#Yandere Midoriya Izuku

[yanderenightmare]

Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere

gn reader

Thinking about being childhood friends with Izuku, who’s always had a bit of a crush on you. 

You’ve always known, but you’ve never humored it. He’s your friend – anything else would just be awkward. If you had to put it in any other term, you’d say he felt more like a little brother.

You wish he’d allowed the two of you to grow apart – as normal people do.

There wasn’t really any reason for the two of you to stay friends after middle school. His quirk suddenly manifested, and he got into UA – became a pro-hero – and then the symbol of peace. And you were still… kind of just doing your thing – studying, working, struggling to pay rent – struggling to keep a date…

The two of you never had much in common anyway, and you never really knew what to talk about with him anymore – only knowing to ask him how his mother was. After all, you grew out of your otaku phase a long while ago – and otherwise, you felt out-educated in any and every conversation the two of you had with each other. You swear talking to him makes you feel like a toddler learning your first words – it’s humiliating, and you don’t understand how any of it’s remotely stimulating for him, either.

Still, he’ll text you when he has the time, asking if you’d like to meet up at a café – talk, catch up – and you, not wanting to be rude, always accept.

You’d gone wide-eyed the first time you’d met him after middle school. Jeez Louise – he’d had to have grown twice his size – jacked and scarred to no end. It only got worse over the years. Now, adults – he must be twice your size. Bigger even.

You blush now when he flirts with you. But not so much for the reasons he wants.

Honestly, it’s more uncomfortable than it’s flattering. It was Izuku, after all – Deku – no matter how little he resembled the crybaby from your childhood – he’d always be that same nerdy loser friend who’d chased after you ever since you first met.

He might have grown up, but his crush on you hadn’t.

His doe-eyed look of longing and adoration had always made you feel a little awkward – a little sorry for him. And now that he’s become a man, it’s only become even more… desperate… a little pathetic, actually…

Bedroom eyes that make you laugh nervously, pretending to brush it off as a joke but really wishing he’d just give it a rest already. Surely, as a pro-hero and public figure, he could get a date? One of the many screaming fans that pine for him everywhere he drags that awful golden cape he has on his shoulders. And if not any of them, then maybe a model. A movie star even.

Why is he so hung up on you?

The funny thing is, you’d tried vying him of his crush by telling him about hook-up after hook-up, boyfriend after boyfriend – treating him like a girlfriend you could gossip with.

But it’s almost like he takes it as a challenge – talking and helping you through your relationships, giving his input and advice – just like a real friend would… only… always implementing something… something condescending, something suggestive, something saying you ought to be with him instead – he’d never treat you like that, he’d never do you wrong, you’d be taking good care of with him.

You’d made the mistake of saying you were struggling with a class at university – just to make conversation – just to talk about something trivial. But of course, he’d seen it as an opportunity – quick to offer his help, saying he’d taken that class as an extracurricular – just for a bit of fun, he’d said, light reading material he’d done on the side of his internship.

You don’t know why it’s so hard to tell him no.

Suppose it’s the possibility of being wrong – the guilt of thinking he has impure intentions when he’s supposedly the purest person in the world.

But you should have trusted your instincts.

“Please, Izuku-” You’d immediately restored to begging. Who wouldn’t? He’s a two-meter-tall monster of a man – jacked with muscles fatter than a bear.

Your phone’s been missing since you came back from the bathroom – your lips wet with his unwanted kisses – your neck sore from having his fist wrapped around it when you tried stopping him.

You’d only managed to break free after biting – blood salty in your mouth. You nearly vomited, choking on a mix of bile and fear.

Fuck – your legs are so weak, you might just buckle from the dread alone – feeling like a bunny snagged on fox teeth.

“You used to take me when we’d play wrestle... you remember?”

The comment is pulled out of nowhere.

He stalks you, a fond look on his face as though the two of you were reminiscing good old times. As though his eyes weren’t a nocturnal green like foxfire on the fen. As though he wasn’t radiating black whip – ready to snare you.

“Think you can take me now?”

You had your hands raised apprehensively – but the hopelessness took its toll and made your entire body shake on the spot.

Your only hope was to talk him out of it. If only you could think past the fear and string a sentence together that wasn’t along the lines of “Please-”

But something about that look on his face told you he wouldn’t listen to reason anymore. Not manic, not like a person who’d finally snapped – but controlled – resolute – and playful even. Nothing like you’d ever seen. Nothing you could understand.

“What’s wrong, hm?” He smiles, head tipped in that charming way that used to make you want to pinch his cheek. Now it just makes you sick to look at – swallowing thickly as you tack another step back away from it. “I’ll go easy – so don’t worry… I know it's not exactly a fair fight anymore…”

Your better judgment failed you – fight-or-flight kicked in, and you made a break for it. 

Budging into the couch on your way, it’s a messy scramble for the door – but you manage. Feeling feverish with dread and pumped full of adrenaline, you brush the cold handle with just your fingertips before something wraps around your midriff in a snug grip – pulling you back into the living room.

You’re lifted from the ground, kicking – now screaming – flailing in the air before you’re flipped on your back against the couch.

“Don’t be like that~” He murmurs. “Always so wishy-washy~” Voice in a low purr that makes you feel like coughing up your heart – squirming beneath him and his heavy hands as they paw your thighs – manhandling you like nothing you’d ever imagine him to do.

Raking his fingers through the dough before squeezing your ass greedily – kneading his fat crotch against the thin fabric protecting your sex. 

“Complaining about all your weak-dicked boyfriends as if begging me to come fuck you myself – yet such a flighty little slut when it comes down to it.” He sneers, and blackwhip tightens some around your limbs. “Let me help you out.”

One hand tugs your underwear until it rips, whilst the other hand pulls up to grab your face – squeezing your cheeks to keep you still when forcing his kisses on you.

“After all… what are friends for?”

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[temptacioun]

yandere!izuku with a soft little darling that’s still a virgin. he’s got them tied up on his bed in pretty pink lace and they just look so good he can’t control himself. hands kneading the fat of their legs and pushing their thighs together to slot his cock in between.

“don’t worry, my love. i won’t ruin your innocence, not yet. but i need some relieve. you’ll let me have this, right?” and they have no choice but to feel him fucking their thighs and spilling all over their stomach.

[zentraex]

Remember: German grammar is a lot different then English grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: death, murder, yandere, slight mention of: masturbation, stalking

Pairings: Yandere! Deku x f! Reader

Hero?

Love knows no limits. 

Is that really the case?

Are his haunting gazes, footsteps, thoughts normal? Is he really normal?

You can't help your feelings.

So... Is it okay as long as he does it out of love? 

Are his photo collections, notebooks and his shrine, okay? Is it really, okay?

You should not be ashamed of your feelings.

Reader...

Greedy nose in her underwear, love-soaked gaze fixed at the photos, eager hand in his pants. 

How many times does one look at her make him hard? 

I love you....

He would do anything for her. 

His childhood dream of becoming a hero? To save people with a smile?

Forget everything. Erase it!

For her, he becomes a villain. Kills anyone who does anything to her, talks to her, or looks at her the wrong way, with the widest smile on his face. Merciless, even finds joy in it. 

He can't remember when he laughed as loudly as he does now. 

This bastard...

He was her best friend, had a crush on her. Always put himself between the two, he warned her about him. 

Poor darling, didn't know anything about it. 

It's not her fault. Never her fault. 

Love knows no limits. 

That's why he disposes of this plague for her. 

You can't help your feelings.

That's why it's okay for him to feel bloodlust.

You should not be ashamed of your feelings.

That's why his eyes are big with joy, his mouth contorted to a grin. 

