned as you heard the crude sound of him spitting, the noise had your entire body aflame as you writhed on top of Bakugou.

“Are you jerking it to my girlfriend, asshole?” Bakugou snarled, his chest rumbling.

“I can’t help it, dude. She sounds so fucking hot.” Kaminari whined.

“You can’t blame them,” Shindou scoffed, his own hand palming his thick cock, “Your girlfriend’s hot.”

“Guys maybe we should stop-” Kirishima tried to placate.

“Don’t act like you’re not touching yourself, Kiri. I can hear you doing it.” Kaminari scoffed as you heard Kirishima try to stutter out excuses on the other side of the line.

“You guys are a bunch of fuckin’ pervs,” Bakugou growled, but made no attempt to shut the call off as he gave your ass a rough squeeze.

“I’m sorry, bro.” Kirishima whined, “I did try not to-”

“Sure ya fuckin’ did.” Bakugou rolled his eyes as the other three men continued to argue on the call, taking the opportunity to check on you.

“You okay?” He whispered against the shell of your ear as you nodded your head gently, pressing his lips to your temple as the guys continued bickering on the other end.

“Tell me if it gets too much, I’ll end it.” Bakugou continued, craning his neck to look into your eyes for any signs of doubt as you nodded back.

“Can’t believe you guys are arguing when you’ve got a pretty girl desperate to cum on the line,” Shindou scoffed.

“I can make her cum without any of you fucks,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, reaching a hand up to palm your breast. Making you arch your back into his touch as you let out a soft whine, your nipples pebbling beneath the oversized shirt you wore.

“Tell us what he’s doing to you, sweetheart.” Shindou pressed.

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening now, all three men listened with bated breath for your answer.

“Playing with my tits,” You mumbled, feeling Bakugou pinch your hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger above the fabric.

“Oh fuck, what are you wearing? Are you naked? Is she naked?” Kaminari fired questions in quick succession as he groaned softly.

“What is this? A cheap fuckin’ porno? Why’re you askin’ stupid questions.”

“I kinda wanna know if she’s naked or not too man,” Kirishima mumbled.

“Use your fuckin’ imaginations,” Bakugou growled.

“I’m wearing one of Katsuki’s shirts,” You mumbled, answering their question as you felt Bakugou’s hands sliding beneath the fabric.

“Is that it?” Kirishima sucked in a breath.

“Yeah,” You replied breathlessly as you felt his warm palm cup your naked breast.

“Man, that’s hot.” Kirishima groaned.

“Fuck, no panties?” Kaminari pushed, tightening his grip around his cock.

“She just said that, didn't she, asshole?” Bakugou spat gruffly as you felt him tug your nipple away from your body, letting your breast bounce back in place as he let go before repeating the motion.

“Dude, can you turn on your camera, please? I wanna see.” Kaminari replied childishly.

“Fuck no,” Bakugou scoffed, “She’s all mine.”

“I can just imagine how pretty you look right now, sweetheart.” Shindou smiled softly, pressing his thumb against the fresh pre beading at his tip as he smoothed it along his length, “Wish I was there to worship you in person.”

“She don’t need you,” Bakugou continued, “She’s got more than enough with me.”

“I dunno, I think she’d enjoy my quirk,” Shindou smirked.

“Wanna see what that pretty pussy of yours tastes like.” Kaminari whined, “Bet she tastes so good.”

“Tell Bakugou to play with that pretty pussy for us, yeah?” Shindou continued, “Take his hand and place it on your clit.”

“Shit,” You mumbled as you moved both hands to wrap around your boyfriend's wrist, holding him tight as you moved his palm between your thighs. Feeling calloused fingers immediately delving between your wet slick in search of your clit, parting you open to pull the hood of it back as he tapped against the sensitive nub softly.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Shindou cooed, “You like having your clit played with?”

“Yeah,” You sighed as you leaned into Bakugou’s touch.

“I bet you’d love me playing with it more,” Shindou added.

“Yeah, right.” Bakugou scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance.

“Oh, I think she would,” Shindou replied cockily, pressing his fingers against the edge of his desk for emphasis, the shrill vibrations sounding through the speakers as the items on his desk began to tremble from the speed of the vibrations. The noise had you squirming on Bakugou’s lap as you imagined the sensation of it against your sensitive clit, “My quirk has many uses, instead of just setting shit on fire.”

“Shut up, asshole.” Bakugou snarled from behind you, his hand tightening on your thigh as he increased the pressure against your clit.

You ignored their bickering as you focused on the delightful pressure against your clit, writhing on Bakugou’s lap as you chased your pleasure. The coil inside you tightened as your lashes, closing your eyes as you felt the pleasure begin to consume you.

“I’m gonna cum-” You whined, grinding your hips against his hand as the three men on the other side of the line went silent immediately, knowing they were listening intently to every sweet sound you made as Bakugou sent you over the edge. The coil inside you snapped as you let yourself come undone, crying out in pleasure as your body spasmed, riding out your bliss.

