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Unseen Patterns
Yandere Izuku Midoriya x reader
TW: stalking, unsettling behaviour.
You first met Izuku Midoriya during a power outage in your apartment building. The hallways were dark, lit only by the glow of emergency lights, and as you fumbled with your keys, heâd appeared behind you.
âYou need help?â heâd asked, his voice low but steady. When you turned, the faint light caught his face: youthful, soft-spoken, and disarmingly ordinary.
He helped you unlock the door and handed you a small flashlight. âFor next time,â he said with a faint smile before disappearing into the stairwell.
At first, you thought little of him. Just a helpful stranger. But Izuku didnât stay a stranger for long.
He started showing up in small, unremarkable ways. Youâd run into him at the coffee shop down the street. Then at the park where you went to clear your head. Once, you even saw him at your office building, a stack of papers in his arms as he explained to the receptionist that he was making a delivery.
He always noticed you first, offering a wave or a brief hello. You wondered why you always felt uneasy when he was near.
The oddities began small. A cup of tea left steaming on your desk at work when you hadnât brought any. A playlist on your music app labeled For the Days You Feel Sadâsongs you didnât remember adding but that somehow matched your mood perfectly.
You dismissed it as coincidence until one day, walking home from work, you saw Izuku across the street. He didnât wave this time. He didnât even move. He just stood there, half-shrouded in shadow, staring.
You quickened your pace, heart pounding, and told yourself heâd just been distracted, maybe waiting for someone else. But the next morning, you found a note slipped under your apartment door.
âDonât worry. Iâll always be here.â
Weeks passed. Izukuâs presence was a background hum, something you could almost ignore. Almost.
Everywhere you went, it seemed heâd just left. The barista at your coffee shop mentioned a quiet guy whoâd paid for your drink. Your neighbor said a man with dark hair had asked about you, saying heâd found your keys. Even your boss commented on how âthat nice courierâ seemed to know exactly where to leave your packages, always on time.
And then there was the package that arrived with no return address. Inside was a book youâd lost months ago, dog-eared to a page youâd once marked but forgotten. Scribbled in the margins, in neat handwriting, was a single line: âI knew youâd come back to this.â
The breaking point came one night when you woke to the faint sound of tapping. At first, you thought it was your windowâbranches brushing the glass, perhaps. But then you realized it was coming from inside.
You froze, straining to hear. The tapping continued, irregular and faint, like someone running their fingers along the walls.
Gathering your courage, you stepped into the hallway and flicked on the lights. The sound stopped instantly, and the silence was deafening. You checked the locks, every door and window, but nothing was out of place.
The next morning, as you reached for your keys, you found something scratched into the wall near your door. It was so faint you mightâve missed it, but when you ran your fingers over it, you could feel the grooves:
âI see you.â
Izuku never admitted to anything. He remained polite, helpful, always ready with a kind word or a quiet smile. But the smile lingered just a little too long. His eyes tracked you like he was memorizing every detail.
And then one day, he stopped appearing.
For the first time in months, you felt free. You changed your locks, moved apartments, even switched jobs. But every so often, something would remind you of him: a book misplaced on a shelf, a faint outline of footprints by your window.
You told yourself it was paranoia, the remnants of a bad memory.
Until you received a single text from an unknown number:
âYouâre safe now. I promise.â
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⥠TW: yandere, captive reader, Stockholm syndrome
⥠FEM reader
âIâm back,â he calls out softly once opening the door.
Youâre already thereâmust have heard him drive up then padded overâstanding there, wordlessly awaiting his kiss. You donât notice it yourself, though he does, how you get up on your tippy-toes and meet him halfway. Youâve been doing it for a while now. Itâs really cute. And so he doesnât say anything on itâdoesnât want to spook the habit.
âWelcome home,â you say, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you soft and snugly against his chestâsmiling at how you nuzzle into itâyet another cute thing youâve started doing lately. Â
âMh-thank you, sweetheartâfeels good,â he coos into your hair, petting it smoothly while you stand there, neither of you pulling away. âWhat did you do today?â
You sigh and sink further into his embrace, mumbling, âSame as any other dayâŚâ almost sulkily. âJust waiting for you.â
He chuckles, âOh, thatâs not true. I saw you watching somethingâanything fun?â
You hum, hiding your face in his chest, mumbling into it, âNot really⌠just binging another franchise they decided to ruin...â You shift and look up at him, keeping your chin on his chest while grumbling, âI donât understand why theyâd reboot something just to completely disregard everything it originally stood forâand all the effects just make it look cheap.â
He canât help but chuckle again, ruffling your hair with a fond smile. âYouâre such a nerd.â He could eat you up the way you are right now, plated on a silver platter for him all so willingly. âA cute nerd, though.â
You pout, âHonestly, whatâs going on out there? I barely understand anything Iâm watching anymoreâitâs all alien to me.â
His hug on you tightens, but you donât flinch like you used toâeven as the look in his eyes darkens along with his words. âYeah, the worldâs gone mad. Youâre better off in here.â
You smile thenâagreeing for once. Itâs also a new and adorable habit. And then you unzip his jacket for him, helping it off his shoulders and hanging it up for himâall so naturally. Looking back at him while asking, âAnd how was your day?â
He smiles while beholding youâto think such a question would ever leave your lips all so domesticallyâitâs enough to make his chest swell. Then with an exaggerated sigh, he whines, âAbsolutely horrible without you,â wrapping you up in another hug, this time from behind, nuzzling his chin into the ticklish skin of your neckâmaking you giggle. Arms around your front, swaying you back against him. âEvery second, I was counting down âtil when I could come home to you.â
âIs that right?â You grin at his gestureâtwisting around so that you could look at him straight. Slouched as he stood, all but draping you with his taller formâeyes leveled with yours, half-mast and adoringly admiring you like his most precious thingâhis sweet loving girlfriend.
You cup his face in both hands, thinking the same of himâyour sweet loving boyfriend. Youâre about to kiss him, but then, struck by the thought, thereâs a sudden freight in your chest that follows, and you jolt back as if heâd burned you.
He stills, warm expression twisting to one of concern. âHeyââ Stepping after you with his hands laid on your forearms, giving you a small squeeze. âWhatâs wrong?â
âIââ You donât know, you think. Somethingâs off. Somethingâs not rightâabout his touch, about your heart, about all of it. âIâm justâŚâÂ
You think about it, eyes skittering over his faceâdid you always look at his face? Since when did he become so familiar? Since when did you walk around wanting to see it?
âI justâŚâ the words feel all strange in your mouth, but thereâs no denying thereâs truth in them. âI missed you.â
His features blank at that, blinking at you. âOhâŚâ Then he softensâsmiles with a chuckle, âWell, Iâm home now, soâŚâ His head slants, looking at you in askance as he gently brings a hand up to thumb your chin. âWhatâs with this pouty face?â
You bite your lip. Thereâs so much noise in your chestâso many conflicting feelings. Youâve begun missing him when heâs goneâwhen he leaves you. Youâve started wishing for his return, spending your day in wait. Since when did you start doing that?
Itâs not right.
âIâm slipping,â your voice is shaken and weak, eyes welling up with thick water enough to have him look blurryâyou shake your head and squeeze them shutâmaking the tears fall quickly. âIâm not supposed to miss youââ you cry. âThatâs not right. Iâm notâyouâre notââ
Not your boyfriend.
âHey, hey, sweetie. Itâs okay,â he cuts your sob off with two warm hands placing themselves on your wettened cheeks, holding you tenderly. You layer yours on top of his, feeling itâs the only thing keeping you from spiraling into oblivion.Â
âItâs okay, sweetie,â he coos, smearing out your teardrops, making them dry. âIt was gonna happen sooner or later, right?â
Your eyes peel and look at himâthrough the veil. His face is a comfortâthough you feel strange seeing it as such, when you know, even though most of you has decided to forget, that heâs a psychotic stalker whoâs kidnapped you and held you captive for what must be closing in on a year already.
âDonât feel badâitâs only natural,â he assures, pulling you into his chest againâboth arms around you snugly with his chin on top of your head, gently rocking you from side to side. âEverythingâs fine. So youâre losing your mind a littleâweâll just find something else for you to think about. Right? Is there anything you want? Anything I can get you? More clothes? Sweets? Something fun? Maybe you can take up another hobby?â
He loosens his hold to look down at youâhis face warm with devout for you, with a wordless vow saying heâll do everything, give you anything in return for your happiness. Â
You love him, you realize then with a shudder.
Youâre in love with your crazy captorâyour batshit lovesick oversweet captor who shares your bed and treats you like a spoiled pet. And itâs so fucked upâso, so very fucked up, so very fucking fucked up. But itâs trueâyouâre in love with him. And you have been for a while.
âWhat do you say?â he asks in hope.