That's why he stabs. 

Again

And again

And again

Until you can't recognize him anymore. Until you can't call him human anymore. Until you can only call it a pile full of pieces of meat. 

That's why he exhales in satisfaction, in the bloodbath.

And laughs. Louder than ever in his life. 

[lazywriters-blog]

THE DESPERATE HERO

YANDERE IZUKU MIDORIYA

Warning: May contain triggering content, sexual assault, non-consensual touching, creepy and stalkerish behavior, and yandere content.

Summary: She has been a fickle little friend, and her avoidant nature leads up to a disastrous position, and her best friend is the center of it all. Grown into a man, a focused and determined young man that meets with his distant friend who will avoid him at any cost. What shall occur?

"Hey, I stopped by to see you again, are you home?" three taps on the door and her shoulder flinch up, blood-shoot eyes swift to steady on the voice behind the main entrance, menacingly dark and unwelcoming, "I want to talk to you, please don't ignore me." he pleaded, another series of knocks chimed throughout her space and tensed up the peace. Then, it began. The phone calls.

The device illuminated with life in the clutches of her hand, stiff and unrelenting against the soft metal that buzzed silently, she peered down and without a thought, pressed her finger on the power button and brought the screen into darkness. Lifeless and still.

"You don't even pick up your phone, how am I supposed to talk to you? Please just let's sit down and speak, I'm sorry for what I did the night before." he continued, "I wasn't thinking straight." He had leaned closer to the door, kept his hand on the handle, and tried to listen in to her movements she's sure. "You don't have to isolate yourself, there are people who care about you, please let me help you."

The peacekeeper talk had crawled under her skin, the times he uses it to bring about change that would benefit him, and keep her aware of her every wrongdoing. Her bad habit of pushing people out of her life had become a prominent obstacle in his way, and he had his chances.

She knew she should have kept away from him the moment he held her hand, but best friends always do, so she never said anything about it.

She really should have pulled her hand back when he blushed and flashed her a shy smile, gently combing through his green hair and leaving no space between them. She was wrong in not doing anything.

"I... Know you were avoiding me since the time we held hands, you were cutting me out of your life and I didn't want that! I want to be your friend forever, I want to help you, please let me in." his voice held no motive other than to convince her she was the one who was overreacting. Somehow, his kiss was a friendly gesture, and she'd never believe that the innocent izuku had put his lips on hers, he just didn't seem the most courageous. When it came to her, at least.

"That one time, I called out your name, you almost pretended that you didn't hear me and walked into the bathroom, that was mean of you but I'm not mad, I get it, I'm somewhat clingy, and I'll try my best not to be. So, please open the door."

She would rather risk their friendship than feel the immense discomfort of being observed under his gaze, but confrontation seems impossible once she steps out and into the wide big world, he'd find her during his duty and she would have to sprint back home in a sweaty mess. Barely managing to dodge him all while.

Her eyes locked onto the handle and saw it shift, she knew his patience was cracking and she'd be one to piece them back for the sake of harmony.

He never liked her pushing him out of her life. All too many times, that seemed to be the case for her, and to get him off her back she would get to be the peacekeeper.

"Please let me inside your life. I want to be a part of it, even if a little. I want to be by your side."

The hopelessness in his voice made her reconsider, made her sympathetic for a moment, and provoked her to get onto her feet and move toward the only thing blocking him out. The one thing she's hesitant to unseal.

Resting her hand on the wood, she bends to look into the peak hole. Standing near, he's drawing in breath quicker, and the tears pooled in his eyes made her will weaker and the desire to let him in stronger. But she knows better.

"Please, I can't live without you. Let me in..." he inhaled a choked sob, "I love you... I love you so much, it hurts."

"You know, I think you're cool... Cooler than me, at least." she laughed, chugging down her last portion of vanilla tea, and looked at the astonished man with smiling eyes. His freckled cheeks vaguely appeared red before the fluorescent lights, his mug in his hands held tighter while he gulped.

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you," he replied, fondly staring at his beverage. Before lifting his gaze back up to see her walk into the kitchen, he kept his glass down and suddenly stood up. Followed in her trail and ended up behind her as she was calmly washing her cup.

Izuku didn't know where he found the intrepidity to finally wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin in the crook of her neck, something he's been wanting to do forever. She didn't seem all that stunned at first, she kept still and slowly turned around to face him. An unanswered question lingered in her head, her eyes questioning his abrupt change.

"I love you... so much..." he starts, staring into her and steadying his grip, the distance between them was little and he's never felt his heart racing so fast, he forgets what he set out to complete.

"I figured that much." she giggled but it wasn't her usual teasing one, this one had a sad tone, "I knew this was coming and I still wasn't prepared for it." she carried on, "I'm not ready to commit to a relationship, I'm far too avoidant for it. Plus, I'll only hurt you and that's what I've done so far so, I'm sorry to deny your feelings but, I can't do it."

She gently attempts to shake him off, but he doesn't let her and quickly stumbles to give a reason, "No! no, you are not, you've never hurt me and you and I know each other better than anyone else, I want to be a part of your life so please don't push me out after so long. We can try, can't we?" He brings her back close, sealing the gap so much so their nose touches.

"I know you better and no matter how much you try to cut me out, I'll keep coming back for you, I love you that much. I can't imagine being without you."

"No, we both know it's only going to hurt us so let's not get ahead of ourselves and stop, you have a life better worth spending on someone else, you know it, so let me go izuku," she argued and forcibly made her way out of his embrace.

"I want to spend it with you!!" he yells, in a frenzy corners her into a kitchen counter and the electronics fall out of place while the clean cup she had set down drops to the floor and into a handful of chunks. She looks at him and she's taken aback by the strength he used on her, laid down in an awkward position she whimpers and pushes her hand against his chest.

"I don't want to." she hisses, catching the man off-guard as he goes quiet with the realization. Hurt displayed in his leafy green eyes, she knew she hit a nerve.

"You can't cut me out of your life again, I won't let you..." it was sudden and raw, anger twisting his features into a person she's rarely seen, and the kiss had barely registered in her mind while she contemplates the unexpected change in the tides.

His scarred hand lowered down to her hip, while her futile attempts at throwing him off her seemed impossible. Suffocated by the kiss, she squirms in misery feeling his lips press down on hers and his body radiating heat that made it so much more unbearable.

She snakes her hand to claw into his arm but it didn't induce an expected reaction of pain, instead, he moaned, and took it as a sign to continue.

Certain the moment he leans back and disconnects their kiss, she'll scream.

He didn't want that.

Cupping her face, he muffles whatever struggling noise she makes, he sadly stares down at her face and gives her a reassuring smile, his right hand moving down to her warm spot, before slowly feeling her long skirt, and revealing the color of her panties.

"I promise I'll take care of you..." he whispers, snuggling closer to her body heat and caging her underneath him.

He seemed to blush with glee, while he unbuttons her green shirt and fests his eyes on the black bra perfectly fitting her chest, he slightly trembles as he traces his hand against her collarbone. His ear redden, and his stiff muscle loosened.

He chuckles, tears gathered in his eyes while he slopes his head down, "I love you... I love you so much, it almost hurts." he mutters against her skin, then looked up at her. "I want to be someone special to you."

"I just want you..."

The doorbell rings, piercing the stagnant air as izuku quickly drags his attention to the unwanted visitor, his hold on her face grew tight. This was her chance, but her silenced words could only be heard by izuku.

"Pizza delivery." shouted a monotone voice.

"Hello, ma'am?" he repeated four knocks. "I'll leave the pizza by the porch." he finished once no response came from anyone, and soon, she was left alone with him.