“Jesus,” Kirishima breathed heavily, “That was-”

“Dude, your girlfriend is so fuckin’ hot. It’s not fair.” Kaminari whined.

“Good girl,” Shindou murmured, “Sound all pretty and shit when you’re cumming, you know?”

You keened at his praise, feeling a warmth surrounding you as Bakugou nuzzled your cheek. Whispering quiet praises against the shell of your ear as he smoothed a calloused palm along your thigh.

“You still doin’ okay, angel?” He whispered.

“‘m good,” You mumbled.

“You’re so good, sweetheart.” Shindou continued, obviously overhearing you, “Did such a good job.”

“That’s it, assholes.” Bakugou cut him off, “We’re goin-”

“What? You afraid of your performance on call?” Shindou snorted, “Figures.”

“I ain’t afraid of shit.” Bakugou snarled.

“Sure seems like it, considering you’re leaving before you’ve even given her what she wants most.” Shindou continued, “Nothin’ wrong with a little performance anxiety. I mean, I’d probably be a little nervous too, trying to please my woman in front of some other guys-”

“I ain’t fuckin’ scared.” You could feel Bakugou’s chest tightening behind you as he practically seethed from Shindou’s words, his palm heating up against your thigh as he went to spit back another insult.

“Prove it.”

“You fucker, ya think- wait what?” Bakugou was caught off guard.

“Prove you’re not scared and fuck her,” Shindou replied simply.

“Fuckin’ prick,” Bakugou mumbled beneath his breath as he shifted your body weight onto one of his muscular thighs as he tugged down his shorts just enough to free his thick cock. The length of it warm as it was trapped between your lower back and his chest, trying to grind yourself back against him as he held your hips tight.

The other men could hear the rustling on the other side of the line as they waited for more action, the slick, lewd sound of hands stroking cocks played out through the headphones causing your cunt to throb in anticipation.

“You gonna show them how pretty you sound when you’re sitting on my cock, sweetheart?” Bakugou murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the curve of your neck.

“Yeah,” You sighed, bucking your hips back against him as the other men let out faint curses.

“Shit, man.” Kirishima whined, “You’re so lucky.”

“Oh, fuck.” You sighed blissfully as Bakugou finally pressed the tip of his cock against your tight entrance, slowly sinking you down on his length as you felt him begin to fill you up.

Bakugou sucked in a breath of air as he hissed through gritted teeth, feeling the way your tight cunt clenched around him as his thick lashes fluttered. Still throbbing from your previous climax as he gave a tentative roll of his hips to try and get you to loosen up a little for him.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” Bakugou whispered against your cheek, “Ya feel so good.”

The praise had you crying out in pleasure, a sultry moan spilling from your lips as he began to lift you from his length and drop you back down, the curve of his cock angled perfectly against the spongy spot inside you as you feebly tried to match his movements.

“Oh, fuck.” Kirishima gasped as you heard a crash on the other end of the line, clearly he’d accidentally knocked something onto the ground. His breathing was heavy as the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock went silent.

“You came already, Kiri?” Bakugou asked, his fingers continuing to press messy circles to your clit as your walls throbbed around him, “Shitty fuckin’ stamina.”

“It’s not my fault she sounds so pretty,” He whined.

“He’s right, she sounds real pretty.” Shindou grinned, “Wish I was there to hear it in person.”

“I can’t believe I lasted longer than you,” Kaminari laughed before it turned into a moan as you let out a high-pitched keen as Bakugou hit a particular spot inside you.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re far behind,” Shindou laughed as he leaned forward in his chair, his hand still wrapped firmly around his cock, “Are you close too, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” You gasped as Bakugou hit a particularly deep spot inside you, your thighs quivering as you approached your high.

“Fuck,” Bakugou growled, biting down on the curve of your neck as he continued his rough pace. Picking you up and dropping you back down on his cock, the lewd sound filling the speakers as the men on the other end listened on.

“That’s it, beautiful. Show us how pretty you sound when you cum.” Shindou murmured, continuing to stroke his cock as he listened to the sweet sounds spilling from your lips.

“Daddy?” You choked out a gasp as you felt yourself falling, “Can I cum?”

“Yeah, princess. Cum for me.” Bakugou smirked cockily at the fact that you’d asked him permission when Shindou was the one commanding you on the line.

“Of course, she calls you daddy.” Shindou scoffed.

“Jealous?” Bakugou laughed, splaying his palm against your pelvis as he pressed a wet kiss to your jaw.

“I am actually, yeah.” Shindou replied honestly, “I’d have her fucking screaming it if I was there.”

“You’d have her screaming for me?” Bakugou snorted.

“Shut the fuck up, dickhead.” Shindou retorted in annoyance, but both men were cut off from their bickering when you let out a desperate cry. The line went silent as they listened to you coming undone.