Yet, you canât say it out loud. No, not yetâit still feels all so wrong. But, at the same time, you donât think thereâs a need for you to put it into words for him. Heâs always known you better than you have yourself, after all. And that wholesome smile on his face says it allâhe already knows.
âNo⌠I just,â you start, staring into his eyesâthose full-loving eyes that look at you as if youâre the only thing of value in the whole entire world. âI just wantâŚâ Itâs a scary confessionâboth admitting it to yourself and him. âYou.âÂ
You look down, curling your fingers into his shirt.
âI donât need anything else.â
Itâs the truth and nothing but the truthâalbeit a somewhat sad truth. Itâs your one wishâyour only wish. You just want himâto stay, to hold you, to kiss you. You canât even think of wanting anything else anymore.
âOh, well, thatâs easy, isnât it?â he says, stroking your cheeks, fishing for your shy gazeâsmiling once hooking itâpretty teary puppy eyes, lost and looking for directions.Â
Donât worryâheâs here to help.
âWhere do you want me then, sweetheart?â His lips near your forehead. âHere?â He gives it a chaste kiss, earning your sniffle, then ducks down to your neck. âOr here, maybe?â Giving that a kiss as well, this time with more behind it, sucking the skin with a soft bite.Â
âOr maybeâŚâ His voice is low, and it makes your skin buzz with a desire just as darkâshivering with it as his lips ghost yours. âHere?â
You hang in his hold, leaning after it.
But he just smiles, âTell me, sweetheartâwhere do you want me?â
Your lip wobbles, brows cinched as your balled fists needily pull him closeâyearning for it.
âEverywhere.â
⥠BNHA â Deku, Kirishima, Hawks ⥠JJK â Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ⥠HQ â Kuro, Oikawa, Miya twins ⥠CSM â Yoshida ⥠BLLK â Reo, Nagi
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tw/ hĂłrny èx bf, hè Ăs Ă crèèp, nĂ´ncĂ´n, èxplĂŻcĂŻt ând nsfw thèmès.
Itâs hard to break up with someone like him because he doesnât get the hint- itâs been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.
Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.
He bangs on your door- at first heâs gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you donât open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell Itâs not working.
He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesnât like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. Thatâs why you broke up with him in the first place.
Itâs not really a break up to him though because youâre just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.
âYn! YN OPEN UP!â But you donât. Youâre really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.
His pupils are dilated at this point, heâs feeling so crazy right now, itâs aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.
Itâs your fault, you know.
Itâs your fault that youâre so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands⌠he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you donât know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.
Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.
And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. âYn!~~~â he calls out your name with affection but you still donât respond.
Weird.
So he decides to check if youâre home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and⌠a lot of other other things.
First to fall of course itâs gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.
And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.
Oh, so you must be done..
He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesnât have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesnât give a fuck.
He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place⌠but too bad he wants you.
And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesnât mind you can because heâs missed your voice a lot.
âHi baby.â He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.
You look so sexy like this I canât help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.
Youâre just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. Itâs your fault and now youâre going to have to help him out.
âW-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?â You finally say something to him, even though youâre screaming at him like a maniac, he doesnât mind.
âI canât help it baby you know I love you and I canât live without you-and Iâm so horny right now.â He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.
He needs to touch you right now.
âI told you you couldnât break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.â He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.
His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.
He is way too strong for you.
âCome on now- look at me? Iâm so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuckâŚâ he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.
So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.
This is gonna get you so weak for him.
âLet me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.â He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.
You have missed him too.
He smiles. âI bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- Iâm doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.â He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.
You whimper, youâve always been so weak for him.
He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And heâs going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.
âOh look at you baby- youâve already started to get wet.â He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, âf-fuck. Youâre so fucking bad for this.â You moan out. He knows that youâre trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.
Him.
âI know yn.. but fuck- youâre my bad habit.â He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.
âNghhh fuck.â You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- heâs so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.
Thatâs how you like it.
His mind is in a frenzy because the noises youâre making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.
He wonât let you fall.
He will make you cum in his tongue.
âUgh fuck..â he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, youâre giving him so much.
And he knows youâre already going to cum.
âA-Agh fuck donât stop- donât fuckin stop.â You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.
He can kill anyone for you.
âO-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.â He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.
His teeth graze your clit.
âShould I fuckin bite? Since youâre so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..â he barely manages to speak because youâre suffocating him and youâre going to cum.
âYou can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.â
BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku
JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna
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yan!shigaraki would pathetically fist his cock to pictures and videos he took of you when he believes you didnât notice him. he follows you to your job, hangouts with your friends, and basically everywhere you go whenever he can; and if he canât heâll just sent one of the league members to watch you and report back to him. when shigaraki is playing his dating sims, he imagines the gameâs love interest who is complimenting him is you. he only watches pornos if the person is a dom and shares some of the same figures as you.
shigaraki fantasizes about you pulling his hair and calling him names while also praising him and holding him close. he wants your lips to steal his first kiss, your hands and mouth to give him bruises and mark him as yours, and he wants you to have your way with him as you take his virginity.
when shigaraki sneaks inside your bedroom through your suspiciously open window, he goes to still whatever things he thinks you wonât notice are missing until he comes across a piece of paper that was being spot lit by your desk lamp. he walked towards the paper that was written in red ink spelling âsurpriseâ. then out of nowhere you jump up from your hiding spot to tackle him onto your bed and put on quirk canceling handcuffs on him (where did you even get those?? he wondered).
you glared down at shigaraki like he was a useless insect, he really shouldnât be turned on by this, but he is. your nonchalant expression turned sadistic as you watched your pathetic stalker try to blubber out excuses.
âwell well well, the infamous leader of the league of villains stealing my clothes like a pathetic stalker. this is too funny. i should just call my many hero friends to take your dirty ass away⌠but fortunately for you, i pity you. so hereâs whatâs gonna happen.â
you run your hand down shigarakiâs twitching belly, unzipped the front of his pants, and slipped your fingers into his pre stained boxed to stroke his semi-hard cock into full hardness, all while he was whimpering pitifully and jerking his hips up along the movements of your hand. you watch his face like a hawk, grinning as you watch his expression change to lovesick and pleasure-filled.
âiâm going to give you the best fuck of your life, and in exchange: youâll take me out on a date. we have a deal, stalker?â
shigaraki let out a shaky breath as he could feel the edge almost reach him, he nod his head and tried to resist kissing you right then and there. ây-yes, iâll do whatever you want- oh god! f-fuck me, fuck me please!â he pleaded as his hands gripped onto your bedsheets for dear life.
oh you were gonna have so much fun with him.
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Toxic boyfriend Bakugo who demands photos from you every 30 minutes when you go out with friends, as proof that you didnât lie about where you were and with whom you were going.Â
And you can bet that he zooms every single pixel of the frame, squinting his eyes as he thoroughly analyzes everyone present in the picture, to be sure that itâs indeed your friends.
And God forbid if he catches so much as a blurry sight of someone that resembles a guy (even if itâs just a random man that happened to walk near your group when you took the photo)
Because youâll be up for an exhausting interrogation the moment Bakugo catches that.
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Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:
Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.
But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.
I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.
You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.
By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.
Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:
Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)
Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)
I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....
Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam
What do you guys think?
Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)
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It was cute at first. Itâs all about the nice dates, hugs, and kisses until you wake up with him hovering over you with a knife in his hand, and heâs covered in blood. Murmuring how much he loves you. Wanting to feel you in every way. Your not even worried about whoâs blood heâs covered in, but your worried about getting away from him. Even when youâre in his basement quivering with fear. The thought never leaves your mind. You must get out.
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The Morning After [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]
Title: The Morning After [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]
Synopsis: You wake up in a room youâve never been in to the sight of a man youâve never met.
Word count: 3500ish
Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, degradation, drugging
Memory and time and the world itself are fuzzy, gray things as you wake up. Before the abrupt, awful, heavy awakening, there was nothing--just a dull blackness where you did not exist.Â
Yet thereâs a dim sense as the world returns to you, as your heavy eyes struggle to open, that you are, indeed, alive.Â
Alive and a person, you remember that, too. Alive and a person and... somewhere. You must exist somewhere, that is a basic tenant of existence, isnât it? But as your eyes finally open and the world above you is stark white, too bright, you canât quite remember where somewhere is.
Underneath your head, there is a body. That, too, feels heavy. So you flex it, or at least you try. Your fingers feel like fuzzy sticks but perhaps they are moving when you try to curl your hands. The fuzziness extends all the way through your body, like youâve rolled around in pins and needles and have yet to shake them off.
Breathing--youâre breathing, too. That is a sign that you are alive, that you have returned to the world. Even if your mouth feels dry and sticky, and there is an awful taste in it. You open and close and it almost hurts; thereâs a vaguely wet smacking sound, and the awful taste is amplified by the trace spit that registers against your tongue.