But the slight deviation was what she needed.

Grabbing the steel pencil holder, she banged it on his head and used her leg to give him one final shove to get him off her, immediately after making a mad dash to her room and closing the door in time. Not stopping there, she ran to her bathroom and locked herself in for what seemed like a day before he decided to leave.

Not after slamming into the door once or twice.

She remembers coming out of there, scared inside her own house while she checks every room and every hidden place to see if he had truly left, she locked herself in her house and hasn't decided to leave until he showed up again.

If he wanted to, he could burst through the door and get to her. But for however long it takes, she will not let him enter her life again.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Izuku and Kirishima with male darling who has a reptile quirk

Warnings: yandere behavior, brief talk about ruts and sex and stockholm syndrome.

A/N: this was requested but this person got deactivated. Hope you enjoy :]

Deku / Izuku Midoriya:

Midoryia loves your quirk. He honestly thinks it’s so cool and asks a bunch of questions regarding your behavior; such as if you have a special diet, how you do in the winter, do you shed or have allergies to certain foods, what soap works for your sensitive skin, etc.

While he has notes upon notes about your quirk and preferred things, you always find ways to surprise him, especially with your hissing and sharp fangs. He finds them very pretty whenever you smile.

He’s more aware of your tail, considering that he may trip on it or accidentally step on it. He may unintentionally play with it during cuddling sessions, massaging the scales and making sure to be gentle as he feels it curl around him; it never fails to make him happy.

Izuku has a bunch of questions, especially about your habits and how you do things in certain seasons. He’s pretty straightforward and asks if you go into ruts or shed regularly. At best, he might come home with a bunch of raw meat or food palates. While his main thing is to never insult you, he may do dumb things because of the internet.

He loves to massage your body, especially with the places that have scales that blend into your skin. He loves how different they are from his scarred skin, always rubbing his face and trying to kiss them.

Izuku is pretty adamant about helping you during your shedding. Every time it rolls around, Midoryia makes sure to get a bath ready for you every day, carefully placing you in the water as he gently scrubs your scales to loosen the skin. He also orders a bunch of soaps that are non-scented and easy to work with.

It's expected that in the winter or harsh temperatures, you might have a harder time and may feel fatigued or get colder easier, resulting in you bundling all the blankets on the bed for warmth. With this said, Izuku is more than happy to cuddle you under the blankets, not minding one bit if you attach to him like a leech for warmth.

He also makes sure to remind you to wear the appropriate clothes during the colder days; specifically buying you clothes that fit to your taste. And he will have it personally made, going as far to get you spicy outfits or cut a hole in the back of the outfits so your tail can fit comfortably.

Red Riot / Ejiro Kirishima:

Ejiro finds your quirk pretty interesting and neat. He never fails to compliment you every morning and minute of the day; often kissing your scales while giggling at your smile.

Much like Izuku, he's pretty adamant about asking questions about your quirk and preferred things – sometimes going as far as asking personal questions. While he means no harm, he wants to know everything and how to help in case of... issues

Shedding is an uncomfortable experience. If you wake up with cracked and irritated skin, Kirishima tries to help by sitting outside the tub with you in it while praising you; making sure to touch your tail and scales with such gentleness despite his size and strength.

With Summer and Winter being harsh, Kirishima often moisturizes your scales, promising to wrap you up in a blanket to make sure you stay warm.

Kirishima is known for being extra cuddly, especially after sex. And with your differences in body temperatures, he loves clinging onto you as his hands caress your scales, pulling you closer to his chest as he preps your face with many kisses and fake nibbles.

Your tail is like a plushie to him. Regardless of the time or place, even if it's public eyes, Kirishima is always grabbing it and rubbing his fingers along your bumpy surfaces as Denki does to Ojiro. It's much of a stress toy with him and regarding that, it's likely made of muscle, he sometimes likes to try to take bites of it to see your reactions.

With your sharp fangs and nails, he would love for you to bite him or mark him in some way. Glady showing off the scars to others. He gets excited when he sees them and will 100% ask you to mark him as he’d love to do the same back to you.

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[envillenx]

He just wants to keep you safe

Edit: I forgot his freckles 💀

[aleatory-eyes]

Tw: yandere and delusional. Abuse of power.

Drabble: unreciprocated

Yandere Deku getting obsessed with his cute secretary. But that's not even half the problem.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

Yandere deku x secretary reader

He is convinced that everything you do has a secret meaning behind it. He believes that (just like himself) you're hiding your real feelings: that you love him.

As usual, you hand him the document about the last mission. Your fingers brushed the hero's by accident. Regardless of your intention, in his eyes you, in a subtle way, were seeking for more physical contact.

Unable to resist he says with a smile (or is it a smirk?) "You don't need to be so shy sweetheart..." taking a hold at your wrists, keeping you close.

Staring deep into your soul, he presumes to know the 'real meaning' and doesn't wait a second before confessing it to you. "I feel the same as you do. There's no need to keep hiding. I love you too " you could feel his breath as he spoke, being frozen in place.

His face is getting dangerously close to yours.

But like a thirsty man in the desert running towards a mirage, trying desperately to reach the heavenly oasis.

could you blame him for falling in delusion?

When for you ... he is capable of twisting reality itself.

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[bewareblaire]

Secrets: Yan. Midoriya Izuku x Reader

a/n: i’m dumping all of this gradually, hopefully i get through them all and manage to write some more. not specifically for bnha, maybe for other fandoms.

cw: stalking, obsessive behaviour, delusions, suggestive content.

The man found it peaceful, relaxing even; sitting outside their apartment window. He yearned to be closer. To be enveloped by their holy being. All he could do was observe. Watch them move about in their sanctuary. It made his heart clench with a hammering thud. They were such a tease— leaving nothing to the imagination. They had come from their bathroom, fresh out of the shower. They always loved to tease him- leaving nothing for Midoriya to imagine as they changed in their room. He didn’t hesitate to take photos, with the intention of adding them to his collection. He only hated that he couldn’t touch them. Oh, but this was more than enough for him! He couldn’t get greedy- as much as he craved to.

His eyes trailed across their body, soaking in their presence. They were absolutely divine! Everything about them was perfect: and although he didn’t deserve them- no one did- they loved him. They picked him! Midoriya squirmed in his spot, leaning forward ever so slightly. They were so kind and considerate- so beautiful in every way.

He could only wish to watch the water cascade down their body, their hands dragging up and down their body. The thought of himself in the shower with them, with the opportunity to see their gorgeous figure for himself. Taking away the burden of washing themselves. But he took what they gave him. Midoriya chastised himself: Oh- they were so gracious and charitable. He was being bratty, wanting more and more from them. But he couldn’t help it. He craved their touch, their love. Midoriya held himself back- this was their little secret, after all. How mad would they be if he gave it all away? He didn’t want them angry with him.

Midoriya wondered how long they were going to play this game. Leaving out items for him- keepsakes, gifts! Wearing those shorts to show off their delicious thighs for him and all the other filth to see. (It had made him jealous, but he knew they were doing it on purpose. Such a sneak.) The way they tucked their hair behind their ear, coaxing him to just run his fingers through their hair even when they both knew he couldn’t. Their small acts of service and secret messages made his chest explode with euphoria. They love him. No matter how many times they showed him, he couldn’t believe it. 

He loves them, and they loves him. A lovesick smile plastered over Midoriya’s face as he slowly cracked the window open. He didn’t deserve them. They were so thoughtful! Leaving the window unlocked for him to come in. He was quiet as a mouse, careful not to wake his beloved up. Midoriya didn’t want to alert their family members! No, no, that’d give away their little secret. It gave him a rush of adrenaline, the feeling of taboo. It was naughty- sneaking into their room. They were so sweet, so caring… So pretty… Midoriya thought as he stopped at their bedside.

