#shindou yo x reader

[linphd]

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

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

Their S/O is a bimbo | Headcanons

female reader

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

-> Tamaki Amajiki, Tenya Iida, Yo Shindo.

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

Tamaki Amajiki

how you started dating :

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

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

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

while dating :

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

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

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

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

Tenya Iida

how you started dating :

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

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

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

while dating :

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

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

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

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

Yo Shindo

(really went with fanon shindo ngl)

how you started dating :

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

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

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

while dating :

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

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

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

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

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[pearl-blue-musings]

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

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

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

8:04 PM

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

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

And speak of the devil, he calls.

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lazyheartcomputer]

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

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

[kingkatsuki]

>>> Reply sent at 1:28AM: who knew Dynamight was such a slut?

Read the other replies here.

Here is my part to the Thirst Trap collab for Bakugou’s birthday! Please check out all the other fics at the link above💕

Happy Birthday to the King👑

Warnings: 18+, intoxicated Bakugou, dirty talk, sending dirty videos, sexting, m!masturbation, voyuerism, exhibitionism, creampies.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.6k.

Bakugou’s thumb paused against the screen when he saw that particular message in a sea of hopeful replies, a lump tight at the back of his throat as he swallowed thickly in a feeble attempt to clear it.

He’d recognise that profile photo anywhere. Grand’s girlfriend.

Bakugou had spent more than one night fisting his cock to the thought of you, although he’d never admit it. Remembering just how pretty you looked at the hero gala last month in a dress that left very little to the imagination, leaving him bricked up for his acceptance speech as he thought about bending you over in the men’s bathroom stalls.

And part of him thought he might even have a chance with you, if he could get you away from Grand just long enough. Remembering the syrupy scent of your perfume invading his senses when you stood up on tip-toes to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders to give him a hug after he’d received his award; leaving a sticky lipgloss stain against the shell of his ear when you whispered against it how proud you were of him. And he was certain he wouldn’t make it out of the building alive. His boxers now glazed with dry pre and his cock throbbing desperately for any kind of sweet relief.

And now you were messaging him?

Bakugou was quick to click onto your profile, navigating directly towards the direct message option to see he’d already received a slew of them, but they didn’t appear to be from you.

YOU[1:57AM]: Aww you didn’t think that message was actually from her, did you?

Shit, Bakugou grunted as his cock still throbbed pitifully between his thighs, of course Shindou was the one texting from your phone and not you. Certain he could hear Shindou’s condescending tone through text.

YOU[1:58AM]: Oh, you did? You sick fuck hahahahaha.

YOU[1:58AM]: She’d never message you without telling me anyway.

Bakugou growled in irritation as he read through each message. Of course, Shindou texts were just as annoying as the man was in real life.

YOU[1:59AM]: But you should’ve seen how excited she got when you sent that tweet.

YOU[2:00AM]: It made her stupid little crush on you even worse.

Wait, what? Bakugou’s heart pounded at the realisation as he saw the next message. A link to a video that had a pitch black screen to start, his heart hammered against his chest as he clicked onto it.

And there you were spread out in all your naked glory. The sordid fantasies Bakugou had while stroking his cock at night would never compare to the sight of you like this— spread out against tousled sheets as you stared up at the camera through thick lashes.

The perfect point of view, Bakugou thought as he imagined himself above you.

“I guess I should be thanking you for this, Dynamight.” Shindou sneered, reaching out to mould one of your round breasts between slender fingers. Pinching at your taut nipple as a groan rumbled deep in Bakugou’s chest, “Getting my girl all riled up in the middle of the night.”

Bakugou wondered if he’d actually fallen asleep, because this had to be a dream. Reaching down to palm his cock through his damp boxers as crimson eyes roamed your naked skin, trying to commit the sight to memory.

“Lucky I was right here to fix it,” He continued, “That what got you excited huh, sweetheart?”

Shindou’s voice rung out from behind the camera as he fucked into your body with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each precise motion had your tits bouncing, a calculated move from his rival, he thought. Watching the way your lips parted in sultry moans every time he drew back, trying to coax him deeper as your cunt gushed around him.

“Thinking about Dynamight’s hard cock.” And Bakugou’s cock was hard, throbbing with neglect as he wrapped a large fist around himself to curl his wrist. Smearing pre, that was now drooling down his engorged head along the length of him as crimson eyes watched the video.

“He shoulda just text you if he wanted a birthday treat, huh?” Shindou continued, panning the camera down to where your bodies were connected so Bakugou could see the creamy rings of slick around the base of his cock each time he drew his hips back, “You’d have been more than happy to get on your knees for him.”

Bakugou whined pitifully at the thought of you like that, looking up at him all pretty and shit as you wrapped your glossy lips around his cock. His hand tightened around himself as he he pumped himself with calculated measure. Following Shindou’s movements as he fucked into your warm, wet cunt as he tried to replicate the sensation. Positive that nothing would ever feel as good as the real thing—

“Say his name, sweetheart,” Shindou continued, bringing the camera up towards your face, “Come on, it’s his fuckin’ birthday.”

“Katsuki,” The lewd squelch of your cunt aired in the background as Bakugou focused in on the desperate lilt to your voice when you repeated it, “Katsuki.”

Bakugou grunted as he leaned forward, pursing his lips together to spit onto his cock. Smearing the moisture along his length as he imagined it was you sinking down onto his length instead.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut,” Shindou continued, as though he hadn’t been the biggest instigator, “Moaning another guys name while I’m balls deep. Bet you’re thinking about him fuckin’ this sweet, sweet cunt too?”

“Oh my god, fuck—” You mewled, hands reaching up to paw at your tits as Bakugou watched the way your hands dipped into the soft skin.

“Is that it?” Shindou pressed, “You want Dynamight to fuck this sloppy pussy?”

“Yes!” You cried out, cunt clenching around him.

“Oh, shit.” Shindou rasped, the camera angle faltering as he jolted with pleasure. Almost dropping his phone as he readjusted himself above you, the camera now angled lower to show Shindou’s thick cock disappearing inside your tight cunt. A sheen of your slick glistened around the base of him as he kept his languid pace.