“Oh my god,” You gasped as your walls began to tremor around Bakugou’s cock. Your entire body felt aflame as you fell into your bliss, your toes curling as you came hard. Your walls milked Bakugou’s cock for all he was worth as you writhed on his lap, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as he helped you to ride out your high.

“Good girl,” Bakugou whispered, growling at the sensation of you clamping down around his cock, “Always so pretty when you cum.”

“I wanna see so bad,” Kaminari whined, his moans sounding through the speaker as he worked himself towards his own release.

“Fuckin’ perv.” Bakugou spat but you could feel his lips curving into a grin against your neck, “Hear that, princess? How desperate he is to see how beautiful you look right now sitting on my cock?”

Your walls clenched around his cock at his words as you moved a hand back to thread your fingers through the messy hair at the back of his undercut, nails scratching against his scalp as he hissed in pleasure.

“Shall we send them a picture?” Bakugou smirked, feeling your walls throb at the thought.

Bakugou kept his pace as he continued fucking into your tight cunt, the thick veins on his cock catching against your slick walls as he prolonged your pleasure. His palm splayed against your pelvis had you feeling tight as a different sensation began to build inside you, a tension begging to be released as you felt yourself diving head first into another climax.

“I’m gonna- oh, shit.” You cried out as you felt yourself succumb to the ecstasy swirling inside you, crying out Bakugou’s name as you came undone. A clear stream of liquid gushed from your cunt as he continued hitting the same sensitive spot inside you.

“Did you just squirt?” Bakugou rasped as he felt the wetness hit his thighs and feet as you spasmed on his lap, white spots blanking your vision as you let the climax wash over you, “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“Shit, did she squirt?” Shindou groaned, the slick sound of him stroking his cock increased as he worked himself towards his release, “That’s so sexy— shit.”

Shindou found his own release with a gruff groan, spilling his white hot release into his palm and lap as he tried to remain focused on the pretty sounds you were making on the other side of the line.

Bakugou followed quickly after as he gave a few more messy ruts up into your tight heat as he came with a grunt, painting your inner walls with sticky, warm spurts of his release as his nose nuzzled the back of your neck, warm palms rubbing soothing circles against your hips as he stayed buried deep inside your fluttering walls. Cherishing the aftershocks of your climax as he kept you plugged full of his release, his thighs soaked with your release.

“Do we at least get a selfie?” Kaminari wasn't above sounding desperate through the speakers as he practically begged to see what you looked like right now, “Please?”

“You’re lucky you even got to hear her, asshole.” Bakugou scoffed, “You should be grateful.”

“You’re no fun, Dynamight.” Shindou taunted, “He doesn’t want us to see how pretty his girl looks right now.”

Unbeknownst to them, Bakugou was taking a selfie with you with his cell phone, holding it high in the air to get as much of you in the frame as possible. A dewy glow to your skin from the layer of sweat sticking to your body as you shyly hid your face in his neck, holding the phone out to you so you could see the photograph to make sure you were okay with it before he created a group chat on his phone with the guys as he sent the photo.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Shindou sucked in a breath.

“She’s so pretty, how did you get so lucky?” Kaminari whined as he got the notification, “Sero’s gonna be pissed he missed this week.”

“Wow,” Kirishima sounded breathless as he surveyed the image.

Bakugou tossed his phone to the side as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Running his hands along your exposed sides as he slowly lifted you off his softening cock as you let out a whine of displeasure. Suddenly feeling empty and cold as you felt his cum begin to trickle out of your slick warmth and onto his lap beneath you.

“I’m gonna go clean her up,” Bakugou muttered, moving to shut off the stream.

“Same time next week, yeah?” Shindou added before he left as Bakugou looked to the side to see your face as you nodded shyly.

“Tch, yeah.” He grinned as he moved the mouse towards the red button, “Enjoy fucking your fists, losers.”

#bakugou smut #Shindou smut #Kirishima smut #Kaminari smut #bakugou x reader #Shindou x reader #mha smut #Bnha smut #Bnha x reader #mha x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #flashing lights

[tomurasprincess]

Deceptive (Shindou Yo x Reader)

Pairing: Shindou Yo x Reader Warnings: noncon, blackmail, stalking, manipulation, overstimulation, yandere Word Count: 2.5k Note: A yandere prompt getting away from me again? Perish the thought! At least I have a good reason for this one though, as it’s Shindou’s birthday. 

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You really hate Shindou Yo. You had decided this shortly after meeting him, in fact. He is cocky, a flirt who seems to think every woman he meets should throw themselves at his feet in adoration.

Even worse was the utter fakeness about him that you instantly saw through. His nice guy persona was just that, a persona. Something he put on to hide the true man underneath. You resent the fact that you’re the only one who seems to notice it, the only one who is wary around him.