They looked so peaceful while sleeping. Midoriya fought the urge to curl up next to them, although he allowed his hand to reach out to tuck a piece of hair behind their ear. He pulled out his camera, careful to not wake his beloved. It wasn’t often they left her window unlocked, so he savoured any chance he had. Midoriya took a plethora of photos before beginning to explore their room. He knew where everything was- it wasn’t the first time he’s gone into their room!

Midoriya treated it like a museum, looking around and soaking in everything. He didn’t mind the slight mess- it allowed him to sneak something without much detection. This time it was a hair tie- he had a few on his shrine back home. The small pieces of hair knotted into it made his heart skip. He’d wear this one instead of the others- this one was different from the others. Their hair was on it! The green-haired male headed towards their dresser, slowly pulling out a drawer. Midoriya smiled, scanning the contents before plucking out a shirt. He shut it, glancing back towards his darling. They were still fast asleep, unaware of his actions overflowing with greed. Oh, but they wouldn’t mind it! Midoriya pulled the shirt up to his face, inhaling their scent before shakily exhaling. A shiver shot down his spine, his shoulders trembling. It was intoxicating.

He had another shirt of theirs hung up for his shrine. Midoriya used to have it as a pillowcase, but as their smell faded, he decided to keep it and add it to his growing appreciation station. He knew he had to leave soon- he had to sleep and start his day. Midoriya didn’t want to neglect his health, not when he had the goal of becoming the Number One Hero to protect his darling! He crept out the window, planning on finishing his entry when he got home. 

Perhaps one day, it won’t be a secret.

[yandere-imagines-reqs-etc]

How are you ?

Can you do yandere izuku x bully reader headcanons, please ?

Also can you make it where izuku and bully reader are in u.a and in the same class together

Izuku x Bully! gn! s/o Headcanons

Type: Request | Headcanons

TW: Gatekeeping, Bully, Mentions of violence, yandere behavior, yandere character, Manipulative character.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! 😓 I have been so out of myself, and also I was having a lack of imagination, but I'm getting over it! I hope you like this hcs. Maybe I would do a part 2 'cause I had a lot of ideas for this request! Thank for your patience. Luv you! 🥰

• Since Izuku has experience with bullying (cofcof Bakugo cofcof) Ig he would be prompt to develop some kind of delusion when it comes to his s/o.

• If the bullying from is s/o is more physical than verbal he can perceive it like some kind of affection.

• Maybe is darling doesn't know how to demonstrate their love so they end up hitting him with a notebook or being way to rough during training.

• He enjoys it anyways, because he loves having your hands on him.

• If it's verbal he would hear your words but understand a way different thing  "I hate you = I love you" "you should give up trying to be a hero = I hope you became the #1"

• At one point his s/o would get tired of him (the lack of reaction always detract bullies, they just want attention) and will focus on someone else to pick on.

• And that's when our Yan Izuku snaps, why did you stop punching him? Don't you love him anymore? What does that other person has that he doesn't?.

• He would find your new "victim" as his rival for your love and attention.

• It can end in two ways: he end that other person life or he finds the way to get all of your attention again.

• He would try to bump on you in the school corridors so you can yell at him for being and idiot, would talk back and start a fight just to feel your touch (probably won't fight back to much since he doesn't want to hurt you).

• Since both of you are in the same class he would try to sit somewhere he can have a good view of his darling.

• I don't think he would kidnap his s/o because they have a quirk to (that's up to you) and they can easily scape.

• But I think he would keep his crush until he finds a way to get on their good side.

• When his s/o over the bully phase he would tell them that he would forgive everything under one condition, they have to become his partner, like a sidekick.

• If they agree that would be a good excuse to keep them close and get to know them better.

• So when you two became professional heroes he would try to portrait the image of partners to lovers, he would try to make the press believe that something is going on between the #1 hero and his loyal partner.

• The public will love to see you two together.

• He would try to meet their friends and family and convince everyone that he is such a good person, especially his s/o parents.

• That way when he asks his darling to start a relationship nobody would be opposed to it. The whole country would love to see the top 2 pro-heros together. And even your parents would try to convince you to accept him, after all he is the #1 hero.

[pansexualkiba]

in case anyones wondering what the fuck is happening with mutual yandere tododeku, deku isn't killing people. he's more swung into the stalking aspect of it, you know, cataloguing absolutely everything there is to know about todoroki, bugging his place, stealing his blood samples, creepshots that take up a full closet wall, that sort of thing. todoroki meanwhile is all about obsession, but also he has this thing where he just sorta went on heroogle, typed in "how best to ensnare man if male", and is just doing a bunch of black magic rituals to ensure midoriya's heart (mainly because i think he would say "I refuse to be the other woman." apropos of nothing and not care to elaborate). most important is that bakugou is literally the only person to realize these bitches are crazy. because he ALSO stalked them. nosy bitch.

[yanderenightmare]

Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, dubcon, captive darling, abuse of power, coercion, deepthroating, penetration v, threesome, degradation

fem reader

Thinking of pro-heroes Dynamight and Deku finally capturing the villain they’ve long been seeking, only to offer her a get-out-of-jail-free card if she gives them a little something in return…

You’re on your knees between them.

“Aww, now that’s a pretty sight~ ain’t it, Deku?”

“Agree, Kachan~ who’d've known the little felon could be so sweet~”

It’s but a small favor in regard to what they’re giving you in exchange. Suck their cocks, and you go free. You’ve done worse for less before. Being a criminal has never come without costs.

Still… the whole thing is so embarrassing. Mouth wide open with their leaky cockheads hugging for space inside it. They’re way too big to both have room, but they don’t seem all that concerned by it.

“C’mere,” The blonde groans, taking your head for himself – angling your plump lips back and forth on his shaft, sucking his teeth as you suckle on the fat veins found there. “That’s it, street scum- earn that freedom…”

Another weighty palm drapes your head, and you’re steered over to the other throbbing member. He nudges his tip inside your mouth and has the plush head fuck the pocket of your cheek, eerily smiling down at the sight. “Street scum is a bit harsh, isn’t it? I mean, look at that face~” He purrs, petting the abused cheek he was bulging.

Your hair is pulled in the other direction again, and you pop off the one in your mouth only to be invaded by the other again – this time deeper – and deeper again. He uses both hands to hold you down. 

“Still only useful for one thing-” He growls, and you gag, spit bubbles frothing around the shaft as your throat tightens up.

When he lets go, you jerk back with a cough – both your palms splayed flat on the ground, spluttering with hiccups, spit drooping down your chin while sipping sharp breaths that burn in your lungs.

“Aw- where’d all that confidence go, hm?” His hand tangles back in your hair and angles your face up again – now riddled with pretty deep-throat tears. Lips bloated and shivering with short shuddering inhales and exhales.

“’Think the poor thing bit off a little more than she could swallow…” The other man muses, grabbing your jaw and angling you his way again, pushing his slicken cockhead passed your lips. 

He drives just as deep as the former one did, aided by all four of their hands pushing you down until your nose pressed into the stiff muscles of his pelvis, buried in the ticklish green curls there – feeling his cock bend down the gorge of your throat. It does an excited jump each time you gag.

He pulls out slowly – but not all the way – looking down at you as you suck in breaths around the chub of his grith.

“We can always test ‘nother of yer’ holes if it gets too much for yah?” The blonde husks, tapping the weight of himself against your forehead, resting his balls in your hair.