“We should invite him round, then?” Shindou continued, “It is his birthday, after all.”

You gasped at the implication, your body reacting to your boyfriend’s words as he smirked down at you. Giving the side of your thigh a playful swat as you moaned in response.

“Yeah? You like the sound of that?” Shindou cooed, “She clenched around me so fucking hard when I said that.”

Bakugou groaned, squeezing his fist around himself in a pitiful attempt to mimic the action. Trying to replicate the grip of your cunt around him as he pictured the pretty faces you’d make for him.

“‘m close,” You panted, biting down on your bottom lip as Bakugou felt his balls tightening at the sight, dangerously close to his own end.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Shindou coaxed, his thumb disappearing between your thighs to press taut circles to your puffy clit, “Show Dynamight how pretty you look when you’re cumming all over my cock, sweetheart.”

And fuck, did you look pretty. Bakugou thinks. Your eyes rolling to show their whites as your lashes flutter, lips curled into the prettiest moan he’s ever heard as you begin to convulse. Nails leaving dark lines against your tits as you mould the supple skin, thighs raising in the air to try and clamp down around Shindou’s hips.

“Fuck,” Bakugou snarled between clenched teeth as he sped up his movements, rough and sloppy as he desperately tried to meet your climax. Wanting to tumble into bliss by your side as the camera moved back towards your slick heat, his hips jerking sloppily as he felt himself come undone. Sending streams of milky cum against his hand, thighs and the new sheets he’d put on for his special day. A whole ass mess.

“Bet you would’ve preferred cumming inside this perfect little pussy,” Shindou spoke, as if he knew Bakugou would be touching himself while watching.

Slowly pulling his spent cock out of your trembling hole before moving the phone between your thick thighs so Bakugou could see the gape. A stretch Bakugou wished he’d inflicted on you as he brought his phone closer to his face to try and see the way your walls still fluttered in the aftershocks of your release, his spent cock throbbing when he noticed you begin to push Shindou’s warm spunk out of your abused hole. Watching it drool down between the curve of your ass before Shindou’s thumb came up to collect it; pushing it back inside you as you let out another sinful moan of delight.

“You think Dynamight would fuck you this good, sweetheart?” Shindou coaxed as the pads of his fingers circled your stretched hole.

“Mmm, I think he would,” You mumbled, gasping when Shindou’s palm came down hard on your slit, catching you by surprise.

“Course you’d think that,” Your boyfriend laughed, shaking his head as he leaned down to press a kiss to your pouty lips.

“Maybe you should come and get your birthday head,” Shindou turned the camera around to show his smirking face as he sat shirtless above you, “So you can show her how tiny your cock really is.”

Bakugou shared up at the ceiling with blown out eyes, wondering if he’d sobered up enough to move as his chest still heaved with the intensity of his climax. Taking a deep breath before he moved to stand, grabbing his keys off the bedside table as he shoved his softening cock back into his jeans.

Fuck it, he’ll get an Uber.

#Bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha smut #Shindou smut #Shindou x reader #yo Shindou smut #yo Shindou x reader

[bleach-your-panties]

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

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

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

💔: banner images from pinterest. 

💔: banner made by me with canva. 

post themes: say my name - destiny's child

                      confessions, parts I & II - usher

                      take a bow - rihanna

                      shake it off - mariah carey

💔 3.5k words

💔read in dark mode for best experience!

🖤series 🖤touya.

—--

—--

I know you say that I am assuming things

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

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

If nobody's holding you back from me

'Cause I know how you usually do

When you're saying everything to me times two

Why can't you just tell the truth?

If somebody's there, then tell me who

—--

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

—--

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

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

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

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

Like now, for example. 

'ding'

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

You scoffed as you read over the message.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

"I'm coming, dammit!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A dry chuckle then left your lips. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SMACK

SMACK 

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

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

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

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

"Stop it, Yo…hurts…" You whined. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did you say?" 

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

"You heard me." 

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

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

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

"Yo, stop!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It could be painted over once you moved out.

"Oh God, I…!" 

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

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

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

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

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

"Yo!"

"SHIT! AGHH!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's not your phone going off. 

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

A race against time, but you spotted it first.

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N…do you love me?"

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

"Unconditionally?"

Your nose scrunched. Something isn't right…

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

"Yes…"

"Say you'll never leave me?"

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

"What did you do, Yo? Huh?!" 

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

----

Everything that I've been doing is all bad

I've got a chick on the side

With the crib and the ride 

I've been telling you so many lies 

Aint none good, it's all bad

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

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

----

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

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

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

"Y/N.." Yo warned.

new message

"Y/N, please, baby…"

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

Your grip on the phone tightened. 

----

If I could turn back the hands of time 

And start all over I would

Instead of everything being all bad, baby

Everything'll be all good

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

----

"Y/N, I'm sorr-" 

WHAM!

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry! Baby, I'm sorry!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your brokenhearted wails only increased in volume.

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

—-

Three Months Later 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

None of them worked. 

Not when the walls in that apartment were paper thin.

Many nights you cried and raged to yourself. 

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

Which leads you to today.

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

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

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

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

You just gave a simple nod.

—-

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

BEEP.

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

Before he closed the door, he whispered softly,

"Why, Y/n?" 

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

—-

Gotta make that move 

Find somebody who

Appreciates all the love I give

Boy, I gotta 

Gotta do what's best for me

Baby and that means I gotta shake you off

—--

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

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

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[keulixeutin]

A Soft October Night

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

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

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

word count: 4,696.

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

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

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

“Yo,” you began, “do you like me?”

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

“Yo—”

“Of course I like you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“[Name]—”

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

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

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

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

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

“Babe, that’s not what I’m saying—”

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

“[Name], wait—”

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

Abruptly, someone grabbed onto your wrist.

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

You turned, meeting bright red eyes: Bakugou. 

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

“You alright there, doc?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How was this fair?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be fine.”