Shindou knows it, too. His eyes turned calculating when you first met him, instantly sensing that you didn’t buy the act he put on. After that, he made it his mission to win you over, one way or the other. He followed you around to force you into talking to him, gave you expensive gifts, asked you out on dates.

But the more you refused him, the harder he pursued you, like a fly that refused to be swatted. You started trying to avoid him completely, but it was hard to avoid someone who works at the same hero agency as you do.

You suspect he was the one responsible for some of your usual patrols getting switched around so that you would be forced to pair up with him. And with him being a higher ranked hero than you are, you had no choice but to go along with it without complaint.

That led to your current situation, hiding out with Shindou in some abandoned warehouse while you wait for a meeting between several troublesome villains.

“We’ve been waiting for so long,” you sigh for what feels like the hundredth time. “I don’t think these villains are going to show.”

“So impatient, sweetheart,” he laughs. “Don’t worry, it will be worth our time.”

“I don’t even know why they have us waiting for these guys.” You roll your eyes. “They’re small fry, not anyone higher level pro heroes like us should be chasing down.”

Shindou smiles as if you just told a good joke. “Oh, that’s because you’re exactly right.”

You glance at him sharply. “What the hell do you mean?”

“You heard me. Those villains are being taken care of by interns in another location.”

Alarm bells begin to ring in your ears. “Then why are we waiting here,” you ask cautiously.

“You’ve been avoiding me the past few weeks.” He grins, and it’s not the fake smile of the cheerful nice guy that the media knows him as. It’s the true smile of Shindou Yo, the darkness peering through that you knew was there. “I don’t like to be ignored.”

“What the hell - you made this up to get me alone?” Your voice rises in anger as you glare at him, but he simply gives you his signature infuriating smirk.

“That is fucked up!” You abruptly stand up and move to leave. “I’m going to report this, and then I’ll never have to deal with you again.” Before you can take two steps away from him, you feel him grab your ankle and activate his quirk.

You let out a choked gasp, your knees buckling and collapsing at the strength of the vibrations coursing through your leg. Before you can hit the ground, Shindou catches you and forces you down face first onto the cold, dirty concrete floor. “Oh, that’s sure as hell not going to happen, sweetheart.”

“Let me go, you piece of shit,” you hiss as you kick your legs out to try and gain leverage. He simply presses himself harder against your back, holding you in place with sheer brute force. He is so much bigger than you are and he has you in an awkward position to fight back. You can’t even hope to use your quirk in this situation, and he must know that.

“You think I don’t notice how much you want me?” He grinds his hips into your ass, and you can already feel the considerable bulge in his hero suit. “You’re just playing hard to get.”

“No I’m not, you fucking creep,” you try to slam your head back into him to loosen his grasp, but he anticipates this and activates his quirk again.

The vibrations course through your whole body this time, causing a scream to rip out of you as you feel weakness overtake your body. You drop limply in his grasp, gasping in exertion.

He gives you a malicious chuckle. “Be a good girl and I’ll make you feel good.” As he says this, his hands run up and down your sides, caressing and stroking your skin through your clothes.  

He knots his fingers into your hair as he pulls your back into an arch so that he can plant hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck. You whimper and try to squirm away, but you only succeed in grinding your ass harder against Shindou’s erection, causing a groan to slip from his mouth.

“Fuck, just keep doing that.” You feel him lift himself off of you just enough to rip your hero suit right down the middle like it was nothing but paper. Before you can even move away, he lifts your hips up to put you fully on your hands and knees, head still pressed against the floor.

He works your clothes all the way off of you before slipping down your panties to expose your heated core. “God, you have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He reaches down to spread your lips open for him. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

You let out an embarrassed whine, your cheeks burning with shame as he looks at your bare pussy. You try to close your legs, only for him to force them back open with a chuckle. “So shy, baby~ You shouldn’t be so shy, you’re my perfect Angel.”

You hear a sudden buzzing behind you, and you try to lift your head up to see what he’s doing, only for him to grab your head and force it back down. “Or you will be once I get done with you,” he snickers darkly.

He strokes a single finger down the length of your folds, gathering your wetness on his finger and using it to stroke tight circles around your clit. “I knew you wanted this. You’re so fucking wet, and I haven’t even started.” He leans down to start kissing and licking down your back, forcing a shudder out of you.

“Please no, I don’t want this,” you whimper, as you try to get him to turn away from the path he’s decided to take. “Just stop and I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“You sound so fuckin’ cute when you beg,” he chuckled. “Makes me want to hear it more often.”

He activates his quirk with two fingers directly on your clit, and you let out a wanton moan at the feeling that only gets louder as the pulses get more intense. You gasp and try to buck away from the sudden intensity of it, but he refuses to let you move. You’re horrified to feel the pleasure building up inside of you, the realization that you’re going to cum so quickly from his fingers alone.