“Don’t patronize her- I think a hardened criminal can handle this much...” The one taking space in your mouth says – beginning to slide himself all the way back down again, hitting your uvula like a punching bag with his balls slapping wetly against the slobber on your chin.

Your hands brace themselves against the stiff muscles on his thighs, feeling them flex through the spandex of his tight uniform. You close your eyes, squeezing them tight as he bores down your jugular again. Spluttering up spit and taking desperate breaths once you’re released.

You’re not given much time before another fist finds your hair again – though this time, your own hands come up to protect you – keeping yourself at arms-length by bracing against the oncoming hips.

“Wah-wait- break- just-” You blub, and the cock slides up your face instead, tapping its hefty weight against your cheek and temple.

“Hm, maybe you were right, Kachan. Maybe I was overestimating her…” The green-haired one mused, his voice sounding suggestive – followed by a soft scoff from the one resting his cock on your face.

“Okay then, up we go, lil’ crook-” He leaned down and grabbed you by the arm, lifting you from the floor. “Wouldn’t wanna make yah pass out, after all...”

He spun you around so your ass was pressed against his crotch, making you rest palms-first against the other man’s swole chest – standing tightly between them while the blonde behind you balled your dress up around your waist.

“No, wait- you’ll still let me go, right?” You stutter, reeling from the feel of his fat shaft, wet with your drool where it slid up between your crack while he softly humped his hips into your rear.

The one in front took your chin. “Oh- don’t worry~ let us have our fun, and we promise no prison.”

The cock is tapped on your asscheek whilst its owner places wet hot kisses up your neck. “Still up for it, hm?” He gruffs hotly at your ear, holding you steady by the hip whilst stroking himself in the other.

You bite your lips, brows doing little tremoring motions as you quickly try and mull it over in your head. Ending up with giving them a little nod.

He bites your earlobe with a rusty chuckle. “That’s a smart cookie.” Ushering you up to stand atop the other man’s shoes, making you just the right height for him to send his shaft down the cleft of your butt. Sliding it in between your thighs, rubbing himself against the puff of your cunt through the lacy silk of your panties.

He’s kind enough to get you a little warmed up first before peeling them aside and lightly slapping his manhood up against the slit. But the way you gasp is just way too cute for him to hold back – making him run his fat cockhead through your lips, back and forth to slick you up, rubbing over your clit – forcing an involuntary buck of your hips. 

He hums at the movement, finding your hole and kissing it with his tip, groaning out a “Yer’ way too pretty for prison…” against your ear – playing with your entrance without pushing in just yet, giving the ill-prepped thing a warning of what to handle. “Poor doll would be everyone’s favorite lil’ jailbird.”

You croon with a whimper when he splits you open, even as he does so slowly – and the other guy takes the opportunity to catch your mouth with his. 

“Wouldn’t stand a chance against the other inmates…” He moans, sliding his hand from your chin to your neck, holding it just tight enough to encourage you to keep your head up – as he slips his own thickness between the doughy fat of your inner thighs, rubbing over your clit on its way.

It makes you ache around the member bottoming out inside you. “Not to mention the guards…” He continued. “They’d all have a ball with fresh ‘n’ tight meat like you.” 

You moan into the mouth in front of you, panting on his lips when he speaks. “It would be too cruel of us to send you to a place like that…”

“Despite it bein’ where all you wrongdoers belong.” The hands placed on your hips keep you planted as he pulls out and lolls forward again.

Your thighs shudder from the feel of it, squeezing the one caught between them tightly. “Poor thing would get passed around from morning to lights out.” His words pour into your mouth where it gapes open – feeling his ridges and veins catch your clit – making your lower belly coil like an adder – clawing your nails into his chest in order to pursue it.

“Tied to the bars of yer’ cell for everyone to have a go.” The one behind grunted, kneading himself into your womb – fucking you deep and slow enough to feel you flutter on his length. “We’ll be a lot nicer with yah.”

 “Promise, sweet thing.” The one in front chuckles when you cum – shaking on both their cocks – weak in their hands – resting your sweet face against his chest with blank eyes glossed over from pleasure.

You’re not going to prison, but you’ll soon find out if you agree that staying locked up in their house as their personal pet is much different or better…

[temptacioun]

yandere ! izuku midoriya

pt1?

“oh, bunny.”

his voice rings like poison in your ears ; so sickeningly sweet when he coos that damn pet name. he’s disappointed, you're aware. of what, you're not quite sure — it could be the fact that you’re hiding from him when you should’ve been greeting him at the door. throwing your arms around his shoulders and peppering his face in sweet kisses. but not today.

“you know i’ll find you, right? there’s no point in hiding.” you know that, but that doesn’t stop you from trying.

you could hear the heavy thud of his footsteps outside the door, the key inside the lock a pathetic attempt to stop him for even just a second. when both of you knew he could easily bust down that door without a struggle.

you’re cowering in the closet, legs pulled to your chest with an arm wrapped around your knees — fingers clutching a kitchen knife. your other hand was folded over your lips to stifle your breathing and quieten those cries that spilled uncontrollably.

you could hear the doorknob wriggling, a groan of frustration before his fist thumps against the door and the sound alone makes you flinch. “if you be a good girl and come out now,” he rasps, and drags his nails along the wood. “it won’t hurt too much.”

that's a lie, and you know it. izuku doesn’t even have to get rough for it to hurt ; though rationally thinking you knew it would be better to give up and try to lessen the intensity of his punishment. but the nervous pitter-patter of your heart held you back, cowering in the corner of the closet.

it’s silent then, for what seems like an eternity before you could hear the door break and the wood crack under his strength — just like you thought he would. his steps are methodical, easily bringing him over to the closet within seconds and he nearly rips the doors from the hinges.

you can’t even scream, staring up at those emerald eyes like a deer struck in headlights, clutching the kitchen knife tightly in your hands. he looks almost innocent, like the little boy you used to know ; if it weren’t for that sickening smile on his lips. his eyes flicker down to the weapon clutched in your grip and he chuckles.

“were you planning to hurt me with that, little bunny?” you were, but now it seemed like your body froze, preparing for that promised punishment. his hand reaches out and you flinch, eyes screwed shut, what you can’t see can’t hurt you. but the hit never comes, instead, his fingers trail the curve of your jaw and down the length of your throat. it’s an almost gentle touch and you peek your eyes open carefully.

izuku’s squat in front of you, head tilted to the side and he looks almost hurt by your actions. “why do you hide from me, hm?” his thumb strokes over your pulse point, noting with amusement how quick your heart must be beating ; he loved it when you were terrified of him, it made it all too easy. “i just want you to love me, is that too much to ask?”

it wasn’t, but you’ve come to learn that such questions are never good. he asks them with such a gentle voice and such pretty eyes, you’re almost tricked to think he could never hurt you. but you’re once again proven wrong when his slender fingers curl around your throat and squeeze.

your hands drop the knife instinctively in favor of curling around his wrist, eyes wide in a blind panic when you should be used to this already. he pulls you in with one hand, until you’re on your knees and your face close enough to be touching noses. “now what will you do to make it up for me, hm?” he raises an eyebrow at you, and your heart sinks when you hear the all too familiar sound of his belt sliding out of his pants.

“you’ll have to work for forgiveness, my precious bunny.”

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

(Dark!) BNHA: Toxic Relationship

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Bakugo + Dabi + Deku

Reaction: Moments from your toxic relationship with your Pro-Hero boyfriend.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Abuse; Manipulation; Non-con.

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Hawks

“Y/n is a real clutz, y’know. Can’t even walk on even ground without tripping over her own feet.”

Your cheeks flame with humiliation as the camera pans to the crowd that laughs heartily at the demeaning words, as if Keigo had dropped the funniest joke they’ve ever heard. 