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

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

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

Nothing new, you told yourself.  Nothing new.

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

“Over here,” he said.

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

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

“Because I want to wallow alone.”

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

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

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

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

“Come on,” he said.  

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

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

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

You shrugged again.

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

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

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

—No, you knew he did.

He probably did more.

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

You gripped the water bottle tightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The dancers dating the fucking bouncers.”  

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

“…You wanna talk about it?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What does it mean?”

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

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

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

“You—”

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck.”

“Sorry,” you said.

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

“I’ll pay,” you offered.

“I said it’s fuckin’ fine, Jesus.”

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

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

“The asshole kind,” you deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt a hand on your back, rubbing lightly.

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

“Yes,” you whispered.  “Yes, please.”

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

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

Just once, you’d like to hear it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d pick you,” he said softly.

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

“Nah.  You.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Bakugou—really, I—I’ll just Uber…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked from dark brown eyes to bright vermillion ones.

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

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

“What’s your number?” you asked.

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

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

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

“Shut up,” you muttered.

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

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[makethiscanon]

Current request status: closed

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Inbox game status: open

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

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

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

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

What I will write:

Reader-inserts only

Second-person, or third-person if requested

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

Any gender, but will default to fem! unless requested

Romance or platonic

Aro or Ace

Polyamory

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

Minor injuries/blood

Alternate Universe (please specify)

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

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

What I won’t write:

NSFW / Taboo

Political

Hate speech

Cheating

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

Real celebrities x reader

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

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

Arcane:

Jayce || Viktor*

Silco

Demon Slayer:

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

Inosuke || Nezuko

Rengoku || Sanemi

Dr Stone

Senku || Taiju

Tsukasa || Ukyo || Yo

Chrome || Kinro

Final Fantasy

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

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

Genshin Impact:

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

Childe || Scaramouche

Gotham (TV Series):

Oswald Cobblepot || Jerome Valeska || Victor Zsasz*

Kingdom Hearts:

Organization XIII members || Axel*

Sora || Riku || Hayner

The Maze Runner:

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

Vince

My Hero Academia:

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

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

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

Fatgum || Pro Hero: Manual

Obey Me:

Mammon || Lucifer || Beelzebub || Asmo

Simeon || Solomon || Raphael

Tales of Arcadia:

Douxie Casperan || Krel Tarron*

Nari || Skrael || Strickler || Tronos

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#writing masterlist #writing masterpost #requests #writing #rules #fanfiction #reader insert #bnha #toa #tmr #kny #kh #x you #x yn

[redpandaramblings]

Kinktober Day 22- Overstimulation

18+ Minors DNI

Shindou x AFAB!Reader

CW: Mature themes, mild bondage, not SFW, Sex, aged up charcters, BDSM, Slight pleasure Dom Shindou

"That's it, baby. Look at you. You're so pretty for me."

You whined, breathless, thrashing as much as the restraints would allow.

"Shhh, sweetheart. Just enjoy it."

His words only caused you to thrash more. You needed more, you needed less... You didn't know! You gave a frustrated sob. The blindfold covering your eyes had robbed you of your sense of time. You weren't sure if you had been tied to this bed for minutes or hours. It felt like time had stretched on endlessly as Shindou had toyed with you. You couldn't predict what he was going to do. It had started out so slowly. A suggestion to have a little bit of spicy play. Tied to the bed, and a blindfold in place. Nothing you hadn't done before. His calloused fingers trailing over your skin, feather light. A soft tweak of a nipple. A gentle nibble on your neck. He had lulled you into relaxing into his touch. He hadn't even used his quirk the first time he had brought you to orgasm. Just talented fingers knowing exactly where and how to touch. The second orgasm he'd untied your legs so he could throw them over his shoulders and eat you out like a man who had starved for weeks. While you were still trembling, Shindou had entered you with a smooth thrust and set a fast pace that had left you seeing stars. It didn't take long at all for you to cum a third time.

On a normal night, this is where things would have ended. He'd have untied you, and the two of you would have enjoyed some cuddles and lazy kisses.

But tonight wasn't a normal night. You had jolted when you felt his fingers on you, quirk activated.

"You're so gorgeous like this, baby. How about we see just how pretty you can get?"

And that's when it had started. His mouth, his fingers, his cock; pleasuring you touching you, in you. Sometimes with his quirk activated, sometimes not. You started loosing track of your orgasms somewhere around number seventeen. You didn't have a chance to breath, lot alone think. It hurt too much to go on. It hurt to stop. You wanted it to end and never end. Every nerve was on fire, and begging for the relief of Shindou's touch. But then he would touch and it was so much, too much! Tears soaked your blindfold as you sobbed. You shouted as he rang one more shuddering release from you.

You felt a soft kiss on your forehead.

"So good for me. Love you so much."

Your breath came in ragged pants. But it stilled at Shindou's next words.

"I think you can give me a few more, can't you, baby?"

#kinktober 2021 #reader insert #bnha reader insert #afab reader #shindo x reader #shindou yo x reader #shindou x reader #overstimulation #if not started #not sfw bnha

[kingkatsuki]

Fisting | Shindou Yo x Reader

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

Kinktober masterlist.

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

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

Pairing: Shindou Yo x f!reader.

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

Word Count: 1.5k.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? But you love me though,”

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

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

[raekahwritings]

BNHA Gods AU - Thanatos - Shindou Yo

GODS AU! - What kind of shitty god are you?

Pairing: Shindou You x Reader

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, Minors, DO NOT ENTER.

Warning: NSFW, Mentions of non-consent, slight blood/gore/murder,slight yandere.

Word Count: 2016

Authors Note: This was written in one night, I really wanted to make it in time for this collaboration despite everything going on right now. I hope you all can forgive me since this wasn’t proof read but hopefully you all can enjoy the Gods!AU Shindou!

GODS!AU Collaboration: Please check out the collab here from @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​

The age of gods was long over. They no longer walked this earth. No one worshipped them; they became the words of fiction and stories.