Your head hurts. Your neck, too--specifically one point. Thereâs an instinctive desire to reach for that point, and your arms obey, feeling like heavy lead, until your hand slaps against it. Why does it hurt like that?Â
Itâs a small point of pain, like someone had stuck a needle into your--
And there. There. It all comes flooding back to you. Your name, your life, your world, the moments before it all went dark.Â
You worked the day it all went dark. It was an ordinary day of work, a bit stressful, with moments of reprieve. Your lunch had been soup and rice and a treat: blue raspberry soda from the vending machine. After work, you went grocery shopping--you needed something for dinner--and returned home to your apartment. You remember the sound of the key turning in the door, the surprise that there was a light on in your kitchen--hadnât you turned it off that morning?--and then⌠and thenâŚ
The pain, in your neck. That small point. An awful prickling, like being stung by a bee. Only there was no time to swat it away, and you fell into darkness, the bags of groceries hitting the floor before you did.
That was⌠however long ago. How long had the world been gone? A few hours? A day? Days?
With the returned sense of self, your body seems to want to catch up with your mind, and the sense of buzzing heaviness fades away enough for you to push yourself up onto your elbows. The material underneath you is soft: a bed, a mattress, with plain white cotton sheets.
Youâre in a bed. In a bed, in a room with plain white walls. There is sparse furniture: two wooden dressers, a table, two chairs. There looks to be a folding door--a closet?--and two more doors, besides.Â
Are you in a hospital? Did you pass out, and some kindly neighbor heard the thunk-thunk-thunk of your body and bags falling to the ground, then called for emergency services? It would explain the sparse room, although thereâs no IV in your arm, no machines monitoring your heart rate.Â
It would explain, too, what youâre wearing.
Youâre not wearing the clothes you fell down in. Instead, youâre wearing a cotton nightgown, made from a thick but relatively soft material. There is lace on the collar, which is strange (but not impossible, your mind reminds you) for a hospital. Still. It makes sense. You pry away a thin comforter with still fuzzy hands and see that your shoes are gone; your feet are clad in only soft white socks. That, too, makes sense. You wouldnât be put in a hospital bed with work shoes. That would be silly, and silly things did not belong in hospitals--which must be where you are.
Even though there are no IVs hooked into your arm, and no machines monitoring your heart and blood pressure and many more things, besides. Even though this appears to be some private suite, and you were sure that no hospital would put someone who fainted into a fancy room like this. You werenât wealthy or notable, just a nobody who lived in a mediocre apartment and had a mediocre job and--
The door opens, and a doctor walks in. Or he must be a doctor, because who else would walk in wearing a tailored black suit and a face mask, if you had woken up in a hospital? Which must be where you were--despite all the confusion, and the strange details, and the fact that you had neither the wealth or status to be in a private room like this.
He stops when he sees that youâre sitting up. He must be surprised to see you awake, or perhaps heâs looking you over for signs of continued injury, because the way he stares is a bit unnerving.
You want to ask where you are, and what happened, and if anyone called your emergency contact. But your head still feels heavy, a little cottony, and all that comes out is--
âUm.â The word comes out all dry and croaked, and youâre suddenly aware of your dry, parched throat.
âIâll get you water,â the mystery doctor says. He has dark hair and his voice is low, almost neutral. Well, it would be, wouldnât it? Doctors probably had to practice speaking like that; like nothing was wrong, even if youâd clearly had some awful medical episode that required some sort of specialized care with a private room.
He steps away from the door he entered--locks it, too, and isnât that strange?--and walks to the only other door in your suite. When it opens, you realize itâs a bathroom. Just as white and sterile-looking as the main area. Thereâs a squeak of a tap being turned on, and a rush of water, and before long he walks up to you.
Your heavy hands move forward to take the glass, but he takes one look at the trembling and tsks.
âIâll hold it,â he says. The thought makes your stomach squirm but, he would know best, wouldnât he?Â
So you donât protest when he raises the glass lid to your lips, and tips it back so you can take a drink. He doesnât hold it there for long. Just long enough for your throat to feel soothed and damped. Then the glass goes away, and he sets it down on the nearby table before grabbing a chair and placing it near the bed.
He sits.
You stare.
Shouldnât he be taking your vitals, or something? The thought comes softly. Heâs not like any doctor youâve ever seen. And this is not like any hospital room youâve ever been in; even a private suite should have⌠something, right? An IV bag trailing into your arm, a heart rate monitor in case something went wrong.Â
The sense of wrongness hangs in the air as he begins to speak.
âIâm glad youâre awake. I had to guess at your body weight, so I wasnât sure if I had the correct dosage.â
Your brain feels heavy as you ask--
âThe correct dosageâŚâ Dosage, of what? âYou mean, medicine?â
He blinks impassively at you. Then there are wrinkles around his eyes, like he might be smiling.Â
âThe sedative.â
The sedative? The sedative--
Memories come back slow, unwillingly, like dragging your feet through heavy gray slush in the winter.Â
When you opened your apartment door, the kitchen light was on. The kitchen light was on and when you turned, there was something; no, not something. Someone. A man with no mouth--a mask--and cold eyes and there was a glint of silver before it plunged right into your neck.
This wasnât a hospital.
The man in front of you wasnât a doctor.
If you had been hooked up to a heart monitor, it would have no doubt gone haywire in the next moments, as you forced your leaden body to shove back against the wall, your trembling legs getting stuck on the cotton sheets of the bed. There was nowhere to go; the bed was pushed up against the wall and he blocked the only exit.
âYou--you--â The words come out stuttered and tingling, like they arenât even coming out of your mouth. âYou kidnapped me.â
He eyes your sudden skittering with nothing more than a moment of raised eyebrows.
âI acquired you,â he corrects, as if that was a correction to be made at all. âTo keep you safe. To keep you away from the filth.â
His words barely register as your breathing speeds up. Youâve been kidnapped. Kidnapped and redressed and taken to some bizarre room by someone who was clearly out of his mind. So you do the only thing you can think to do in an awful situation like this: you bargain.
âPlease,â you say, and the dryness in your throat comes back and makes your words crack. âPlease let me go. I wonât tell anyone. If--if itâs money you want, I donât have much, but I can--â
He raises a gloved hand.
âPlease, this has nothing to do with money. I wonât be letting you go.â
You shake your head, like that matters.Â
âWho are you?â You ask, not sure if you really want to know.
The lines around his eyes crinkle again.
âChisaki Kai. Thatâs what you may call me, anyway.â He sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound. âVery few have the privilege of doing that, you know.â
Youâd rather have your freedom than this thing he calls a privilege, but you donât have the wordpower to voice that particular thought.Â
Your fingers cling to the only thing they can: the cotton sheets underneath you. Tighter and tighter, until they almost feel like theyâll cramp up.
âWhy did you bring me here?â There are tears in your eyes now, and you can see his gaze begin to follow them as they trickle down your cheeks.
âTo protect you,â is all he offers, before slapping his thighs and standing up. âNow, itâs time to get up.â
A million awful scenarios rush through your head at once, leaving you feeling sick. What is he going to do to you? Is he going to hurt you? Kill you? Are you just one in a long line of people heâs brought to this room, all drugged and hazy, before he kills them and does who knows what with the bodies?
You shake your head.
He tsks from behind the mask. There are no crinkles around his eyes, now.
âGet up,â he orders. Softly, yes, but thereâs a finality and firmness to his tone that makes your wobbly legs push towards the end of the bed as if you were an automaton.Â
âWhy?â You squeak out. If heâs going to kill you, will he tell you, first?
He turns around and repositions the chair so that itâs back at the table, and pulls out the second. His hands hover around you as he guides you on jelly-like legs to sit down.Â
âItâs time for breakfast.â A simple answer, like you had met him on the street and asked the time. Like he didnât just admit to drugging you and kidnapping you.Â
âIâm not hungry,â comes the automatic answer. Youâre not. Your stomach feels empty, but itâs wrenched; from fear and stress and gallons of adrenaline.
âYou will eat breakfast,â he says, just as automatically. âYou will eat everything on your plate, as well. Iâve calculated out the perfect nutrition for your needs.â Thereâs a bit of a smile to his voice, even though it doesnât seem to reach his eyes.
The wooziness in your body, the fresh horror creeping from your skull down to your toes, keeps you rooted to the chair while he briefly leaves. When he returns, heâs carrying a tray--it reminds you of a hospital tray, despite everything--with a modest amount of bland, healthy looking food on it.
Your stomach turns.
--
The rest of your day comes in awful little vignettes, all blurry black around the edges, only becoming clearer when he explains the rules to you. Itâs an awful form of clarity.
He doesnât call them âthe rules,â but thatâs what theyâre meant to be, certainly. He lays them out so simply, almost sickly sweet. Like youâve been brought to some boarding school and are getting shown the ropes.