“That’s adorable.” the woman laughs, “Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she has no quirk? I believe you said she is quirkless, right?”

Keigo chuckles, nodding as he crosses an ankle over his knee.

“She sure is. Can’t even imagine what type of quirk she’d have, she’s just not the type.”

Your hand grips the remote tighter. What does he mean by that? Does he think you’re not good enough to have a quirk?

You consider turning off the TV, but fortunately the interviewer changes the subject. They casually speak about the current stance of heroes and their struggles on fighting off criminals and villains.

Keigo is charming as usual, delivering answers that are a perfect portrait of responsibility with a sprinkle of humor. He’s good like that, even though his previous answers left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Somehow, they end up reaching the topic of hobbies and free time. 

“Going Pro Hero leaves little time for myself, so sadly I don’t really have much time for hobbies. Wish I had.” he says humbly. “My girlfriend has lots of them, though.”

You inhale sharply. Not again. 

For your misfortune, the woman gets interested.

Perhaps because it’s an exclusive interview and her network channel gave her orders to squeeze every drop of information they can get on Hawks’ personal life. 

“What type of hobbies? She looks like she’s a great cook.” she tries to guess, but Keigo bursts laughing, holding his belly in an exaggerated mannerism. 

“Nah, cooking isn’t really her department. Burned eggs and half-cooked pancakes are more her style. She doesn’t even-”

You change channels in a heartbeat, bursting in tears at the low insults.

You’re not that bad. Sure, you’re not amazing at cooking, but never once did Keigo complain when he eats the food you diligently make after he returns from patrols. 

And now he slanders you on national television? 

And the worst part? It’s not even the first time he’s done this. 

Dabi

“There’s nothing to eat in the fridge.” 

“There is.” 

“There isn’t.” 

You stop writing your notes, swallowing back an annoyed sigh, already aware of what was happening.

“There is food in the fridge.” you repeat, “You just have to cook it.”

Dabi looks at you, unimpressed. 

“No shit Sherlock. Maybe you can do it for me.” 

“You serious?” 

Meeting his arrogant smirk, you huff. 

“Dead serious, babe. Not like you’re busy anyways.”

Your mouth drops at his audacity and you open your arms to indicate the mess of books, papers and pens in front of you. 

“I’m studying, Dabi. Can’t you see that? Grow up and cook for yourself, yeah?” you snap your attention back to your books, but your mood has already turned sour. 

You pretend to scribble down a few words when Dabi walks to you slowly. He peeks into your annotations, snorting. 

“That handwriting is kinda shitty.” he mocks you. “Besides, what exactly are you even studying for? You’re not exactly cut out to be a doctor, y’know? Not enough brain cells in you to become that.” 

You glare at him, angrily swatting away the hand that condescendingly tries to pet your hair. 

“You’re such an asshole, Dabi. Maybe if your life revolved around something other than your stupid daddy’s issues, you would actually get a job. Not like Endeavour is worried sick about you, not when he’s got Shoto.” you spit the words venously.

Not the nicest words, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to bother. 

A dark shade crosses Dabi’s face, his amused expression turning colder. You’d be lying if the sight didn’t ignite some fear in you.

“Is that so?” his crooked smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “And why would I need a job - or Endeavour, by that matter - when I have you?”

His hand reaches for your shoulder and there’s an edge in his eyes that immobilizes you. You shouldn’t have mentioned Endeavour. 

“I’m not with you because of that bitchy attitude, you know. I like my girl to know who’s in charge. Respect is really important in a relationship and your behavior is making me really upset, baby.” his tone is scaringly soft, and his hand travels to your neck.

You hold your breath when the staples on his hand scratch against the delicate skin of your throat. “So, if you need me to remind you of your place, I’ll gladly help you with that.”

His fingers heat up at a low temperature, not enough to actually burn you but it doesn’t stop the lonely tear that slides from your eye, the only sign of the chilling terror you’re feeling.

He leans forward, kissing your forehead before sliding his hand away. 

“Are we understood?” 

The nod you give him is shaky at best, but Dabi smiles nonetheless. 

“Now, how about that food you’re gonna make me?”

Bakugo

“I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

Besides a low hum, Bakugo doesn’t acknowledge you much, too busy French kissing your neck.

His hands head for your ass, provoking a wince in you when he gropes it with unnecessary strength, your left ass cheek being kneaded like it’s dough.

Katsuki uses his grip on your ass to push your hips forward even as you complain again. The thin fabric of his sweatpants does nothing to hide the hardness that shamelessly rubs against your thigh. 

“Katsuki.” 

Once again he gives no sign of hearing you, rolling his hips with more urgency and you barely catch the tired groan that almost rolls away from you.

The clock on your side reminds you that despite the early hour, you’ll only have 6 hours to sleep. 

You really have to sleep and if you’re being honest, tonight you’re not feeling sexy or horny enough to sleep with your boyfriend. 

But that doesn’t make you feel any less awkward when Bakugo’s movements turn more vigorous and needy, humping your naked thigh as if he’s fucking it while you remain as alive as a statue. 

“Fuck, this isn’t enough.” he growls against your skin, and your heart skips a beat when his hands reach for your shorts, tugging them down halfway until you panickedly grab his wrist, wiggling your body away from his.

“Seriously, Kats, I’m not in the mood tonight.” you say, quickly pulling back your shorts. 

“You fuckin’ serious right now?” he growls through gritted teeth, still hovering above you. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you timidly nod. 

“Maybe we can do this tomorrow? It’s just that-”

“Yeah, whatever. Not like you haven’t used that stupid excuse on me before.”  

Your eyebrows raise with surprise at the bitter tone on his voice as he gruffs, pushing himself off you. 

“I’m not making up excuses.”

“The hell you aren’t.” he looks at you, angry. “Every time I try to start something, you turn into a damn nun. Always too freakin’ tired,  too busy or not in the mood.”

He scowls, spiky blonde hair falling to his eyes. 

“All you have to do is open your goddamn legs and let me do the rest, and you can’t even do that.”

His words hit a sore spot and he turns his back on you, settling on the distant side of the bed after delivering strained punches to the pillow to soften it up.

“Maybe I go after those Dynamite's groupies that are always throwing themselves at me. Since you never want to fuck anymore.”

You’re left too stunned to speak, sadness blossoming at the cruel meaning of his words and it’s a struggle to swallow the tears. 

He wouldn’t really, would he? But your mind lingers on the disturbing thought. He’s popular with girls, even with his angry mood.

Bakugo is tall, muscular and not even the ever present scowl in his face is able to contradict the attractive facial features he’s been blessed with. Meanwhile you’re just mediocre, if even that...

Your insecurities strike back, taunting you. 

Your hand reaches for his arm before you even realize it, and you’re mildly surprised when he doesn’t shake you off. 

“The hell you want now?”

Pulling on his arm until he finally turns to the side, you kiss him. 

He groans against your lips, allowing your hand to rest on the warm plane of his chest and you let it slide lower until it touches his clothed member. 

Neither of you speak a word, but you feel Bakugo smirking against your lips while he practically shoves your shorts down. 

You allow yourself go limp underneath him, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the way he wants to. Holding back a tired sigh when the fluorescent numbers on the clock mock you. 

You really have to wake up early.

Deku

“Are you serious, Izuku?” 

The tall hero jumps, eyes widening almost comically when he realizes you’re standing on the bedroom’s doorway and not cleaning the kitchen, like he clearly assumed you to be. 

“I wasn’t- The phone-” he stammers with his words, plowing your phone onto the bed with a bit too much force.

Crossing your arms, you flash him a frustrated glare.