Let the gods guide you.

Live your life well and the gods may reward you.

Do not turn away from the path of good, lest the gods punish you.

Where were the gods when you needed them? When your mother had dressed you up as a pretty doll, when you smiled and jumped in the excitement of a new dress, and when she had shown you to a portly older gentleman. He took you, none-too-gently, and placed a bag of coins into your mother’s palm. She had left brusquely, curtly, and took care not to look you in the eyes.

How long had it been since then? Your childhood had gone by in the mess of yelling, screams, and scullery work. When you were old enough? You now lay on the floor with your clothing strewn apart, dried tears on your face and a voice hoarse from screaming.

This was a life where no gods deigned to visit—this was a place of vileness, sordidness, and loathsome men. You were nothing more than a commodity to them—they had no qualms about leaving you on this dirty floor.

God, you had prayed so many times. Save me.

You’d been delivered to them, lent like broken toy until they called the brothel master to fetch you.

You had been defiled too many times to believe that any God would help you now.

Where were you? What had they consecrated this time? They had laughed and they had jeered while you had cringed at the blasphemy they spewed. They had taken their belts to mark you, left you bleeding, and then poured acridly old liquid, “—better hope this fucking holy water works.”

“They would laugh at this.” You blinked away the tears, blinked to see the dormant idolatry of Thanatos nearby. You scrabbled at the ground, trying to find a perch to lay your hands on so you could get up. You winced at seeing the dried blood and spilt fluids. If there was a moment for Thanatos to judge you, this would be now.  

But would he?

Gods had come and gone, with nary a care. You tried to stand, tried to ignore the mess they had made, and you glared at the idolatry. “You didn’t stop this.” You pointed to the empty room – “You’re supposed to be some merciless, hateful god of death.” You scoffed, knowing it was pathetic. Here you were, reaching a level of desperation to talk to some useless piece of stone and an empty room like it would answer you. But all the resentment, anger, and bitterness spewed out – here and now— you hissing, “You’re a fucking piece of shit god.”

And yet.

“If my life was enough of a price, would you come here and now? Or am I too dirty for someone like you? You want a precious little girl, an innocent naïve little sheep?” You furiously took the idol, glaring before slamming it as hard as you could to the floor. Take that, you fucker.

You watched the idol shatter into pieces, the useless stone rolling away. You should fear your own blasphemy and yet… satisfaction had you feeling smug.

“My, my, that doesn’t seem very nice.”

Holy fuck. You whipped around—the room was empty. When had someone come in? You nearly screamed at the mysterious voice, your arms reaching out to blindly shove at the culprit while you stumbled backwards.

A masculine hand caught your arm, tsking at you and he emerged from the shadows with a disappointed look. You nearly fell backwards but his iron clasp had you standing upright.

“Who are you?” Shock and fear colored your tone, the smugness was fleeting as you look to the door, a door that hadn’t budged since the scraggle of men had left earlier. How did he get in? You looked at him, swallowing nervously, your gaze flitting up and down to make out this stranger in the darkness.

“You called me and yet, you still ask me?” He stepped further into the firelight… You looked up at this dizzyingly tall man, you could make out the messy, dark locks framing his chiseled face. But more so, you found yourself staring into eyes the color of pure jade. He was far too handsome, his features bold and brooding, the stubble on his face giving him a heathenish look. He was broad and lean, the muscles of his arms and chest visible through his disheveled shirt.

Someone who made you stop breathing.

“No.” You breathed— “You’re lying.” You called no one, he was here to take you back to the brothel, you tried to wrench your hand pathetically away. He couldn’t fool you, no matter how handsome he was.

“Calm down.” He pulled you into his chest, you were the one falling forward as he stopped your mewling struggles. You heard those words countless times; it had always preceded the acrid smell of chloroform…

“I don’t want to go back.” You choked out, letting your wrists fall slack. “I don’t want this.”

His voice lilted up, questioning. “Go back where?” You could almost believe the sincerity in his voice, the confusion, the perplexity of the situation. But people loved playing with you, toying with you in these games— men liked playing with women as if it were a game of cat and mouse. You curled your fingers into your palms, once again trying to suppress any kindle of hope—because you inevitably always were sold back.

Meanwhile, Thanatos, the god you had summoned with your blood, piety, and holy water—looked heavenwards in frustration. “Girl, speak your name.” He commanded—you answered obediently.

How? You didn’t mean to answer him.

“I am Thanatos. Now speak plainly. I’ve heard your desperate cry for help, for vengeance.” He leaned back against the stone table, tugging you into his lap. “Now can we dispense with the formalities? I’d much rather you call me Shindou instead.” You found yourself caged in—your chest against his bare one as he gestured for you to look up. “You summoned  me. And while I normally ignore mortals…” He let his hand fall loosely to your back—you stiffened, squirming—as his calloused fingers brushed against the filth on your skin, the torn scraps of fabric that hid nothing from his gaze.

“I was personally interested in this offering of yours.” You stilled. There had been no one in the room with you to hear your vitriol words—but this was the temple of Thanatos. Could it be?  “Oh. You don’t believe me?” You looked doubtful. Well he couldn’t blame you. His lips curved, expecting this reaction. He waved a hand in the air, letting the firelights flicker to black and purple flames, letting it dance across the room hauntingly for you. You watched transfixed. “But parlor tricks? A dime a dozen.” He said dismissively. He tapped the table, a prompt for the shadows around you to contort menacingly and snaking up your legs.

You jumped more into his arms, away from the strangely prying and invasive shadows as it crawled disturbingly high up your body.

“Girl, they’re simply an extension of me.” You could hear the humor in his tone, see the shadows snake away as he chuckled at your close contact with him. “But I suppose I can be nice for a bit.” He let the darkness recede and the orange firelight to flicker back.

“Now that’s settled, may I discuss your price?” You… took a moment to blink, to really focus on him. Something about him, the closer you were, was making your senses hazy. He seemed to realize, crooning gently to you. “Oh baby, I know gods are supposed to be tempting to mortals and all that but where’s the little spitfire that threw a little tantrum at me? I quite enjoyed it.”