The thought of ropes makes you feel sick. But he hasnât tied you up, and thatâs some small relief.
Or it would be, if it werenât for the rest of those black-rimmed vignettes that fill up your day.Â
When he picks out an outfit--a simple dress, a pair of clean underwear, and soft socks--and turns around, telling you to get changed. He wonât look, as long as you behave; as long as you donât make a fuss.
When he shows you the dresser, the closet, the bathroom, the empty shelves. Tells you that if you behave, youâll get rewarded; with books and paper and pencils. That the better you are, the happier youâll be here, he says. Like you had any control over the situation at all.
When he makes you eat lunch and tells you to chew your food more slowly, more thoroughly. It helps with digestion, he says. Youâll get an upset stomach otherwise. As if you arenât fighting the urge to gag with every bite you take--as if the reason youâre feeling queasy isnât sitting in front of you with a mask on his face.
When you tell him, teary eyed, that you want to go home and burst into sobs but he merely waits until your hiccuping shoulders have ceased to move and tells you: âThis is your home now. Iâll take care of you. Crying is only going to work you into hysterics.âÂ
When you refuse to eat dinner--your first act of rebellion, such as it is--and he simply sighs, leans back, and tells you that if you refuse to eat, you will go to the clinic and be fed through an IV.
âWould you like that?â Honey drips bitterly from each word.
You would, in fact, not like that.Â
The spoon trembles when you lift it, but the soup goes inside your mouth, all the same.
--
âBut why do you have to watch me?â The words come out dry and scratched. If you were home, you would brew yourself a cup of tea and drizzle in a modest amount of honey for good measure. You, however, are far from home.
âItâs my job to look after you.â Even if he wasnât wearing the mask, youâd have no idea what he looks like right now, because you can only manage to stare at the tiles on the bathroom floor. Below you are your bare feet, feeling shakier than ever; above, your cheeks are burning so hot it almost hurts.Â
âYou donât have to⌠Iâve always--what I mean is--I can do this myself,â is what you manage, fists clenching at the soft fabric of your dress. It felt flimsy enough all day--how much flimsier, then, if you were to pull it over your head and let him see you bared?Â
âIâm sure you think that.â Thereâs something like a smile in his voice, and itâs a smile you hope to never see. âBut the reason youâre here is that you can't take care of yourself. Now,â he says, with an air of finality. âRemove your clothing and step into the tub.â
Thereâs no room for argument. No room for pleading, no room to change his mind. Thereâs only one thing that you can do to end the situation, and that's to do exactly what he wants: take off your dress, your underwear, even your white padded socks, and sit in the clear water while he stares at your naked body.Â
âIâll turn around while you get undressed.â
Itâs a wonder that you donât burst out laughing.Â
Instead, you fight back tears and look up, staring at the still back of the man who has turned your world into a frizzy, confusing mess in a matter of 24 hours.Â
Despite the warmth of the water steaming up the room, you shiver. Your heart might as well be in your ears, for how well you can hear it pounding. That haziness from the morning returns, a sort of numbness as your fingers clench the fabric of the dress and you pull up, up, up, slipping it over your head and dropping it on the floor.Â
The underwear takes longer to remove. So long that you worry heâll turn around, and thatâs what finally has you yanking the fabric down, has you stepping out of them and then--like an automaton cranked too tightly--rushing to step into the tub.
Water splashes around you as you settle, pulling your knees up to cover what you can.
He turns around and, of all things, kneels next to the tub. If he touches you--if he reaches for the sponge and tries to wash you--you think youâll scream.
But his hands stay where they are, resting on his knee.
You look at his hands, and not his face. Thereâs nothing you want to see less than his eyes right now.
âMost people donât know how to bathe properly,â he tells you, as if instructing you on something of high importance. And it probably is, to him. You can sense the beginning of some long speech, a list of things you must do in the bath, just as he gave you a list of things you must do when dressing, when eating, when everything.
âI know how to wash myself,â you mumble, feeling hot around the ears.
He doesnât bother acknowledging you, and a further rush of shame flushes through your chest and threatens to jump out and migrate to the wobbling knees pressed against it.Â
Instead, he points--you follow his hands, still unable to look anywhere else--to a line of cloths and brushes hanging from hooks on the wall of the tub.Â
âTheyâre color-coded,â he offers, almost cheery. âPink is for the initial scrubbing, to slough away the initial dirt and dead skin. Blue is for cleansing with antibacterial soap. Purple is for rinsing.â His fingers tap the brushes. âThe same for the brushes, for your back.â
Thereâs a moment where you think he might actually grab the cloth and wash you, but thankfully, his hands return to their former position.Â
A moment more--two or three, at least--and he clears his throat.
âStart with your legs. Most people do not scrub their legs well enough, and it leads to an excess amount of dead skin.â Thereâs a bit of distaste in his voice at the mention of dead skin. Your thoughts go to the gloves on his hands, the mask, the insistence on making sure you get clean enough in this tub of his.
You grab the pink cloth. Dip it in the hot water, and start scrubbing at your knee.
He clears his throat again, and your stomach drops.
âPut your legs down. Scrub under the water, so the dead skin doesnât accumulate on the cloth.âÂ
No. No. No-no-no-no-no. Itâs what you want to say, a simple word, a clear word.
But the word is stuck in your mouth, and youâre left with nothing to do but let your knee slide down, one, then the other.
He can see you. He can see you.
The thought makes the held-up tears finally come, bubbling out like soap. Something childish in you glances at him, then, hoping for pity--for disturbance, for him to wonder if perhaps heâs doing the right thing.
But the only thing you see in his eyes is a flash of impatience.
âIf you take too long,â he says, over your sniffles, âthe water will not be hot enough to disinfect. Weâll have to start over, at that point.â Start over and--would he want to take over, fed up with your clear incompetence?Â
And so you get back to work, the colored-coded cloth scraping at your skin, and you can only hope youâre doing it well enough to avoid dragging out the bath any longer than possible.
âDonât forget behind your knees,â he murmurs. Despite not looking at him, you can feel his eyes on you. Watching. Assessing.Â
And thatâs what he does: assess. Because the comments donât stop, even as you move on to cleansing and rinsing and everything else heâs ordering you to do.
Wash this. Scrub that. Do it gently, do it harder. Use this soap and only one pump--donât wash your hair like that, it causes breakage--let me test the water to make sure itâs hot enough.Â
--
That night, on clean sheets, in a clean nightgown, with a clean body, you cry yourself to sleep.Â
And in the morning, when you wake up, youâre still here.
And Overhaul still comes in through the door, breakfast tray in hand, a smile hidden behind his mask.
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Platonic yandere shigaraki HCS with a younger sister who's the daughter of AFO? (Since he's readers adopted older brother since AFO adopted shigaraki)
Yandere Older Brother Shigaraki Tomura
âThis is the little sibling I was telling you about. Would you like to hold them?â
âBut my quirkâ!â
âNot this time. Trust me.â
It was hard not to pull his cradled arms away when AFO unswaddled and slowly lowered the baby down
Visions of his pastÂ
His quirkâs awakening flashed violent through his mindÂ
Tightly shutting his eyes in fearÂ
he feels the warmth and substantial weight in his arms
Opening his eyes to see a darling little baby cooing at him
Giving a gummy smile when he lets out a little chuckle in disbelief
âThis is (Y/n). Youâre little sibling.â
âMy little-?â
âYes. Will you protect them?
âYES!â
From then on it was history
Itâs been him and his newfound family against the worldÂ
Even with his old notfamily he wasnât the oldest
And now youâre immune to his power letting him connect with you in a way he just canât with others
All that being said heâs a doting big brother
â(Y/n). Are you giving the nanny trouble?â
âPsh! It was only a mud pie!â
âReally? That doesnât sound so bad.âÂ
âThey threw it in my face!!â
âIt was meant for the pillow! Honest!â
âIf (Y/n) said it was meant for the pillow then it was meant for the pillow I see no problem here.â
Because AFO is AFO the way youâre raised will really dictate how he watches over you
If heâs not the only one doting on you but your father dearest as well you can expect to always be miles away from the action
Kept in the boonies or shipped across the world
If AFO demands it you will see no such thing as a world he doesnât create
But if youâre just another tool of his then you both will start to get competitive
âAwww heard about the little incident in Kamino! Heard you couldnât get the job done!â âAnd I heard about your little excursion with the American division.â
âPft! it was more so just a distraction.â
âOh yeah? Is your enemy weakened and out of the game for good?â
âGrrrr.â
âThatâs what I thought little Padawan!â
âGrrr shut up!â
If AFO completely ignores you and keeps you only because Tomura wants itÂ
Or because you have too many features like your late uncle
Heâs dealing with a rebellious little sibling that heâs intent on tracking down
Whether youâve decided to side with the heroes or strike out on your own
He will make it everyoneâs problem that youâre not in his custody
âYou seem to forget (Y/n) that as your older brother, Iâm going to protect youâŚwhether you like it or not.â
In whichever universe you are the apple of his eye
And he refuses to let you leave it
Whatever plan AFO has for him can wait if it doesnât mean you safely within his grasp
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Not the thought of yandere!Boyfriend that would tie up some random guy that was flirting with you and then fuck you in front of them.Them squirming against the ropes watching your tear filled eyes. Loud moans and your boyfriends fat fucking cock pushing into you at a brutal pace. Their cock straining against their jeans. âLook baby heâs hard.â You couldnât process your boyfriends words until his hand wrapped around your throat Pulling you flushed against his front. âI said look slut.â your eyes glancing back at the man tied to the chair. âGood girl.. Now cum for me baby. Show him what heâll never get.â
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Youâre tucked in the furthest side of the bed, facing away from the door when Shigaraki enters the room. You hear something soft drop, his coat, maybe, and then he starts approaching you.