“You promised me you wouldn’t spy on my phone anymore, Izuku.” your stern tone has him frowning and Izuku practically sprints closer to you.

“I wasn’t spying! I was just- just checking the time.” his words aren’t convincing enough for you to actually believe in him. 

You squint your eyes at him, dodging his grabby hands with a nasty slap, despite the hurt expression on his face.

“Izuku.” 

“I wasn’t! C’mon, you gotta believe in me.” 

You don’t. 

“Even if I did go through your phone - which I didn’t - why would that be such a problem?” he complains, dragging his voice. “Do you have something to hide or what?”

You point a warning finger at him.

“Don’t you dare. This isn’t about me. You’re the one who went behind my back because you’re just too insecure to fully trust me.”

He shakes his head, emerald eyes turning feverish. 

“You’re being dramatic, of course I trust you.”

“You don’t, stop lying.”

“I do trust you!” his voice rises in volume.

“No, you don’t!” you scream, voice breaking before you crumble in tears. 

You’re exhausted. Of arguing, of dealing with Izuku, of everything. When did things turn so frustrating, so tiring? Why does he always have to ruin things for you?

Izuku curses under his breath before rushing to you, engulfing you in a comforting embrace as you cry on his chest. 

“You don’t. You never will and I know that.” he stays silent, not contradicting you this time. 

He lets you cry on his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair as he mutters apologies. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Izuku hugs you harder, arms tightening around you. “I’ll do better, okay? I promise, I will.” 

And like a fool, you accept his promise - even if you know it’s meant to be broken.

[lazywriters-blog]

THE LOVELY NEIGHBOR ON THE LEFT

WARNING: May contain triggering content, mentions of harming oneself, and yandere content.

SUMMARY: Jealousy never looked good on anyone, but you thought it looked worse on your lovely gentle neighbor.

Author's note: My deepest apologies for taking so so long to get this out, life slapped me hard in the face and I reeled back, took awhile to get back up. I did realize that betrayal comes from the closest. Hopefully, this will make up for the time I've made you wait.

Her keys rattled as they spun and around in the lock hole, undoing the seal for her late afternoon chores, adjusting the plastic bags in her hands, and moving inside, pocketing her house key she looked at the clock, it reads 6:00 PM.

She couldn't wait to get out of her clothes and lay down.

Carrying the bags to her kitchen she dropped them on the counter letting them sit in the cold air and focused on going to her room to fresh up, stretching out her arm to reach for the switch she thought back about what she should do first.

But when she stopped to see her room in the dark when her hands struggled to find the button, she saw a figure sitting on her bed, and she held her breath staring at the unknown person making themselves comfortable on her mattress.

She turned her eyes to her closet, preparing a plan if she messes up, she should have a rod resting somewhere in the house, she knows she put it in one of her wardrobes.

"You never told me..." he started, he sounded so pained and sad, she instantly recognized the voice belonged to her lovely neighbor. Her fingers worked to turn on any source of light, wanting to take a step back as soon as possible and run out of her home.

Unfortunately for her, he stood up and quickly confronted her panic-stricken face, "Don't run away from me, we can talk." he tried to reassure her, making himself seem as small as possible despite his towering physique slowly walking closer.

She felt like a bunny caught in the spotlight, waiting for the chance to run after she has fooled the wolf in sheep's clothing. She thought he was harmless for the longest time she knew him.

But she was certain she didn't leave her front door unlocked for him to enter.

"Okay- we can talk, what is it?" she softly replied, her shoulders raised while she attempted to draw in a deep breath. He smiled hearing her response, a sort of shy grin she couldn't visualize anyone who forayed into their neighbor's house doing. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I- I umm... Didn't know what to do after I came to... Know of something."

"But I'm glad you are so understanding of me. It's honestly the best thing about you." she glued her gaze on him, eyes peeled open searching for telltales signs of danger. Quietly shuffling back whenever he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts and word his worries. "I know, you probably didn't mean to lead me on. Perhaps, you were just being friendly, and I-- I misunderstood things. But, lately... I've been thinking about you. More than I should."

He held his hands, pressing his trembling lips together, and stared at her. With tears in his eyes.

"I've been thinking of things I shouldn't! It makes me feel bad even thinking about it! I can't go on without addressing it though... I promised myself I wouldn't hesitate, and I would do my best even if it isn't needed, I would keep on trying until I've become what I want."

His hand reached out to clasp her arm but she hastily changed positions and widened her eyes, shrugging him off to make sure she didn't trap herself.

His eyes grew big, then he controlled his breathing. The pain had been written all over his face, now it heightened to a level she has never seen on the grown man no matter how he was cared for.

His lips quiver and willingly tears poured down his cheeks and he sobbed like as if he had just lost a dear friend to death.

"Why... Are you moving away from me? I would never hurt you. Am I a bad person? Do you see me as someone who would want to harm you?"

She didn't say anything, whatever he was going about wasn't normal in her eyes, something was wrong and they knew it.

"Now you wouldn't even answer me?" he gasped a breath through his mouth and fell to his knees, hiding his eyes and allowing himself to grief over a simple matter in a dangerous situation.

He had broken into her house and this would be the first time she's witnessed this.

The sympathetic side of her felt bad about it, the rational part of her just wanted to stay away. Letting him cry and lose hold of himself seemed like a bad idea though, she wouldn't know what to do then, she's a normal person with average talents, and running and dodging wasn't one of them.

She should de-escalate this.

She should make her way out of this with words.

Steadily crouching to him, she placed a hand on his back and gently rubbed his clothed skin, he looked up at her with teary eyes he bit his lip, and smiled a little, grief replaced with a flicker of hope.

"I was thinking, I'm sorry. What is bothering you?" she spoke, "I can't help you if I don't know anything."

He sniffled and locked eyes with her, raising his head back to better look at her controlled features, his eyes briefly traveled to her hand warming his skin, and sheepishly grinned, "Do you... Care about me?"

She wouldn't be telling a lie the first time he asked, "Yes, I care about you. You are my... Bestie." and suddenly, his smile fell.

"Best friend...?" he muttered.

"Yes, the best friend who happens to be my lovely neighbor on the left, and also the one who I'm trying to comfort right now." she smiled.

He remained mum, absorbed in the moment to think about what she said, dancing around a touchy topic that made him break-in the first place. To talk to her, to understand her better than those who have already taken her away from him.

He looked up when her hand squeezed him, and he really couldn't stomach the thought of her kissing someone else and having a family!

"Are you going to get married soon?" he asked, playing around with the subject and dragging on the dread like it was some sort of petty bet.

"...how did you know that? I haven't told anyone around here." she frowned and leaned back, "Did you... How did you find out? Are you mad I didn't tell you sooner?"

"I think, our kids would be cuter." he leaned close, "If it was a girl she would have my features, and if it was a boy he would have yours, their eyes would be a combination of ours, and our son would be mischievous like you. He would have your lips and my nose. Our kids will be so beautiful." he stopped breathlessly, narrowed eyes unfurling in pure glee.

"You would be the best mother, you would play with them and ask them what they wanted to eat before even making anything, you'll love them and I'll love them so much."

"Izuku, stop. We're not even... Married. What are you going on about, this isn't like you at all." she cupped his cheek and hoped it would get him to shut up and not make her run away without a plan B.

"I know... I never thought I would obsess over our kids but after I found out more about you, I couldn't help it! It was the only thing keeping me from losing hope of ever being with you! You'll be perfect and I'll be perfect for you!" he chanted, and just as easily as she had hushed him from crying, it was easier for him to ignore everything and sob.