The haze dissipated a bit. You… had thrown down the idolatry, you had committed blasphemy in the actual face of a god. You wanted to die, the shame overwhelming you. Thanatos—no, Shindou simply laughed though—“Baby, don’t think of me as one of the pious assholes. I don’t need you to prostrate yourself to me and those hopeless,” he waved at the ostentatious ornaments adorning the room, “piece of shit, ugly crap of me. I’m a lot more handsome in person, don’t you think?” You couldn’t disagree.

This kind of man—God, you corrected yourself—exuded charisma, aura, sexuality that vibrated with your own being. Like you were made for him, your body melted against his light touch.

“Demon got your tongue? I can fix that.” Shindou cradled the side of your face, leaning in to press a kiss. You gasped, giving him an opportunity for his tongue invade your mouth—ravishing and giving you no air to breathe. He reached down to anchor your hips against his, drawing you more into his lap and letting his hardness press into your dampened, slickened ache between your thighs.

But you were dirty and filthy. You pushed him, and he let you, you knew his strength far outstripped yours. “I can’t.” You shook your head. “You must’ve seen what happened…” It wasn’t just one disgusting man, it was many who had left you sticky and ruined with their fluids on your unwilling body.

Even now.

“Seriously? Shindou sighed. He tutted at you like a child—which as a mortal, you must’ve been. “I came all this way out for your offering, for this delectable and luscious body and you dare to impugn me with your sense of shame?” He cocked his head. “Like I didn’t know? All those men…” He parted your legs, let the sticky fluid drip. “All those men, and they didn’t break your spirit. You come to me, fiery and burning with revenge, and I answered your call. What could be more attractive than this?” Albeit… Shindou did frown. “I don’t care for those worms to mark what’s mine. I guess they all have to die, wont they?”

Your eyes widened… your words caught. You wanted to protest—the mocking feeling of horror should’ve come at the thought of such senseless murder and death…. But you could only feel the sense of relish, of pure desire to see the blood of your captors. You bit your lips, futilely trying to hide your anticipation and eagerness.

“Ah, that’s my girl. I knew you and I would get along.” Shindou pulled down the rags of your dress,  watched your nubile body pull close to his and you shivered—his hardness grinded against you—a god like this wanted you. You could hardly believe it. You whimpered as he bit down your throat, bit at the junction of your shoulders while you bled. He licked the bloody trail down your ample breasts, swirling his hot tongue around the hardened peaks and making you arch in muted pleasure.

“Oh no, you can’t stay quiet.” He let the shadowy tendrils return, let it wrap around your throat and craning your neck backwards. His hands traced over your slickened breasts, pinching, pulling, vibrating as you screamed in pleasure and pain. “Sounds quite nice.” He mused, condescendingly. His hands eventually travelled to your taut thighs, teasing the inside of them, and drawing them further apart.  His fingers brushed against the dirty cum—he didn’t care for it but he supposed he’d just have to fuck you enough so you’d be dripping with his own cum—all the more reason to cleanse this lustful, vengeful darling of a human.

He had waited for someone like you. Other gods deigned to have their innocent little virgins on their sacrificial alter.

He wanted a tainted, corrupted human whose lust rivalled their desire for revenge—a human he could turn into his little fuck toy of a god, one who would stand by his side as he ruled over mayhem, murder, and death. Preferably, begging for his cock and drunk on cum – not a bad start, he mused. Not a bad start.

#shindou you #shindo yo #bnha x reader #bnha smut #gods!au #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #fanfiction #boku no hero fanfic #shindou yo x reader #shindo yo x reader #raekah #bnha fanfiction #fanfic

[tsukasalvr]

; 𝙨/𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗕𝗻𝗵𝗮

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂, 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗶, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶

𝗔𝗡: 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗕𝗻𝗵𝗮 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸(?) 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗮 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗺 𝗺𝘂𝗮𝗵

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱

; sʜɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

I just wanna say how much I love this man and I just rlly wanna see him again<//3

Every time you would go on dates to the mall, he would always notice how you always started at the claw machines and children stores

He realized that you actually liked plushies

So he would always buy some or win some for you that resembles him so you can always think about him

He just thought it was a cute little thing you liked until he saw your room

Plushies everywhere, on the bed, shelf, desk, and some on the floor

He will definitely tease you about it

He thinks it’s childish but really cute

He will definitely surprise you with a huge plushie for your birthday

And will also leave some small plushies on your desk

He’s going to always call you cute for liking plushies

If you’re putting plushies up on a shelf or desk, he’ll most likely use his quirk to make them fall off

; ᴛᴏᴋᴏʏᴀᴍɪ ˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

He thinks it’s really cute

When he sees your collection of plushies, he’s really shocked but thinks it’s cute

He doesn’t really care too much about it

He will get you many bird plushies so you can think about him

He will always have a small blush on his face(?) when he gives you it

Dark shadow will definitely help Tokoyami pick out plushies and then tease him about it when he sees the blush on his face

I can see him getting you some dark and scary’ plushies

He would get you some plushie-keychains and will always smile when he sees you have it on your bag or backpack

Please give him a bird plushie he will turn so red and look so happy

; ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ ˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

Just like Shindou, he thinks it’s a small hobby you do

Until he sees you room

He’s confused

Does one human really need this much plushies?

After his confusion, he thinks it’s cute how you really like plushies

He will get you so many plushies

Some are definitely expensive (and all are definitely bought with his dads card)

He will get you plushies that remind him of you

Like he’ll just be walking around in a store then right after he’ll be walking about with bags full of plushies

If you ask him why he bought so many

He’ll reply with saying how they all reminded him of you🧍‍♀️

The amount of money he’ll spend on plushies for you is just-

He’ll definitely be outside of you house with a big plushie

I can see him leaving a big plushie on your desk

Good luck taking that home without looking weird

Give him a plushie that reminds you of him, you will see a big smile on his face he might even cry tears of joy he will take care of that thing like it’s the most precious thing in the world

People who like, reblog or follow= hot asf💕😍

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha x reader #shindo headcanons #shindo x reader #shindo imagines #shindou x reader #shindou yo x reader #shindou imagines #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami hcs #tokoyami imagine #tokoyami x you #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki headcanons #todoroki imagine #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto x you #shoto x y/n #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #shouto headcanons #shouto x reader #tokoyami fumigake #shindou you

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Bad Vibrations

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

Pairing - Shindo Yo X Reader

Prompt - Shindo but noncon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please don’t hurt me, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re gonna like this part.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes narrowed.

