#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?”

[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.”

[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.

[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. 

[envillenx]

He just wants to keep you safe

Edit: I forgot his freckles 💀

[yandere-kokeshi]

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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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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✧Feeling Unloved✧

Man... The original request was eaten, but it went along the lines of Darling acting like a brat because of the lack of attention from these characters. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: Darling,,, back at it again with this behavior smh— anyways, this takes place somewhat within being kidnapped.

Warning(s): Post Kidnapping, Mentions of Punishment (isolation), Slight Stockholm Syndrome(?)

✧Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead✧

The man is very aware that his choice of actions are not ideal nor are they something a person would do to someone they care for. However, do you really have to be so difficult about it? Aizawa understands that you could be doing this to show defiance towards his actions while stuck here. He'll let you take out your anger/hurt/betrayal, whatever you were feeling for a bit so you could settle. When you don't show any signs of relenting, he gives out a heavy sigh. Playing nice is not really cutting it, huh?

Honestly, if you prevent him getting any sleep before he has to go in for hero work, there will be problems. Aizawa has some level of patience, but each act of disobedience strains it each time. He gives you chances. Three strikes and you will have to be punished accordingly. No, he doesn't care that he's treating you like a child. You're acting like one, so he's only treating as such. You have no room to complain.

When he figures out why you're like this, he'll sigh in irritation but at least now he knows how to solve this. You didn't have to make such a fuss about this. All you could've done was tell him straight up and he would have done something about it. Sure, he may seem apathetic and distant, but Aizawa can say from the bottom of his heart that he loves you deeply. He doesn't show it, but it's apparent when he cooks for you, makes sure you're well rested, bathed, clothed and so on. Aizawa will enter the room he put you in for your punishment. First, he will scold you for the behavior you displayed but then some needed reassurance will be given. He wants you to know that he cares despite everything else.

✧Midoriya Izuku/Deku✧

Midoriya would be fast to pick up on why his darling is acting this way. Though beforehand he's semi-confused to your behavior. He understands, yes, he took you against your will but he couldn't help it! This way, you're somewhere he knows of. Giving him peace of mind while he's out on his rounds as a pro hero. He'll be gentle with his approach, asking what's wrong and how he can fix things. Even with such a situation as this, Midoriya would like for you to be comfortable while you're in his home.

His reaction to your bratty behavior is god level patience. Sure, sometimes people do annoy him, but he can definitely handle whatever you dish out. If you start insulting him or throwing rude comments, he'll be hurt. Midoriya tries to guilt trip you into apologizing for what you said, but if you continue with the attitude... Well, he will have to get a little more stern. You can definitely tell from his tone that he's upset with you, even if it doesn't show.

Finding out why you're like this? Okay, it makes more sense and he might forgive you immediately. That only depends on how bad you were, of course. Midoriya lightly scolds you, stating that you should have just been forward with what you wanted. Though, he feels bad. Has his job as a pro hero left you neglected? He fully believes that he's done his absolute best in showing how much he loves you. Memorizing everything about you, knowing where you lived, always being there to comfort you when no one else would—did you need more? It would make it seem like his darling is being selfish here since Midoriya always puts his all into his efforts for the people he cares for.

✧Amajiki Tamaki/Suneater✧

Yeah, Amajiki just shuts down when you display this attitude towards him. He's feeling immense guilt and apologies everytime he looks or speaks to you. Though he knows deep down that doing such won't change what he's done. Honestly, he lets you insult him as much as you see fit, as he deems it to be a way to get back at him. Tamaki knows he's terrible for taking you away, so it's fine. However, your words don't sting any less. The moment where he would take any time to think that maybe your behavior is stemmed from something deeper is when he notices that you act up especially when he's about to leave for hero work.

He... He thought you hated him. No, you probably do. You're just making a fuss when he leaves because you're glad he'll be away from you. The thought destroys his feelings, he wants to cry in anguish. But it's strange that it doesn't seem like you're driving him away. If you're curious to how Tamaki deals with this behavior... He doesn't. He gives you space and just sits in a corner to wallow in his guilt and shame. Of course he won't neglect the basic necessities for you such as food, water, entertainment, and a bed to sleep on but he purposely avoids you during this time.

He's extremely shocked when he figures everything out... And then he feels awful. How could have been so blind? You were in desperate need love and assurance but all he acted was selfish as he lingered onto his crippling emotions. It broke his heart that you didn't think he loved you. Again, he apologizes to you, promising that he'll make things better. If you'll let him. Tamaki still believes he is an awful person but finding out that you acted out due to lack of attention, he a little less hard on himself. He will try to be more affectionate, though it makes him extremely flustered to do so. However, if it's for you, then Tamaki will try. He really does love you and doesn't want you to believe otherwise.

[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.

[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 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.

[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.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Thinking about yanderes who know you better than anyone ever did. They know you better even than you know yourself, that's how in touch they are with your life.

I see them as the subtle types, the ones who would perhaps silently admire you from a safe distance. You look charming in the cafe you're sitting in, chatting away with a friend or two about some shared hobbies. He can't help but to stare, but it's only for a few moments! He knows better than to look for too long, he doesn't want to appear like some sort of creep now, does he? He sips on his drink quietly as his eyes ever so slightly go back and forth towards you and the door, ensuring a safe escape route, just in case things go south but they never do.

You're too lost in your own little bubble to notice him.

From that day onwards he starts to... Well, he's not sure how to put it into words.

It's natural for a person to have a crush but what he feels towards you is something much more intense to ever be in the realms of normalcy. If you've ever spoken two words with him would be a miracle but actually remembering him would be downright impossible because he is just not willing to show himself to you. He stalks all your social media, friends and family included. He is informed of where you went to school, your birthday, what jobs your estranged cousins may have. If you're the type to post stuff online, his life is made that much easier. He screenshots everything you post, no matter how silly and commits it all to memory in case he may need it.