The main benefit of him and the others joining the PLF is that heâs busier, and you have more time to be alone. Sure, thereâs more security here, more people and less chance for you to run away, but you gave up on that a while ago.
The last time youâd tried escaping, heâd put a hand around your throat, and used the other to disintegrate the already torn clothing you had on your body. Then, he-
He calls your name. His voice is quiet, cautious.
You silently wish the sheets would eat you alive, and sit up, meeting his gaze. You donât think the redness of his eyes matches the softness of the look he gives you, nor the small smile on his chapped lips.
Tomura canât help but think you look cute, but you always look cute. His fingers twitch, and he thinks about holding you close and kissing the sleepiness from your face.
Instead he seats himself on the edge of the bed, slowly, as though approaching a startled animal. âAre you alright? How has your day been?â
You shrug, eyes drifting to stare down at your lap. He hates it when youâre like this.
âHey, can you say something to me?â
â⌠Like what?â Your voice is hoarse and your throat is dry. You wish heâd leave you alone, wish heâd let you go back to sleep. Wish you wouldnât wake up from it.
He recalls a time where you were the one who was chatty, having a nervous habit of talking about anything you could. Heâs not sure if you did it to distract him or yourself. It didnât take long for you to grow quiet.
He smiles at you, but he doesnât look very happy. âAnything.â
You stare at him, and the smile falls a little.
âIs- Is there anything you want me to get for you? Anything on your mind? Anything you want to eat for dinner later?â
You shake your head, and he leans in a little closer to you, causing your body to shift uncomfortably.
âWe can go out, if youâd like,â he suggests, tone low and almost soothing. âYou used to ask about going to a dessert place, we can do that now. Or, if you want to stay in Iâll have someone bring us desserts. If not dessert, savoury food⌠Iâll have the chef make us your favourite- or, you your favourite. I wonât sit and eat with you if you donât want me to. I donât mind what, just- just tell me what you want.â
You eat less and less every day, and it scares him. You scare him. He knows itâs his own fault, though, that your silence and sadness and fear is something he himself moulded into you.
He used to find it funny when you cried, or worse, found your tears and protests would make his pants tighten around him, and his hands twitch with need. Tomuraâs not sure when that stopped, but now the sight of your tears makes him feel sick, makes him wish to tear his own skin off, to claw his eyes out, to crawl into a ball and wither away.
He hopes the idea of dessert or whatever else will put some sort of spark back in your eyes, maybe itâll make you look less lifeless and defeated.
âIâm⌠not hungry,â you say, slowly.
Heâs getting frustrated, but not at you. Never at you, not anymore.
âWe donât have to eat. Do you want to go out? You used to ask to go out to the park, thereâs a park nearby, it shouldnât be too far of a walk.â
You donât seem to like that suggestion, as you bury your head in your arms, bringing your knees up to your chest and shaking your head.
Tomura understands why. You used to get punished a lot for asking to go outside. The last time you had properly gone out, aside from when everyone was all on the run, had been when youâd ran away. He doesnât want to remember what he did that day, and heâs sure you donât either.
You had reassured him as he was dragging you back that you were going to come back, that you just wanted to go out for a bit to sit in the park. You were probably telling the truth, but it didnât save you.
â⌠Cry, if you want to. You can scream at me. Hit⌠Hit me. Itâs alright. I wonât be upset.â
You donât want to do that. You donât really want to do anything. You wish heâd leave you alone, though. Wish youâd keep shrinking and shrinking until he stopped noticing you at all.
He reaches a hand towards your face, and you flinch, eyes squeezing shut for a moment.
âIâm not going to hurt you. Itâs⌠Itâs alright. Please donât be afraid.â
He knows itâs stupid to say. Youâre always afraid when heâs around.
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tw yandere + forced marriage
inspo from american wedding by frank ocean + animal by sir chloe
"i feel like i'm behaving like an animal when i'm with you." he would mutter, his voice always low, resting with his leg on top of yours, his arm wrapped around your torso.
you wished it was only the night you met him, and you never asked to meet him again.
.. â. *. â ..
"i'm asking politely, so write your name. then you'll finally be married to me."
you looked at him through your white veil like he was an animal.
"do we have to?" your voice is slightly shaky as you spoke, giving away your vulnerability. "i mean, we- we didn't even have a proper wedding. why don't we do that first?"
you were just trying to buy time before you had to write your name in that fancy cursive.
"just sign it. we have to turn these in, y'know."
he was getting impatient.
that was never good.
"can i keep my last-"
"no."
he took the pen and paper from your hands, forging your signature.
you were no longer (y/n) (l/n).
you were (y/n) (new last name).
you lost the last part of who you really were before you met him.
he ruined everything.
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#yandere#yandere x reader#tw yandere#yandere x darling#yandere oc#yandere x you#yandere male#male yandere#yandere x y/n#angst#yandere haikyuu#haikyuu#yandere bnha#bnha#yandere genshin#genshin impact#jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#i am cumtastic
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⥠TW: NSFW, dubcon, bathroom sex, bullying, overall just really filthy smut, virgin insert, virginity loss, somewhat dom reader, somewhat bully reader, somewhat yandere reader
⥠FEM reader
You look like one of those girls that never smiles. Like, if he were to take that empty seat next to you in the lecture hall, youâd scowl with stink eyes and then proceed to fully ignore him. Yeah, a real bitch. That's what you look likeâscary. He bets all your socials are filled with the same pictureâthe same deadpanned pouty face over and over, every single one with hundreds of likes and comments saying âWow, babe!â followed by a dozen emojis from besties and horny admirers. Selfies in the mirror, showing off skin in your tight tops and short skirtsâsimilar to the outfit youâre wearing now. Captions saying, âYou can look, but you could never touch.â Yeah, he bets youâre a real attention whore. And the worst part is that youâre not even overselling, either. Youâre gorgeousâeven with that sour look on your face, heâd pay cold, hard-earned cash in exchange for a pair of your worn panties.
Yeah, thereâs no way heâd dare sit next to you. Heâs already sweating bullets just thinking about it. Even though youâre one in a million similar girls who wouldnât give him the time of day, he's still one in a million loser incels who would do anything for it. And thatâs the cold reality.
Even if heâd like to get just a whiff of your sweet perfume, he canât. The status quo forbids it. Heâs afraid the jocks will smell fresh blood in the water the moment he does, then swarm him in a matter of seconds, circling before tearing him to shreds. Theyâd beat him to a pulp in the bathroom, smash his head in over the sinkâpiss in the toilet, then flush it down with his bloodied faceâand heâd have to walk reeking of it all the way home.
So, noâhe really canât sit next to you.Â
But no other seats are available, and the lecture is starting soonâŚÂ
Why did absolutely everyone decide to show up today?
Oh fuck it, this isnât high school. College bullies surely donât bother with petty cases like this, right? Theyâre all about their frat initiations and rivalries to have enough spare time to beat him up over improper seating. Oh, but what if youâre one of their girlfriendsâyouâll tell on him, and then heâll definitely be beaten up, maybe even killed.
No. Heâs overthinkingâlike always. No one is that mean. If you donât like him sitting there, youâll just tell him. And heâll move. No harm done. Right? Heâs not sitting in the stairwell when thereâs a perfectly good and empty seat right there, right? Is he?
Yes. Yes, he is.Â
âHey, if youâre looking for a seat, this oneâs empty,â a sweet voice calls out over his inner monologue, making him clutch the strap of his bookbag tighter with a flinch of his entire rigid bodyâhis eyes peeled as he looked around to try and find the source of the sound even though he knew where it had come from. Itâs as if the possibility of your voice sounding like anything aside from a she-demon was out of the question. But no, it is you.Â
But thereâs no way youâre talking to him, so he looks around againâthere must be someone else in need of the seat aside from him. But then, why are you looking right at him? Are you pulling some type of prank? Are you really that cruel? Youâre probably filming him or somethingâlive-streamingâthe chatâs blaring with ew, what a creep and omg, uggo alert right about now. He should just go home before the jocks, along with the rest of the internet, can get him.