You struggle with yourself, trying to will yourself not to, but these thoughts fly from your head in favor of pure sensation as he slips two fingers inside of you suddenly. You gasp and tremble as your orgasm crests over you, walls clenching around his fingers.

“Oh, good fucking girl, cum all over my fingers,” he praises you as his fingers curl up against your walls and begin to vibrate against a spot inside of you that you’ve never even touched yourself. When he realizes that he found the right spot, he abuses it relentlessly, pressing his fingers hard against it as his other hand continues to stroke and vibrate against your clit.

You feel yourself rapidly coming undone again, the pressure inside of you building and building while you try and resist the sudden urge to pee. “Stop stop stop, it feels so weird,” you whine as you begin to squirm at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Yeah? Just let it happen, sweetheart,” he coos at you as he scrapes your walls at just the right angle. You squeal as you’re pushed over the edge, cunt clenching down as you feel fluids gushing out of you and onto Shindou’s arm and chest. Your head falls back as you pant and try to catch your breath.

“I - I’ve never,” you begin to say before you trail off mid sentence, unsure how to finish.

“So I was the first to make you squirt, huh?” He gives you a cocky smirk, obviously enjoying the fact that he forced you into it. “Fucking hell, that’s so hot.”

“Please, you’ve had your fun,” you whisper as a tear runs down your face. “Just let me go now.”

“I’ve had my fun?” His face looks incredulous. “I made you cum twice, once so hard that you squirted.  You mean to tell me you don’t think you should take care of me, too?” His voice sounds so reasonable, so genuinely questioning that you almost agree before you come to your senses.

“No! I don’t want this,” you protest loudly, “I don’t want any of this!”

“Well too fucking bad,” he growls. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you were a spoiled fucking princess.”

You hear his clothes rustling as he unzips his pants, and you shiver in a mixture of anticipation and fear. You’re still trembling from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, feeling wrung out and tired already and he’s not even inside of you.

You feel his cock prod at your entrance, and you shoot a quick glance behind you, this time with him allowing you to. You glance between his legs, and your eyes widen and your cunt clenches at the sight behind you.

Shindou is a big man, and it makes sense that his cock would be equally large. But you were not anticipating just how large. He’s both thick and long, with a prominent vein running all the way down his length that has you licking your lips.

He languidly pumps his cock in his fist as his smirk widens to see you openly staring. He gathers the precum leaking from the tip of his cock and uses it to stroke up and down his length. “Like what you see?”

“N-n no,” you whisper hotly, although your voice trembles at the denial. Despite everything, your skin feels like it’s on fire despite the coldness of the warehouse you’re in and your pussy is throbbing with the need to be filled.

“You’re such a terrible liar,” he laughs as he begins to push inside of you. Your cunt is dripping from your previous orgasms, but it’s still not enough to stop the burn of him stretching you out. Your walls tighten around his cock as it tries to force his cock back out.

You pant and moan as you feel him sliding inside of you inch by inch, the veins on his cock pressing against your slick walls and causing you to go insane with wanting more of him. You let out a loud whine when he finally bottoms out inside of you, barely stopping yourself from grinding back into him.

You don’t think you have ever felt this full, this stretched out. Until he begins to move. Your breathless gasps and moans fill the warehouse, along with the wet sounds of his balls smacking into your clit with every thrust.

“You take my cock so well, sweetheart.” He grabs hold of your hips to pull you back towards him in time with his thrusts, and you just know you’re going to be bruised once he’s done. You barely stop your whimper, and you feel rather than hear the rumble of his laughter.

“Oh, you like it when I praise you, huh?” This time you don’t stop your whimper at his words as you clench down around his length. “Of course you do, you’re such a good girl for me.”

Everything feels so good that your head feels like it’s spinning. You feel waves of pleasure building up to what feels like another powerful orgasm.

“Please, oh fuck,” you hiss under your breath.

“What was that, sweetheart? Speak up, I can’t hear you.” Shindou’s voice comes out cocky, and you know if you could see him he’d be wearing that infuriating smirk.

“Please, I need - “

He reaches around to stroke your clit gently, but not enough to give you any real friction. The need to cum is almost painful now. “Yeah? What do you need?”

You finally throw your shame out the window. “I need to cum! Please let me cum!”

“Say my name, sweetheart, and I’ll let you.”

“Please, Shindou - “

He tsks. “Not that name.” He puts a bit more pressure on your throbbing clit, barely activating his quirk before instantly deactivating it again.  

“Yo, please let me cum!” You let out a choked sob.

The sudden strong pulsing against your clit has you seeing stars, the waves of pleasure finally peaking as you come undone around his cock. Your fluttering walls has him groaning as he finds his own end, hot ropes of cum coating your insides. He stays inside of you until he fully empties himself inside of you before pulling out.

You suddenly hear the click of a shutter, and panic flows through you and turns your veins to ice. You sit up quickly to see him taking pictures of his cum sliding out of your cunt.