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

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

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

“I dunno, feels good to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was real.

#yandere #yandere bnha #shindou yo #shindou yo x reader #shindo yo #yandere shindo #yandere shindo yo #ew #stalker #dead dove #shindo x reader #froppy but make her male #and make the outfit more slutty #looool #okay sorry #serious tags #right #uhhhhhhh #not good #bnha #bnha shindo #bnha shindou yo

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👉👈 Can I request some short scenarios with Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima and Uraraka (if you write for girls) where Shindo is flirting with their female crush who's also their childhood friend? Btw, I read your hanahaki Bakugou fics. I thought they were really good and you're sort of my favorite blog right now and I have a bunch of things I wanna request... Is that okay? I'd hate to be a bother.

Happy holidays Anon, please enjoy and feel free to send in your requests! Thank you for the kind words, dear! I promise you are not a bother. 🥺👉👈💜

Having Katsuki as a childhood friend meant you were used to most of his insults and foul attitude.

Bakugou is hopelessly in love with you but is too stubborn to acknowledge his own feelings.

Bakugou overheard Shindo rambling about a “beauty from U.A.” but he wasn’t aware it would be you.

“Hey there,” Shindo tapped your shoulder, catching your attention, “I wanted to thank you for helping me back there. I wouldn’t have passed without your help.”

Bakugou is absolutely pissed and borderline feral at this point because he knows Shindo’s smile is a total façade.

“I just had to come talk with you,” Shindo admitted, scratching the back of his neck. He proceeded holding both of your hands close to his chest. “Sweetness is my weakness.”

“Kacchan is my childhood friend, we’ve been neighbors since we were kids!” You glanced over at Bakugou’s approaching figure, unknowingly fueling his the rage in his eyes.

“Hey, over here!” you smiled, waving him over to where you stood. You pointed at your new friend and introduced him, “This is Shindo, he’s from Ketsubutsu Academy.”

“We’ve met before,” Shindo affirmed, shooting Bakugou a knowing glance. “Isn’t that right, Kacchan?”

If looks could kill, Shindo would have been six feet under the moment he breathed the same air as you. “Keep my name out of your fuckin’ mouth,” Bakugou sneered.

“Katsuki, let me fix your scarf,” you sighed, gently adjusting it around his neck.

“Get off, woman!” He tsked at your actions and lightly brushed you off. A flash of hurt fell across your face, instantly causing Bakugou to feel guilty.

“How cute,” Shindō mocked, he motioned towards his own classmates ahead of the group. “I’d like to introduce you to my friends, is that okay?”

“Of course,” you replied, eager to meet new people. “Lead the way.”

Shindō took your agreement as an opportunity to lace his fingers with yours, effectively becoming Bakugou’s last straw.

“Don’t stand in front of me,” Bakugou growled, abruptly yanking your hand out of Shindo’s grasp. He held you close to his chest, a deep frown igniting his face. “I’ll kill you.”

“Katsu,” you mumbled from his chest. He refused to let you leave with this punk ass extra “I can’t breathe!”

King Explosion Murder Mode: Activated

Rumors say you’ve been friends since you were born.

Iida is uptight about a lot of things. You’re more carefree and reckless. You both balance each other out!

Iida is head over heels for you but he’s too dense when it comes to romance.

He doesn’t want to ruin your friendship but he wants to be more than just a friend.

Iida needs a little push.

Shindō and you were both tasked with evacuations during the Licensing Exam.

He made it obvious that he was into you but your priorities were elsewhere.

If Shindo dares to lay a finger on you, Iida will end him.

“I’m going to grab a coffee from the vending machine,” you stated, getting up from the bench you were both sitting at. “Would you like some orange juice?”

“I’d would very much appreciate it,” Iida affirmed, he reached for his wallet but you quickly declined the action. “It’s okay, Tenya!”

“You smiled, “I’ll be right back.

“Hi there!” A voice called from behind. Your eyes were met with a tall, muscular young man with shaggy, unruly hair. “I’m Shindō Yo,” he introduced, his smile was too kind, it was offsetting.

“Nice to meet you. Thank you for the help during the exam,” You responded politely, grabbing the drinks from the vending machine. His stare became intense and you quickly made an excuse to leave, “I’d like to chat but my friends are waiting.”

“Your eyes are beautiful,” Shindo complimented, offering you more praise that soon became even more flirtatious.

“Thank you,” you replied, slightly uncomfortable with the sudden statement.

“Your eyes have told me a lot of things,” Shindo remarked, nearing your figure. He cupped your cheek and leaned in dangerously close, lips ghosting over yours, “The only thing they haven’t told me is your name.”

“Pardon me!” Iida rushed over, immediately created distance between the both of you, much to your relief. “I believe this is not appropriate hero behavior considering the situation.”

“Thank you, Tenya,” you replied, breathing out your pent up anxiety. He noticed the way your hands were shaking, eyes welling up with tears, quivering lips. “I just froze… I–I should have—”

“Hey, hey,” Shindō interjected, annoyed with the sudden interruption. He reached out for your hand and yanked you back. “We’re busy here.”

“Are you really?” Iida questioned, hovering over his figure. Iida’s body moved on its own, before he realized he had you wrapped in his arms. “Kindly remove your filthy hands from Y/N,” Iida tries to be as polite and rude as possible. “Or else I may have to hurt you.”

Kirishima is very protective over you although he tends to tends to get carried away sometimes.