âAre you okay?â you askâbut no, he must be hearing you wrongâthereâs just no way, even though youâre looking right at him. âI think itâs starting soonâyou should probably sit.â
Itâs as if his fight or flight response is broken because he does the exact opposite of eitherâas if on autopilot, sitting down in a rush against his better judgment.
The lecture starts shortly, solidifying his choice, but he canât pay attention. No, he needs to keep his guard up. Any second now, someoneâs going to do a drive-by and throw a milkshake at him or something vile of the like, and youâll have filmed it all even though he canât spot you holding a phoneâand then the entire hall would burst into laughter at his expense.
âPstââ A soft whisper comes from next to him, from between the gloss of your pretty lips. You smell like candy and fruit, and it makes his gut tightenâboth from anxiety and something more shameful. âIâm sorry to bother you, but do you have a pen I could borrow? Mineâs all outâa ink.â
You give him an awkward smile, and he very nearly runs away. But no, heâs glued to the seatâwith nervously wrecked hands shaking as he bends for his bag and unzips it, reaching for his pencil case painfully slow as if disarming some type of bomb. Redoing the same when he opens the case and rummages for a viable pen he could offer.
When he hands it to you, heâs almost sure you plan to stab him with it. But you do no such thing.
âThanks, youâre a lifesaver!â You cheer instead, beaming with a much brighter smile than before. âI owe you!â
His ears ring with your praise. Blushing beat red as he rips away from your gazeâstill unable to focus on what the professor is preachingânot when from out of the corner of his eye, he can see you sucking on his pen like a lollypopâor something else not so innocent.
Oh, heâd been so wrong.
So, so, so very wrong.
You do smile. You smile a lot, actually. You just have one of those faces that rests bitchy. But still, bubbly airhead or not, a girl like you still shouldn't be seen with a loser like him. Itâs social suicide. And still, youâre on your knees before him in a dirty little bathroom stallâthe same dirty bathroom stall he feared getting a swirlie, scraping the walls with his nails to try and thwart his assailantsâonly, now clutching the walls for a much different reason, holding on for his mortal soul as you seek to suck it out of his fat throbbing cock.
You want to repay himâyouâd saidâfor the pencil. He hadn't understood why youâd winked at him before youâd all but dragged him off and flung him inside the menâs bathroom, having his very life flash before his eyes.
You both make the sloppiest sounds as you make an utter mess on and of him, making him cry on all frontsâcock weeping with thick pearly beads of pre while his eyes well up with tears down his flushed face, all sweaty with panic and bliss.Â
The moans springing from his chest are virginal and raw and sweet music to your ears, panting for you like a puppyâyouâre sure they can hear him out in the hallway when passing by. One of his hands clasps itself on top of his mouth, holding tightly to keep it all withinâeyes shut and brows cinched. And yet, he makes no effort to shove you offâhips left jerking and jittering in response to your refined technique where you take him deeply, all the way down to the base, hallowing your cheeks, throttling him with your throat as your tongue wipes his creamy slit clean.
Itâs painfully clear heâs never experienced anything like it, but thatâs what turns you on the most. Sick as you are, you could suck him dry and savor every drop of him, knowing youâre the first ever to get a taste. But no, by now, your pussyâs so soaked you feel yourself dripping past the soggy lace of your panties, running down your soft thighs in waste.
Heâs misty-eyed when you pull off with an ever-cruel popâa sick mix of relief and sorrow warping his chest, feeling conflicted by the pulse making him think heâs on the verge of a heart attack if you continueâand another strumming his cock, making him think heâs going to keel over and die if you leave him unfinished.
Even so, heâs in a state of complete shell shock as you mount him on top of the toilet seat heâs melting against. Chest heaving, watching you as you lift your skirt up and peal your slick underwear to the side for him to lay his bleary swiveled eyes on your bared and dripping pussy.
âI love nice guys like youââ you moan, pouring the honeyed words down his throat as you ghost his parted lips with your spit-slicked ones, straddling his lap and shimmying ever closer until your tits squish against his chest. âThey make me so wet, I lose all self-control.âÂ
He gulps in your shadow, looking up at you for mercyâcock twitching painfully between your thighs as your wrap your hand around his base real snug, giving him a nice tug as you line him up with your needy heatâmaking him all but squeal beneath you.
Your other hand makes its way into his hair, braiding your fingers within the locks to hold him steadyâgently pulling his head back while leering down at him like caught prey. Playing with him just so, teasing him with your words, all in your sultry voice, making his head spin hot with a fever, âYouâll be a good boy and fuck me, wonât you? Pretty please?â
His breaths are heavy and wet, coming out shaky with his instant answer, âY-yesââ all weak in a pathetic whimper that almost has you cum too soon.
âYouâre so nice~ thank you,â you croon against his lips, kissing him sloppily with your tongue in his mouth as you shift your hips and start lowering your sopping cunt down upon his seeking length, taking him in with greedy ease, eagerly gripping his soft cockhead like a toy in a claw machine.
âFhuâfuckââ he stutters under his breath, whinging before planting his teeth into his lip to keep it at bayâfeeling like putty beneath you, sweaty and heavy and dumb, eagerly wanting all which you sought to give himâonly more flushed at your mean undertones as you play with him like food on a silver platter.
You sling your arms around his neck and push your chest harder against him, moaning all too brazenly, âOh! Fuck yesâthatâs so good,â you sing while slowly taking him in further. âA nice guy with a big bad bullyâs dick is the best!âÂ
He whines in return as his inches get eatenâeach devoured one by one until his tip kneads into the mouth of your womb.
Sighing happily, you kiss his cheek and put your lips right at his ear with another wanton whimper, âYou fill me up so so good.â Roosting on the size, thighs resting flush against his, feeling all giddy as it stretches you out oh-so-nicely. âSuch a good toy-cock for me,â keening at the way it twitches inside you, pulsing in response to your tight walls, clenching it in ways itâs never before felt.
His eyes are already rolling back into his skull once you start lolling your hipsâriding him, but keeping him deep at all timesâlifting just enough for it to pull out only a little before sinking back down, making it settle into that perfect needy little spot inside you that makes your whole body shiver in delight.
âMmh,â You suck his ear lobe, releasing it with a soft bite, before smiling down at him and his sweat-pilled expression. Cooing at him, âYouâre a virgin, arenât you?â
He canât even answer with words anymore, only giving a dumb mewl as he nods his head. But, of course, youâre already well aware.
âMmhââ your eyes gleam with delight, giving his lap a mean ride, leaving him all but breathless, before asking, âDâyou like it, virgin boy? âYou like my pussy? Like the way it milks your chubby cock for your cum?â
He nods again, even more eagerly this timeâlooking downright pathetic in every sense of the word.
âDo you want to?â you offer to his desperation, feeling as though heâs falling apart at your fingertips, needing you to hold him together. âIâll let you since youâre such a sweet guyââ you tease while clenching his cock, making it impossible to want anything else no matter the consequence. âIn exchange for a favor, of course.â
He couldnât care less what the favor wasâway beyond willing to pay any price you ask of him as he finally makes a move and grabs your hips with a strength you hadnât thought he had the balls to perform, planting you down firmly and holding you with such need as his hips jitter and stutterâresting his cheek on your shoulder in drool and tears with a lovesick groan leaving him as he fills your pussy up with his creamy spend.
His whole body shakesâspasming in cute little aftershocks as he clutches onto your body, hugging you tightly.
You respond in kind, cuddling him and kissing the top of his head. âThat was so warm and fillingâwhat a good boyâyou did so well,â you murmur ever-sweetly while petting his head, combing through his sweaty locks with your long glitter-pink nailsâkeeping your voice saccharine. âDid you enjoy yourself, hm? Your first time cumming in pussy instead of your dirty olâ sock?â
You pick his face upâcupping his sloppy jaw in both palmsâhis eyes half-mast and glazed as you nose-kiss him with a smile on your face.
âYou loved it, didnât you? Silly virgin boyâŚâ
Your cunt tingles at the sight of himâwrecked beauty, sweaty and undone. You feel his cock unswell inside you and decide to lift off and release himâletting it flop out and splat on his tummy in a puddle of slick.