“What, I wanted something to remember this by,” he grins, that easy going grin that has everyone fooled. But then that grin turns darker, sharper. “And I also wanted something to keep you in line.”

Your heart drops into your stomach at his words as you realize the implications of what he’s saying.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart. You’re going to continue to work with me as my official sidekick. You’re going to do what I say, when I say it, or these pictures are going to end up everywhere.”

You tremble when you think about the damage those pictures could do to your reputation as a hero. You gently nod at his words.

“I want to hear you promise me.”

With tears sliding down your face, you say the damning words. “I promise, Yo.”

“Good, glad you agree! I think this is going to make a wonderful partnership.” He gives you a cheerful smile. “After all, we work so well together, don’t you think?”

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Tagging: @lady-bakuhoe, @thewheezingwyvern, @animewh0re, @dee-madwriter, @lildreamer93, @katsukisprincess, @yaoyorozuwrites, @redbeanteax, @kittygonyan, @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love, @daedaep69, @heyybrittannia, @mimikarasu, @groovydreamertrash, @hisoknen, @mrs-kirishima, @iwvs-on-ao3​

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[quirkfics]

tempt with bakugou & shindou? missed your writing lots! ☺️

Lemon warning!

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You are very busy when the door creaks open, a slash of yellow light falling across Shindou's thrown back head and exposed chest. You tense, moving slower and glancing up when he hums, his neck straightening up to stare at the doorway. Shindou laughs and you freeze, but before you can pull away his hand is curling around the back of your neck. He doesn't force you forward, just holds you in place, smirking when you send him a fierce glare. 

There's a single footstep, and then a sharp sss of a noise as someone sucks air between clenched teeth. Shindou grins, but all you can do is close your eyes, embarrassment and excitement flooding your veins in equal measure. 

"Aw, look at that! Tempted, aren't you?" Shindou goads, thumb stroking over your pulse. He's trying to get you to keep going, trying to get you to be louder, but you're not surprised. You're pretty sure you know who it is, and why Shindou dragged you here on purpose. 

"Come on," Shindou continues, interrupting an angry huff. The pressure of his hand keeps building on your neck. "We were just-" Shindou hums again, shaking his head and shooting you a fully fake apologetic smile. "Excuse me, I was just talking about you. Really helps set the mood, you know?" 

Warmth zings up your spine, your unwilling moan muffled by Shindou's dick in your mouth. 

"Fuck," is the only thing Bakugou says before his hands find you in the dark.

#quirk writes ficlets #katsuki bakugou x reader #yo shindou x reader #lemon #im on another long af drive so omg #im sorry for no read more!! #shindou x reader x bakugou

[alolowrites]

Mr. Seat Stealer

Summary: There’s an unspoken rule in college about seats—once it’s claimed, no other person can sit in it. Too bad Shindou doesn’t care when it comes to your seat. 

Author’s Note: Yeahhhhhhh, sorry for going off the radar. Wasn’t really in the mood to write :/ However I managed to get some motivation and get this story down so yay! Listen, we all have that unofficial “official” seat in college. Nothing is worse than seeing someone else sitting in your seat, and Shindou is a little shit who would be the type of person to do it lmao. Please enjoy!

Genre/Tropes: College AU

Word Count: 781

Every day, at precisely 2:35pm, you walk through the lecture doors with a light snack in one hand and your trusty reusable water bottle in the other. You make a right, then walk up to the row that holds your seat. It is neither too far that you’ll end up distracted nor too close in the professor’s awful spitting zone. As Miss Goldilocks once said, it is just right.

And you love your seat very much. You’ve loyally sat in it all semester long, so you’re stumped to find the obnoxious, no-good asshole named Shindou Yo sitting in your seat. He raises his head, shooting you a lazy grin.

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

“No.”

There’s an unspoken rule in college about seats—once it’s claimed, no other person can sit in it. Except Shindou disregards this sacred rule and lounges in your seat without a care in the world, twirling a blue pen absentmindedly. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Move, Shindou.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will,” he says, leaning back into the wooden chair. “I kinda like the view from here.”

Shindou’s eyes shamelessly run up and down your body, his grin stretching as you try to hide the flustered look on your face. You smack his bicep with your water bottle.

“I’m serious, move.” You ignore the sharp ‘Hey!’ and demand, “Why are you even sitting in my seat, anyway?”

“Let’s call it payback for yesterday.”

“Payback for yester—oh my god!” Yesterday’s events start hitting you like bricks, annoyance crossing your face. You grip the water bottle tighter and hiss, “Are you seriously still hung over about that?”

“Yup!” Shindou pops the last letter, pointing the pen at you. Oh, how you want to snatch it away from him and poke his eyes out. As if reading your mind, Shindou twirls the pen in between his fingers while staring at you, eager to push your buttons further. “You took my table. I take your seat.”