"It was the only thing keeping me from killing myself! I want to see our kids grow and be successful and they could see how their mother and father loved each other! How much they were willing to sacrifice for them! They would want to find someone like us for themselves--!"

"Stop! What has gotten into you!?" she quickly grabbed his shoulders and shook them, staring at him frightened of what he was implying. They never had anything going on between them. They were just neighbors.

That was the extent of their relationship.

"Do you want to see me kill myself?" he asked pain-stricken by her words, but oddly calm. It made her shudder.

"No!! Are you out of your mind right now? Why the hell would you do such a thing?!"

"So you do want me hurting..." he mumbled quietly to himself, then he laughed but it seemed more so like he was crying. Throwing himself into her arms, he hugged her torso tight and nuzzled into her neck. "I'm sorry... Can you be with me? Can I stay here with you? I don't want to be alone right now... I really need you."

Slowly drawing out a breath she hoped he didn't heed, she patted his back, "Hmm..." she replied, awkwardly sitting on the flour and hugging him was something she did not anticipate upon stepping inside.

Maybe she should have taken her time.

How should she even begin to drag him out of her house and take a sign of relief? She didn't want him near.

"You'll always be with me, right?" he whispered in her eyes, arms lowered to her waist as she stared back at the room, the bed he had been sitting down just minutes ago.

But the topic had been so heavy, it felt hours had passed instead.

"If you want me to--" she answered softly.

"I want you to." he quickly interjected, taking a deep breath and caressing her neck. "Please."

She wasn't weak.

It would just take her longer to fool the wolf in her home.

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Yandere Izuku, Dabi, Overhaul, and Hawks with gn darling who has severe acne

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about surgery.

A/N: these are all my comfort characters and since June is Acne Awareness Month, I decided to write this and post this.

I hope you enjoy and remember, you all matter and I love you for being you.

Deku / Izuku Midoryia:

This green boy loves everything about you, especially your face. No matter how you wake up, to him: you always look like a Greek statue ready to be admired every second of the day.

Breakouts are normal. It happens to everyone. When it does occur, Izuku is right behind you, comforting you and making sure you feel as perfect as you are - kissing those marks and going as far as to participate in your care routine to feel less alone.

If you want to, Izuku is more than happy to take vitamins or anti-inflammatory medications to help you. With the help of the internet, he’s prone to come up to you and introduce things you may have not tried; using this as an excuse to get closer to you.

If you decide to wear makeup, he will help find the best types of face cleansers and foundations, making sure they don’t cause you to have a massive breakout.

If you ever are insecure, Izuku will comfort you by giving you cuddles; his beefy arms wrapping around you as he kisses your face. Reminding you that those dots on your face make you look more perfect. You are incredibly attractive.

Dabi:

He thinks you’re beautiful, no matter the marks you may see as a nuisance. He finds nothing wrong with acne, as it’s normal. The acne doesn’t bother him, therefore, it shouldn’t bother you.

But, with insecurities and social media standards, it’s hard to continue on the day without feeling insecure. With this said, Dabi is quite blunt about comforting you about your insecurities; going as far as to ask ‘why’ you think that you’re somehow unattractive because of these marks.

While his main thing is to never offend you or make you feel bad - he just doesn’t understand the reason you’re insecure. Nevertheless, if you are standing in front of a mirror or having a bad mental day, Dabi will help you as best as he can. Though, he does understand what it’s like to feel insecure and think bad things about yourself, especially with things you can’t control. He often tells you that you’ve seen the real him - his hair, his smile, and his purple-burnt skin that you love to kiss. You’ve grown to love it, which made him start to love it as well. Slowly but surely, he’ll make you realize that you are just as pretty as he states every single day.

Dabi is… not the best at comfort. But he will try. His best bet with comforting is a type of distraction, whether getting your favorite snacks and drinks or putting a comfortable movie on whilst cuddling is the best he can do. Kissing your face as he tells you about the things he did for that day. Sure, it won’t help the spots, but it’ll help the way you feel.

He’s 50/50 to do face masks or skin care routines with you. I mean… by his face, he’s needed for it. But, he’s more hesitant to try things, especially if it’s new. But, if it makes you feel better, Dabi is adamant about finishing it with you; staying up pretty late, and putting on music while you two make a mess in the bathroom as he tries to mess with you.

Dabi is quite often kissing your face, especially your cheek and lower neck. No matter the complaints you push out, he will shush you and continually kiss you.

Overhaul / Kai Chisaki:

He doesn’t care about your acne, as much as he’s a clean freak and loves organized areas, he views you as his deity - a person of much perfection. In his eyes, nothing can be wrong with you.

Overhaul often wears his mask with you, but with your insecurity, he will take it off around you so you feel at least comfortable and less alone. In his mind, if he shows his vulnerability towards you, you will feel less alone and more appreciative towards yourself.

Like Dabi, he’s not the best at comforting you when you’re insecure. While he will try his best, distraction is also the best for him. At times, Overhaul can be blunt and you may take it the wrong way. This leads to him suggesting things, even if you didn’t ask for them; offering to do face masks and facial cream with you, and even going as far as to ask if you’d prefer surgery or laser treatment.

While he never tries to offend you, much like Dabi, he doesn’t see the reason why you’re self-conscious. Just because society views it as ‘disgusting’ or ‘not attractive’ makes him confused. It’s just spots, it’s no biggie. Nevertheless, Kai will help you with whatever you want.

If you decide to wear makeup, Kai will treat you the same, complimenting you if you decide to change it up to something brighter or more design-like. He notices the slightest things, which Kai observes from your reactions, and smiles underneath his mask whenever you take his compliments in.

Kai overall really hates seeing you upset by the marks. So, on a particular day when you feel bad, he will have your comfort food delivered to you and sit next to you - letting you pick whatever movie or TV show to watch as he bluntly rubs your back.

Hawks / Keigo Takami:

Keigo doesn’t see a problem with your acne. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s part of human biology. He finds you attractive - even if you woke up from the night before from roughhousing.

Some days are indecisive, yesterday was fine but today, you wake up with a huge breakout and a headache. With this, Keigo is a huge help. Each morning, he makes sure to give you ibuprofen, reminding you to take it easy for the day as he pecks kisses along your neck, promising to get your favorites after work whilst getting ready to leave for work - late yet again.

If you are ever insecure, Hawks will get a bit dumbfounded. How are you upset with yourself? You are so pretty, don’t you realize that? But, with more thoughts about social media and their standards - he gets a bit sad. Of course, he’ll immediately comfort you but he’s unsure what to do until a few days later.

In the next few days, Hawks will be pampering you with a bunch of kisses, hugs with his wings, and gifts. A lot of the gifts include things that are comforting to you, including food and drinks, some more blankets, rare figures from those TV shows and movies you adore, and some vitamins he thought would help with your acne.

While you may feel insufficient and start listing the things you hate about yourself, including the acne, Keigo will immediately wrap you in his wings and kiss your mouth shut with his, making sure to make you laugh out loud as he tells you everything about what he loves about you (and I mean everything)

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All Is Far In Love And Farming

Chapter 1: Getting Started

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Mha!Hybrids × Farmer! Fem!Reader. Chapter 1.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?

╰･ﾟ✧☽ characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya lida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

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Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.

But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.

And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.

“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.

Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition. 

Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.

slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.

“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”

taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.

the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.

you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.

“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.

“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.

“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.

“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.

Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.

Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.

A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.

you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.

“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.

“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”

signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.

“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.

“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.

“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.

you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.

“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.

“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…

“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.

He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.

“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.

His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.

until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.

“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.

Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.

you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.

Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.

your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.

you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.

“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.

you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.

“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.

“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.

That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.

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