He had introduced you to Shindō in an attempt to make some new friends at the Licensing Exam since Bakugou scared everyone away.

Kirishima should have known something was up as soon as Shindō asked if you were single.

Red flag. Red flag. Red flag.

“Hey! Shitty Hair.” Bakugou called out, pointing towards Shindō’s direction. “That fucker over there is getting real close to L/N.”

“She’s fine!” Kirishima reassured, glancing over at the pair. You were hanging onto Shindō’s every word.

Why didn’t you ever look at him like that?

Shindō had offered to accompany you to buy snacks for your group. Kirishima glanced over at you and offered to tag along as well but you reassured him you’d be back in a few minutes. He would have belibed you if it weren’t for the fact you had been gone for a while and decided to check where you had run off to.

“Where’d she go?”

Shindo was leaning against the vending machine, casually observing your figure while you bent down to reach for the snacks. “You know what you would look really beautiful in?”

“Hm?” You answered, preoccupied with the bags in your hands..

“My arms,” he stated, he had managed to corner you as he leaned in with his signature smile on his face.

“W-We should head back,” you suggested, searching for a way out of the position you were in. “Your friends are probably worried and I’m sure mine are as well.”

“They won’t notice if we’re gone for another ten minutes,” He lifted up your chin to face him, leaning in a little too closely.

“Quit it!” Frustrated with his advances, you shoved him back harshly. It only appeared to motivate him even more.

“Hands off the lady,” Kirishima grinned, before swinging a hard punch. Shindō’s body fell limp onto the ground. He was definitely knocked out. “Lights out, Shindo!”

“Eijirou!” you gasped, pulling him away from the potential crime scene he created.

“That was no way to handle the situation,” Kirishima was too focused on the fact that you were holding his hand over the fact he just knocked someone out. “Are you listening?”

“I know,” he sighed, upset he caused you to be angry with him. “It wasn’t manly at all.”

“You can make it up to me?” you suggested, eyeing his face mischievously.

“I’ll do anything,” Kirishima begged, unable to handle his crush being mad at him.”

“Let’s go on a date–” Kirishima picked you up and swung you around in the air. The smile on his face was too precious to be mad at. “YES!”

“EIJI!” You yelled, embarrassed by the stares of your classmates. “PUT ME DOWN!”

The both of you have always been joined at the hip. Ochaco is such a sweet friend

You’ll never get her admit her crush on you unless she forced to confess or she’s scared of losing you.

Once she noticed Shindō’s flirty glances towards you, she was on high alert.

Ochaco cannot keep a straight face when it comes to jealously. Her entire demeanor changes.

Petty Ochaco. Petty Ochaco. Petty Ochaco.

She’s ready to fight Shindō any day of the week, no one’s stealing her best friend from her.

“I can’t tell if that was an earthquake,” Shindo laughed, stumbling towards you and firmly wrapping an arm around your waist, “Or if you just seriously rocked my world.”

“Careful!” The bold action made you uneasy but you gave him the benefit of the doubt considering the drawbacks of his Quirk.

“I’d say your Quirk was the cause of it,” You joked back, slightly pushing him away, “but nice pick up line.”

“Hey,” Shindo called, clinging onto you once again, “I’m not too stable on my feet, can you help me get to the medic tent?”

“I can help with that,” Ochaco interjected from behind, touching Shindō’s shoulder and sending him into the air. “Have a nice trip!”

“Ochaco,” you gasped, a smirk adorning your face, “Are you jealous?”

A minute was needed to process the question, her eyes blinking in response before widening. “Of course not!”

The way she was most definitely freaking out was the answer you needed.

“No, no!” Ochaco giggled nervously, slapping you on the back, accidently activating her Quirk. “Why would I be?”

“You’ve always been a bad liar,” you teased, floating above her while poking a finger at her cheek. Her heart raced at your touch, she just wanted to keep you safe. “You always laugh when you lie. Ever since we were kids.”

“You were obviously uncomfortable,” she mumbled, glancing down at the floor. Ochaco held out her hand and you gladly accepted. “He was too close to you anyways.”

“Ochaco!” You smothered her with a tight hug, she was living the dream. “I love you so much, you always have my back.”

“Did you know he has a girlfriend?” Ochaco informed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Her name is Tatami, right?” You answered, matching her sinister expression. “Are we really about to ruin a relationship?”

“Well,” Ochaco shrugged her shoulders, clearly unbothered by the thought of it. She intertwined her fingers with yours, walking towards the unsuspecting girlfriend. “He started it, I’m just returning the favor.”

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha season 3 #mha spoilers #bakugou x reader #uraraka x reader #kirishima x reader #iida x reader #katsuki bakugou #ochaco uraraka #kirishima eijirou #tenya lida #aizawa shouta #shindou yo x reader #bnha shindo #bnha scenario #bnha season 5 #bnha season 4 #ochaco x reader #shindo yo #mha headcanons #mha season 5 #mha manga #bnha manga #bnha christmas #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #uravity #ingenium #red riot

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What if I’m not good enough for you?

Pairing: Shindo Yo x Reader Rating: Explicit (LIKE BE WARNED!), NS*W Warning: Smut, Drunk Sex, Slightly Dubious Consent, Aged-up Characters, Pining, Angst, Insecurities, Slow-burn fluff Word Count: 10,699  A/N: These BNHA characters are 18+ and are nearly graduating seniors.

Summary: You’re a senior at UA with a long-standing crush on Shindo Yo but you’ve sworn never to be in a relationship again. Your last one destroyed you with insecurities so you’ve decided the only path is to be a lonely pro-hero. But with the opportunity for a one-night drunken stand with Shindo, you take the chance and expect to be forgotten. Shindo won’t stand for it.

From Me: (Follow me at @raekahwritings​) This is my first fic ever into the BNHA fandom and for one of my favorite heroes, Shindo Yo! I want to give a huge shout out to @thewheezingwyvern because she helped to beta-read this monster of a fic. Basically, this is the first I’ve written in a near decade and with her advice, it became something I was too embarrassed to share to something I’m really proud of. Here we go for Shindou Club and BNHA Book Club, Provisional License.