Your nose scrunches, completely irritated. “I got there first! Dining hall tables are fair game during dinner time. Not my fault you’re slow. Now move.”  

“Seats are fair game,” Shindou shrugs nonchalantly, a tiny smirk gracing his lips as he hits you with: “Not my fault you’re slow.”

“You petty bas—”

A random guy cuts you off from behind, gruffly asking you to move so he could pass through. The fury inside you erodes, and you cringe, mumbling an apology for blocking the row. You have no choice but to shrink into the seat beside Shindou, your eyes avoiding him. Once the coast is clear, you snap back.

“Seat Stealer!”

“Table Snatcher.”

Shindou chuckles as you groan into your hands. After a sharp inhale, you sit up and remain oddly calm. You won’t stoop to his level. Instead, you’ll grin and bear it for today’s lecture by sitting in this seat. It's not your seat, but a stranger’s seat.

You place the water bottle on the desk and stare forward. There’s nothing physically wrong with this seat; it’s the exact same one, just like the hundreds of chairs running throughout the lecture hall. But you can’t stay still as one finger anxiously taps on the wooden surface like a woodpecker. The view is off by an inch or two, and the light hits the board at a weird angle, throwing you off focus.

Everything is just wrong. So, so wrong.

The professor waddles toward the podium, adjusting his round glasses and pulling up today’s lecture slides. Only a few seconds left before class officially starts. Your toes curl and hands become clammy, the stress bubbling more and more until—

“Alright! You win!” you gasp, your eyes pleading with Shindou. “I’m sorry that I stole the table; I promise it won’t happen again, just give me my seat, please.”

“You really want it that bad, huh?”

“Yes!”

Shindou smirks. “Go out with me, and this baby is yours.”

“You’re so—”

“Good afternoon, class—”

“Okay, fine!”

You wait until Shindou gets up to slip into the seat. Relief washes down on your face the moment you sit, the whole universe perfectly balanced as it should be. Realization slowly sinks in after remembering one thing—you have a date with Shindou, the obnoxious, no-good asshole who somehow invades your mind twenty-five hours, eight days a week with that charming smile of his.

You sneak a quick peek at him. Shindou gives you a wink, looking all pleased with himself as though everything went according to plan. You roll your eyes, a faint smile tugging your lips. A date with Shindou wouldn’t be too bad. At least you won’t fight over for a table or seat, that’s for sure.

Thanks for reading!!

#shindou yo x reader #shindou x reader #shindo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #yo shindou x reader #college au

[linphd]

that is for my own self since now I’m a shindou stan (there was no in-between I went from not caring abt him to reading anything I can find) so yeah here it is

1 : ‘’Are you going to say it or not ?’’

-> Yo Shindou, gender neutral.

‘’Are you going to say it or not ?’’ Yo asked you, his eyebrows furrowed. He had noticed you had been staring at him, and as you were a student from U.A, he was quite unsure about what you could be thinking. ‘’... Your hero costume looks like a thot version of Froppy’s.’’ You finally said, very calmly. The boy blinked a few times, arching an eyebrow as he tried to comprehend what you had just said. ‘’Like... that frog girl from your class ?’’ He asked, and you nodded. Ketsubutsu and U.A had a training together, much to Aizawa’s dismay, but not much to yours. Actually, Yo had been a boy you had noticed since you passed your provisional license exam, and the fact that you ended up paired with him had made your day much better than it had started.

‘’I... well, the colors look the same. I guess so, then.’’ He only replied, taken aback by your words. ‘’Why do you even need to be this naked ?’’ You asked, arching an eyebrow as you kept walking to pursue your mission. ‘’Maybe it’s for my quirk, maybe it’s for people’s eyes. Whatever you think the right answer is !’’ The black-haired boy replied, winking at the end of his sentence when you looked at him. You simply shrugged and kept going on your mission. ‘’Why didn’t you say it earlier ? I was mad at you for at least 10 minutes because you were staring.’’ He said, following you. ‘’Didn’t you just say that costume was for people’s eyes ?’’ You asked, a smirk on your face. It managed to make him laugh.

‘’I think you’re still mad I touched you once with one of those balls at the exam.’’ He said. ‘’And I think you’re still mad I touched you twice.’’ You replied, mimicking his tone and even winking just like he had just done a few seconds prior. His mouth fell agape when he realized what you said, and started to burst into laughter. ‘’You’re really fun to hang out with, (L/N) !’’ He said, in-between laughters. ‘’Focus on our mission. I don’t wanna lose against Bakugou, again.’’ You reminded him. ‘’Oh, the guy with the explosions, right ?’’ The brunette asked, now serious. ‘’Yep. Why do you seem so upset ?’’ Shindou’s lips twitched a bit, helping you with something you were doing before replying. ‘’Is he your boyfriend ? Cause I heard he’s quite mad at everything and I don’t want to fight him only because I was paired with you.’’