âLook,â you fuss, holding his face in direction of it. âYou made such a pretty messâisnât it lovely?â
Your pussy is left glistening and puffy, still wanting and waiting for its final hurrah. Your breath turns headier and so does your voice, now with a new darkness to it as you whisper, âTime for that favor, sweet boy.âÂ
He blinks dumbly, impossibly hopeless, wrapped so tightly around your pinky itâs pitiful. Of course, you take advantageâguiding his head to level with your cunt.Â
âOpen wide, tongue out flat.â
He obeys wordlessly. And oh god it makes your gut stir viscouslyâwatching his tongue loll free between parted lips.
Your voice flares with bliss at the sight, shy of unhinged, as you giggle breathily, âThatâs rightâtaste the pretty mess you made.â
Heâs pushed face-first, trapped between your thighs with his jaw like an open cup beneath you, tonguing the mixed slick from your slit and slurping it all up without shame.
And fuckâit feels so good, you lose even more of your mind while tugging him even closerâall but pulling him off the toilet seat, making him kneel down on the floor instead. And still, he makes no effort to escape, but the oppositeâseeking to go deeper into your cunt, crying into you as he laps up every last drop of yours and his arousalâmaking your thighs quake around him, grinding down against his mouth, onto his eager tongue, having it pet your clit over and over until you also come to the same sudden stumbling halt.
âYesâyes! Oh, fuck! Iâm gonnaâitâs comingââ
And there it goes, ripping along your loins, surging from your lower belly. With both your hands tangled harshly in his hair, heâs not going anywhere, lips locked with yours as it starts pouring.
Youâre squirting on himâhot and hardâon his tongue, inside his mouth, down his throat, in his belly. Youâre squirting on him and heâs drinking it, he realizesâbut even so, he isnât able to stop. Instead, he unwinds his jaw even wider, digs his tongue deeper, and accepts every drop of the warm stream as it drenches his face and splashes down his collar and shoulders, utterly soaking his shirt, making in see-through as it clings to his chest like a second skin.
Youâve closed your eyes and thrown your head back, basking in every last little twitch of your body as you relieve yourself all over his face.
Finally, after a moment, you let go of his hair and step backâfeeling refreshed and happy with your workâseeing the poor loser sit before the toilet, all drenched and exhausted with his limp cock spent and messy, looking like a beautiful wreck.
You smile, pulling your panties back in place, and you skirt down again before unlocking the stall and opening the door, only looking back at him for a moment, tapping your nail at a few matching pink scribbles written on the wall. âHereâs my number and address if you wanna have more fun." And then you leave, just like that. "Bye-bye~â
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warnings: 18+ thèmès, YĂNDĂRĂ MĂN, ĂśbsĂŤssĂŻĂśn, ĂźnhÍälthy dèvĂ´tĂŻĂ´n, mèntĂŻĂ´ns Ă´f ĂśrĂĄl, kĂŻssĂŻng, mèntĂŻĂ´ns Ă´f sèx, mèntĂŻĂ´ns Ă´f sÚïcĂdè.
Yandere men who are so in love with you, they are head over heels, who think that youâre a miracle, youâre the love of their life, they adore you, absolutely adore you, who adore your body with theirs. Who kiss you like youâre the air, who fuck you like they want you merge you with them. Who make love to you day and night, kissing you until their lips are swollen, fucking you until their legs give out, eating you out until their jaw breaks, who tell you how much they love you until their throat is bleeding. Who would absolutely kill themselves if you ever left them.
âOh my yn⌠you are a miracle- you canât be real- please please let me fuck you- just one taste⌠I just canât get enough of you- youâre like addictive- please I need you so much, donât ever leave me Iâll die without you.â
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subby panty sniffer loser!shigaraki i cant stop thinking abt đ
Shigaraki has always hated you.
Ever since All For One brought you in, and your jaded eyes first met hisâyouâve always goaded an odd, frustrating burn in him. At first, you both merely ignored each otherâs presence. And he has always preferred that. Then things soon got annoying when you started cozying up to him and trying to be friends with him. Itâs fucking irritating and the burn gets worst the closer you press yourself into his space.
All it took for you to switch it up was his unrequited demeanour to your friendliness. Itâs a bit too easy, really. A harsh word or two and a sneer at your face already got him on your bitch-listâjust like everyone else would.
Everybodyâs the same.
And youâre nothing special. Thatâs what he tells himself, repeatedly, over the years. Even when the glow in his belly comes alive whenever you brush pass him, his eyes memorised the curves of your grown body behind the curtains of his shaggy hair and godâthe sweet, head-spinning scent of your underwear that sends his nerves tingling.
Yes, youâre nothing but a pest. A pest who always leaves her clothes in the laundry room, and often finds her panties gone without a trace.
Stupid and forgetful andâ
âWhatâŚthe hell?â
The hair on his nape flew erect, prickly dots snaked beneath his skin in a shot the moment he heard your voiceâlaced in utter disbelief and disgust.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You werenât supposed to collect your laundry this early yet. Werenât you supposed to be training with All for One?!
âSo, youâre the panty thief?â you sneered at him, the same way he would at you. You wouldâve never in a million years even think of the scene in front of youâShigaraki Tomura, who openly despises you, rubbing his cock with your panty? âWhat a joke.â
His pale face grew crimson red from the blood that rushed through his pulsing veins, his pride ripped from his clutch with every blink of your eyes soaking the embarrassing sight of him. God, he wanted to die right then and there. He shouldnât have initially neared your laundry before, he shouldâve ignored the tugging burn that urged him to touch the remnants that enveloped your bare body, and you shouldnât have came here in the first place!
His thoughts are chasing after his sanity, and his heart threatened to beat its hard last. Youâre nearing him and his sweating form with every dreadful step, and his body had the guts to feelâŚexcitedâhis cock throbbed and the familiar burn came roaring through his vessels again.
Just what are you doing to him?
You snatched the damp piece of underwear from his grasp, soaked with his sticky precum, and his cockhead twitched from the lost warmth that previously hugged his shaft.
Heâs now bare, blood continued to pump his cock hard as you stared at the mere size of hisâlength and girth youâd never thought would be hiding behind his dirty clothes; tip flushed in a pretty shade of pale pink, and veins that stemmed from the bush of light blue. His heartbeat thumped loud in his ears as you looked, and he almost lost of your words from the beating.
âIs this some kind of perverted hobby you have? I always knew youâre weird, but not to this extent,â you threw your underwear aside before shoving him, his back roughly bumped into the wall behind. Fuck, he doesnât know what to sayâand what to do other than to watch how youâre reacting to this twisted mess.
Youâre staring at his twitching cock when his gaze flickered to your face, his hot panting hazed the air and it scorched your cheeks in a burnt shade. What are you thinking?
âItâs only fair for me to touch you after youâve been jerking off to my panty, right?â itâs almost a reassurance for your own self than to him. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as you wrapped your hand around his throbbing member.
âW-What are you doing?!â he bit his bottom lip to muffle a moan, fingers curling into fists against the wall, nails poking into his flesh.
âEntertaining myself with a freak like you,â you snickered, stroking his veiny shaft with your cold fingers. Shigaraki shuddered to your touch, the nerve-numbing burn soaring through his stomach as his chest rose and fell quicker by the second.
âGet your d-dirty hand off of me,â his breath hitched as he stretched his throat, pushing his head against the cool wall. His toes curled as you pumped his length, and his nerves tingled from the sight of you staring at his cock with that look in your eyes.
âYou seem to enjoy it, hm? I thought you hated me, I canât believe youâve been busting over my fucking panty. Do you have a crush on me or what?â
âY-YouâŚhnghâbitch!â
âI didnât know a mutt could talkâŚmuch less call me a bitch?â your grip tightened, unforgivingly so around his slippery cockhead, earning a pretentious gruntâwhich tumbled out of his chapped lips in the form of a pathetic moan. âWhat was that? You sound like a little girl,â his cheeks burned in embarrassment as you made fun of him, your snickers ringing in his hazy mind, taunting the pleasure that piled over his nerves. âI want an apology, you perverted loser.â
âN-No wayânngh!â Shigarakiâs sweat-glazed body jolted from every painful twist of your fingers, his thighs shaking from the way youâve been abusing his cock; flashes of bloody ruby glinted from behind his greasy bangs. Itâs funny, really. He thought he looks all fierce and intimidating when actually, heâs nothing but a slutty mess holding back his drool.
âItâs not a fucking request,â your hand wretched his face closer to yours, his eyes nearly melting under your flinty gaze.
âF-Fuwahâaanh!â his hips drew backwards in creeping sensitivity, and a loud slick sound bounced off of the lewd-seen walls as your nails flicked in contact with his twitching red tip.
âYou know Iâm impatient, hm? So hurry,â your thumb hastily rubbed over his leaking slit, splattering his pre-cum all over the both of your clothes. His body shook into your arms, jerking and whining as his hands scrambled to hold onto you for support.