If you don't, then it's a bit harder but he manages. He has a good head on his shoulders, even if that same head is telling him to stop doing this, this isn't right but his bleeding heart is screaming at him to please keep going, please, if I'm not keeping an eye on them 24/7 I think I might die.

No human being should ever know someone so intimately but he does not care. Even if you're not 100% in his life, he is content with whatever this is.

One day, he might grow a pair and properly introduce himself to you.

And it would be so cute if you got along just perfectly because you just so happen to like the same things too... He's always prepared.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈 (haikyuu), 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 (moriarty the patriot), 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 (genshin impact), 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆 (honkai star rail), 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 (seraph of the end), 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐄 (bungo stray dogs), 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐀 (my hero academia)

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College!Class-1a! X Fem!Reader 18+Drabble

This is really starting out as imagination for being shared by the characters, then I thought of this. So in this the class has eyes on you and can’t help it but always wanted you. Then one day your professor takes it a step further. This is yanderish.

Class 1A: Izuku midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Shōta Aizawa, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou

Warning: Sex watching, teasing, degrading, yandere content, masterbating, touching oneself to someone else, slight circle jerk?, professor x student, being used, authority play, hair pulling.

This is content that isn’t light of heart, filthy shit. So, dead dove do not eat. All characters are of age and consenting.

It was just another day in class, your classmates would drift their eyes to you occasionally to stare lovingly then turn away. You looked so cute today, like you did everyday, they always appreciated how beautiful you looked for them. Each time you’d look down or wrote in your notebook, Aizawa was staring at you. His eyes however didn’t look at your face but below the open deck to between your legs. That showed your pretty pussy all to him.

He could barely focus on his lesson with the picture of you in his mind, so he’d trip in his words and forget about what he was saying. This was new for him because he was always calm and steady, bored even. So the whole class took noticed his actions.

It wasn’t until he stopped fully while looking at you and the whole class followed his gaze in confusion. You didn’t even notice because you were taking notes and blocked him out until you got passed a point. “Y/n.” He sounded annoyed. Looking up to meet his glaring gaze you stare wide eyed at being in trouble.

“Yes sir.” He leaned on his desk and pointed in front where you would stand in front of the whole class. You gulped, “Stand up and go to the front of the class.” You flushed embarrassment at all the attention but followed his instructions to not get in anymore trouble. They all kept their eyes on your shy figure standing before them all in your school uniform. Aizawa made his way around and stood by you while putting a hand on his chin, inspecting you.

Turning his attention to the class, “Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with Miss L/n’s outfit?” You stared panic. All eyes looked at you from head to toe at the same outfit you wear every day, and they noticed everything you did. So the class stayed silent. Aizawa sighed and clicked his tongue.

“Surprising, you guys watched her like little bitches in heat.” He said amused with a eye roll, his demeanor changing quickly. The group looked at each other taken aback. Oh, you remembered clearly what you had done today. “I’m sorry-” his hand covered your mouth quickly and pushes you against the desk, the others getting defensive.

“Clearly your peer forgot the dress code,” you squealed when his other hand tugged at your skirt and lifted it. You struggled against him and tightened your legs together with tears picking up in your eyes. It was embarrassing…But also gave you a thrill.

“No panties under her skirt, she didn’t even close her legs.” You huffed as they all looked down at your cunt. Each of them turned red and moaned at the sight, the girls getting wet and the boys pants getting tight. “Shy? Awe, that’s pathetic.” He pushed you back and you were forced to take a seat in his desk.

“Show them, you know you want to be a good little slut.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes while he just smirked devilishly. But the problem to fighting back was simple. You didn’t want to. You spent nights imagining being fucked by your dorm mates, all of them you thought about along with your professor. So you nodded and slowly opened your legs for them to see each detail, your holes and clit. 

Now your eyes cried while your sweet moans poured out, the wet sounds of your pussy while his fingers thrust into you. Hands gripping the desk for support at how good the pleasure felt, your stomach twisting and turning. You couldn’t focused on your classmates to long while they all touched them to you.

The girls parted their legs while rubbing their clits and you could hear them too. Ochako and Mina fingered themself to match what you felt so they could feel one with you. The boys were surprisingly louder then the girl while stroking their cocks. Bakugo was more growling while fucking his hand as fast as he could go, Kirishima was soft and slow along with sero. Deku and denki were the loudest in the room, who got yelled at because they couldn’t hear you. But the other boys and girls kept quiet while touching themselves, afraid to make a sound.

Aizawa was painfully hard and made you rub him threw his pants for some relief, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you cried, moaned just by him fingering you. It was intoxicating. “Cum- Oh fuck, going to cum.” You announced with your eyes rolling back.

“Dumb girl, think that’s what you get?” You cried out when he pulled out of you quick and left you empty. “All of you stop or I’ll fail you.” They all stopped and panted, caught in a haze of the high. “At least you all listen to me now, now pull up your pants and shit.” Groaning they all listened, the reality sinking in on them. You wiggled to get off the desk but he stopped you.

“Shoto, Ochako are the only ones who get to finish.” The two looked up and the rest looked at them. “Y/n here will finish you off,” your hair was gripped and pulled you off the desk. He forced you down onto your knees, “Well?” The two thought for a second but stood up to walk over to you, standing above you.

“All of you get to watch, be thankful.” He left you and walked to his chair and leaned back. So, you licked her pussy and gave him a hand job until they both came. Todoroki’s cum splatter on your face as you cleaned her pussy up, you got breathless fast. The end of class was awkward and silent, no one knew what to do or say. So you all just left.

But it was only a matter of time before you got home and the class was waiting for you to get their turn. Willing to do anything to get you.

[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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