Actually, he was lying. He was a big ass liar. He just liked you, and has been quite interested in you since you fought at the provisional license exam. He really liked how you fought, your looks and your sass. He was just sad that you could already be taken by someone else. You laughed at his words. ‘’What ? I’m not insane to be with Bakugou ! No, I’m single ! He just won an exercise over me last time and he keeps blabbering about it even nowadays.’’ You explained. It made Shinsou smile. ‘’So I can ask you for your number after that mission and offer you to hang out again ?’’ He asked, winking once again. ‘’Well, I’ve heard I’m quite fun to hang out with. So yeah, I guess so.’’ You replied, winking back at him.

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How does Shindou laugh? Hows he woo a girl? Is he one of the type to flirt openly until he legit likes someone and becomes a mess? Do you think hes afraid of anything? Does he dream? (Hopefully some of these help?)

Thank you for dropping this ask, love, it was really helpful and I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you’ll enjoy what I came up with!

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How does Shindou laugh?

His fake, pretty boy laugh is so perfect and infectious, you’d have a hard time not falling in love on the spot. Really musical, not too loud, but loud enough to make you feel all giddy and special if you just told a joke. The corner of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly in the most charming manner... Hardly goes overboard to the point where he fake wipes a tear away, but it happens when he really wants something from you.

His real laugh is also really cute and endearing... but more in the “aww you’re cackling like an old hag” way. That or he just wheezes. Kinda hates his laugh so that’s another reason why he fakes it most of the time. If you’re funny enough to break through his defenses and make him genuinely laugh in public he might just hate you for it. Expect a pouty, passive aggressive Shindou. It won’t last though, and it’d be the first step in him falling helplessly in love with you.

Hows does he woo someone?

He’s adorable

Always goes out of his way to help you with anything whether it’s homework, training, carrying groceries home...

He’s a bit of an ass with his flirting (see next question) but he’s also capable of saying some really heartfelt compliments that will brighten your day

If he’s in it for the kill he won’t just go with super vague things like “oh you’re so kind” and “you look really good”

Nah uh, he’ll notice how your nose crinkle when you laugh and tell you how cute it is before calling you “bunny”

He’ll bring up random stuff you do in a way to show you off to others like “did you know how great Y/N draws?” or “you picked up a stray on your way home? that’s so very you, always looking out for others”

He’d make you feel so very special

“What would I do without you Y/N?”

And then he’d act the same way with someone else to make you work for his undivided attention

So yeah... jealousy is another one of his weapons of choice

Also he looks really good

Come on look at him, are you wooed yet?

Is he one of the type to flirt openly until he legit likes someone and becomes a mess?

I already kinda answered this in a previous post, here it is:

Depending on the intensity of his feelings towards you it could go one of two ways:

Either he isn’t too far gone and then kinda plays dumb until you confess and then he smugly agrees to casual dating

Or he’s fallen hard. Like he came crashing down. In that case I can see him growing quite cold and kinda pushing you away. Poor buzzer boi is afraid of his feelings and doesn’t like letting go. Also in a way he wants to see if you’re gonna stick around despite his shitty personality. Maybe you’ve only fallen for the sweet and joyful side he presents to the world, a lie really. The real him is a manipulative asshole with a bad temper…

But that’s when he realises he actually likes you. Before that yes he’d flirt a LOT, but in a very ‘innocent’ way. He’d do everything he could to make you flustered but if you confronted him about it he’d give you a wide eyed look and go “uuhh? oh I didn’t mean it like that! I’m so sorry you took it the wrong way” (fake bish making it sound like it’s your fault oof). He’d also give you lots of mixed signals like:

“Wow you look amazing today!”

“Thank you Shin-”

“Look like a complete different person!”

“...do you mean I usually look terrible?”

“Aww don’t be like that.”

Or:

“Ever think how great we’d be together? That is, if we didn’t see each other as siblings of course hahaha!”

Is he afraid of anything?

Sooo as a grown man I’m not sure... I mean you’ve got the usual fear of failure, of being vulnerable etc... but other than tha-

Heartbreak. He’s afraid of love.

Cause he a control freeeaak

Also I don’t know why, and sorry this is kinda crackish, but I have this hc that as a little kid he was terrified of the washing machine. It was so loud and vibrated so hard it actually moved forward sometimes... Shindou saw it as some kind of monster and when he got his quirk he had a panic attack thinking he was turning into the washing machine.

Does he dream?

In general like about his future or during the night?

Well in general yes, pretty standard dreams. He wants to become a really famous hero, have lots of groupies, and even more money. Doesn’t really think about a potential partner and even less about a family. He’d really love to have a dog though.

And during the night well like everyone yes he does dream. But like most people he often doesn’t remember anything when he wakes up. He doesn’t care much for his dreams tbh. He doesn’t have a lot of nightmares but his dreams aren’t necessarily pleasant, they’re just... dreams.

Kinda...buzzes in his sleep though...

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