âMmmgh! Haaââ his weight slopped onto your body, and his heavy head rest against your shoulder as you continued to stoke his throbbing fat girth with your tightening grip. âSoâaangh! S-Sorry, mâsorry!â
âAww, who knew youâd sound cute when you all whiney,â your other hand rose to tilt his chin, his ruby eyes glistening with tears of desperation, drool slipping past his mouth as he clenched his teeth. âWhat a pathetic face.â
His hips pistoned into your hand, clumsily rocking forward and messing up the fine rhythm of strokes you had, his moans sounding more and more breathyâyou could tell he was at the near edge. Drawing your face closer to him, your soft lips met his cracked ones just as a crooked cry leaped out of his dry throat, and you could feel his hot cum shooting onto your shirt, staining your top white with the smell of him.
Shigaraki stayed unmoving, merely gulped as you licked and wet his lips with your tender tongue, your saliva mixing and dripping down his chin. The burn in him wasnât just a flame anymore, it had exploded into chains of reactionâhis heart squeezed and insides bursted into a sloppy, chaotic mess.
Does he have a crush on you?
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(Dark!) BNHA: Toxic Relationship
âśÂ 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.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
Let me know if you like this reaction format or what đ
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Hawks
âY/n is a real clutz, yâknow. Canât even walk on even ground without tripping over her own feet.â
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 theyâve ever heard.Â
âThatâs adorable.â the woman laughs, âMaybe it has something to do with the fact that she has no quirk? I believe you said she is quirkless, right?â
Keigo chuckles, nodding as he crosses an ankle over his knee.
âShe sure is. Canât even imagine what type of quirk sheâd have, sheâs just not the type.â
Your hand grips the remote tighter. What does he mean by that? Does he think youâre 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. Heâs 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.Â
âGoing Pro Hero leaves little time for myself, so sadly I donât really have much time for hobbies. Wish I had.â he says humbly. âMy girlfriend has lots of them, though.â
You inhale sharply. Not again.Â
For your misfortune, the woman gets interested.
Perhaps because itâs an exclusive interview and her network channel gave her orders to squeeze every drop of information they can get on Hawksâ personal life.Â
âWhat type of hobbies? She looks like sheâs a great cook.â she tries to guess, but Keigo bursts laughing, holding his belly in an exaggerated mannerism.Â
âNah, cooking isnât really her department. Burned eggs and half-cooked pancakes are more her style. She doesnât even-â
You change channels in a heartbeat, bursting in tears at the low insults.
Youâre not that bad. Sure, youâre not amazing at cooking, but never once did Keigo complain when he eats the food you diligently make after he returns from patrols.Â
And now he slanders you on national television?Â
And the worst part? Itâs not even the first time heâs done this.Â
Dabi
âThereâs nothing to eat in the fridge.âÂ
âThere is.âÂ
âThere isnât.âÂ
You stop writing your notes, swallowing back an annoyed sigh, already aware of what was happening.
âThere is food in the fridge.â you repeat, âYou just have to cook it.â
Dabi looks at you, unimpressed.Â
âNo shit Sherlock. Maybe you can do it for me.âÂ
âYou serious?âÂ
Meeting his arrogant smirk, you huff.Â
âDead serious, babe. Not like youâre busy anyways.â
Your mouth drops at his audacity and you open your arms to indicate the mess of books, papers and pens in front of you.Â
âIâm studying, Dabi. Canât you see that? Grow up and cook for yourself, yeah?â you snap your attention back to your books, but your mood has already turned sour.Â
You pretend to scribble down a few words when Dabi walks to you slowly. He peeks into your annotations, snorting.Â
âThat handwriting is kinda shitty.â he mocks you. âBesides, what exactly are you even studying for? Youâre not exactly cut out to be a doctor, yâknow? Not enough brain cells in you to become that.âÂ
You glare at him, angrily swatting away the hand that condescendingly tries to pet your hair.Â
âYouâre such an asshole, Dabi. Maybe if your life revolved around something other than your stupid daddyâs issues, you would actually get a job. Not like Endeavour is worried sick about you, not when heâs got Shoto.â you spit the words venously.
Not the nicest words, but you canât seem to bring yourself to bother.Â
A dark shade crosses Dabiâs face, his amused expression turning colder. Youâd be lying if the sight didnât ignite some fear in you.
âIs that so?â his crooked smile doesnât reach his eyes. âAnd why would I need a job - or Endeavour, by that matter - when I have you?â
His hand reaches for your shoulder and thereâs an edge in his eyes that immobilizes you. You shouldnât have mentioned Endeavour.Â
âIâm not with you because of that bitchy attitude, you know. I like my girl to know whoâs in charge. Respect is really important in a relationship and your behavior is making me really upset, baby.â 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. âSo, if you need me to remind you of your place, Iâll gladly help you with that.â
His fingers heat up at a low temperature, not enough to actually burn you but it doesnât stop the lonely tear that slides from your eye, the only sign of the chilling terror youâre feeling.
He leans forward, kissing your forehead before sliding his hand away.Â
âAre we understood?âÂ
The nod you give him is shaky at best, but Dabi smiles nonetheless.Â
âNow, how about that food youâre gonna make me?â
Bakugo
âI have to wake up early tomorrow.â
Besides a low hum, Bakugo doesnât 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 itâs 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.Â
âKatsuki.âÂ
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, youâll only have 6 hours to sleep.Â
You really have to sleep and if youâre being honest, tonight youâre not feeling sexy or horny enough to sleep with your boyfriend.Â
But that doesnât make you feel any less awkward when Bakugoâs movements turn more vigorous and needy, humping your naked thigh as if heâs fucking it while you remain as alive as a statue.Â
âFuck, this isnât enough.â 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.
âSeriously, Kats, Iâm not in the mood tonight.â you say, quickly pulling back your shorts.Â
âYou fuckinâ serious right now?â he growls through gritted teeth, still hovering above you.Â
Crossing your arms over your chest, you timidly nod.Â
âMaybe we can do this tomorrow? Itâs just that-â
âYeah, whatever. Not like you havenât used that stupid excuse on me before.â Â
Your eyebrows raise with surprise at the bitter tone on his voice as he gruffs, pushing himself off you.Â
âIâm not making up excuses.â
âThe hell you arenât.â he looks at you, angry. âEvery time I try to start something, you turn into a damn nun. Always too freakinâ tired, too busy or not in the mood.â
He scowls, spiky blonde hair falling to his eyes.Â
âAll you have to do is open your goddamn legs and let me do the rest, and you canât even do that.â
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.
âMaybe I go after those Dynamite's groupies that are always throwing themselves at me. Since you never want to fuck anymore.â
Youâre left too stunned to speak, sadness blossoming at the cruel meaning of his words and itâs a struggle to swallow the tears.Â
He wouldnât really, would he? But your mind lingers on the disturbing thought. Heâs 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 heâs been blessed with. Meanwhile youâre just mediocre, if even that...
Your insecurities strike back, taunting you.Â
Your hand reaches for his arm before you even realize it, and youâre mildly surprised when he doesnât shake you off.Â
âThe hell you want now?â
Pulling on his arm until he finally turns to the side, you kiss him.Â
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.Â
Neither of you speak a word, but you feel Bakugo smirking against your lips while he practically shoves your shorts down.Â
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.Â
You really have to wake up early.
Deku
âAre you serious, Izuku?âÂ
The tall hero jumps, eyes widening almost comically when he realizes youâre standing on the bedroomâs doorway and not cleaning the kitchen, like he clearly assumed you to be.Â
âI wasnât- The phone-â 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.
âYou promised me you wouldnât spy on my phone anymore, Izuku.â your stern tone has him frowning and Izuku practically sprints closer to you.
âI wasnât spying! I was just- just checking the time.â his words arenât convincing enough for you to actually believe in him.Â
You squint your eyes at him, dodging his grabby hands with a nasty slap, despite the hurt expression on his face.
âIzuku.âÂ
âI wasnât! Câmon, you gotta believe in me.âÂ
You donât.Â
âEven if I did go through your phone - which I didnât - why would that be such a problem?â he complains, dragging his voice. âDo you have something to hide or what?â
You point a warning finger at him.
âDonât you dare. This isnât about me. Youâre the one who went behind my back because youâre just too insecure to fully trust me.â
He shakes his head, emerald eyes turning feverish.Â
âYouâre being dramatic, of course I trust you.â
âYou donât, stop lying.â
âI do trust you!â his voice rises in volume.
âNo, you donât!â you scream, voice breaking before you crumble in tears.Â
Youâre 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.Â
âYou donât. You never will and I know that.â he stays silent, not contradicting you this time.Â
He lets you cry on his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair as he mutters apologies.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm so so sorry.â Izuku hugs you harder, arms tightening around you. âIâll do better, okay? I promise, I will.âÂ
And like a fool, you accept his promise - even if you know itâs meant to be broken.
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