Also, inspirations for this work is from @katsukisprincess, @lady-bakuhoe, @iwvs-on-ao3, @bnhabookclub, @/lemonlordleah-shinzawa, @/marilla-eldriana, and others because I’m too embarrassed to tag them when they’re so amazing.

There was always a question in the back of your mind; was love worth sacrificing your pro-hero dream? 

“Hey Mina.” You watched your pink haired friend scroll through Tinder on the dorm room couch.  You all were seniors in UA academy and studying for finals. Or supposed to be anyways. You slumped over on the table, smushing your cheek on the cold, hard plastic as you took a brief reprieve from your textbook.

“Would you rather be somebody’s girlfriend or a hero?” Mina turned around and lit up at your question. 

“Depends. How hot is my boyfriend?” She waggled her eyebrows at you and started listing off a number of heroes that would ‘totally rock her world,’ cackling loudly how she’d totally give up everything for some mad sex. Soon enough, she flopped back over the couch and was engrossed in another possible hook-up.  

Maybe you should’ve asked Momo. But she didn’t seem very experienced in relationships and you were currently in a dilemma. You, Y/N, an aspiring hero had sworn off relationships because your freshman ex-boyfriend had thrown you an ultimatum: “Why do you need to be a hero when you’re already my girlfriend?”  

You had broken up with his sorry ass right there and then. Nothing would get in the way of being a hero. Apparently, Mina would joke otherwise. 

“....I don’t think sex is everything, Mina.” Mina started whining petulantly, lamenting over the lack of hotties on her dating apps. You laughed it off while she tapped her phone in frustration. Mina would forever be Mina. 

“Y/N, do you think he’s hot or am I just too thirsty right now?” She was soon waving her phone to you with somebody’s profile picture, some asshole who was obnoxiously showing their abs off. You rolled your eyes before making a ‘nixed’ gesture. 

“Mina, you are way too good for jerks who think showing off their naked body parts is gonna score chicks.” You scoffed at seeing their disgustingly lewd caption. Mina moved on to the next one, muttering. 

“Jeez, Y/N, what is your type even? I’ve never seen you hook up or with a boyfriend before?” She tried valiantly to quiz you and show you more pictures but you ignored her in favor of going back to studying.

Honestly, you had a type. But if Mina or anyone knew, it’d probably be too surprising for them to fathom; you were the serious girl who always said you didn’t need a boyfriend. You prosaically told people, ‘learning to be a hero is way awesomer’. But if there was one shocking thing you could say about yourself….

It would be that you were a fucking idiot to fall in love with Shindou Yo. Somehow, your heart had chosen the most devious asshole you ever could’ve ever met.

Shindo Yo didn’t even go to UA Academy. He was a mutual friend of the UA’s Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugo. Actually…. you weren’t sure if they were even friends… With the way Bakugo seemed to fight with him, it seemed more like they were mortal enemies. Nevertheless, it seemed like he was showing up more often to outside gatherings and to parties that you and your UA classmates frequented. It was a relief that Mina hadn’t figured it out since she was surprisingly perceptive. 

“Hey Mina. I’m gonna go to the library to meet up with Kirishima.” You kept an eye on the time and started packing up your bag. You had made plans to exchange study notes for a drink. She nodded, already distracted with her next conquest. You sighed. 

Jeez, you shouldn’t have asked Mina. She hadn’t caught on though… because if anyone had ever found out about your silly crush, you wonder what they would say. Shindo was universally seen as a jerk at UA. There was every reason to avoid him instead of falling in love with him. Shindo Yo was self-assured and manipulative. Bakugo had called him out on his shit early on in the UA Provisional Exams. You had personally seen Shindo turn on the charm to your fellow UA students, only to decimate his nice-guy exterior to turn the tables on your unwitting classmates and team. You had first-hand faced his cunningness in action. Did you have every reason to mistrust him? Yes.

But on the flip side, you also saw how loyally compassionate he was to his fellow teammates. You saw how he pulled through at the eleventh hour to get him and his teammates to success. He never hesitated to use his sinister two-faced nature to protect his friends at Ketsubutsu Academy High School.

One situation, in particular, was on your mind…

Shindo had shown up at the karaoke club with Tatami and Camie in tow, ‘inviting’ himself to a casual graduation party for Mirio, Nejire and Tatami. Everyone thought it had been reserved for UA students but someone had let it slip to other schools…. (It was Mirio. His nice-ness was over the bounds. Throwing out invites left and right like a loveable idiot.)

Shindo had somehow weaseled himself into the roster of singing anarchy – grabbing a mic and belting a love song to Uraraka with a significant wink to Midoriya. He even got Jiro and Tatami together on a song. He had challenged Bakugo to a song (which didn’t happen) but a girl could dream about that blackmail material.

But one of the beginning moments that you had fallen in love…

He had been sitting around, mulling over a drink when you saw him look discreetly around for Tatami and Cami. They had both been gone for a tad too long….? Shindo took a break on the pretense of Bakugo’s death glare being too much and laughing his way out of the room. You sat near the door, so you had a surprisingly good view of when his eyes narrowed, and he dropped his friendly demeanor on his way out. You turned your head inquisitively…? Shindo’s sights were set on a couple of low-life frat boys who were heading for an unsuspecting Camie and Tatami leaving the bathroom. You watched him walking towards them, heading them off, and shoving them into another hallway.

You followed him out and stayed behind the hallway to try to see what was happening. What could you say, curiosity got the better of you?

You couldn’t make out what he said but the low threatening timbre of his voice had sent cold chills down your spine. You had never heard this level of sinister maliciousness from even Bakugo. This Shindo was probably more of a villain that he had let others believe. The culprit’s voices became heated, but it was abruptly stopped by the vicious slamming of the wall. Then you could hear running.

You backed up into an empty room, afraid to show Shindo that you had been waiting there. He rounded back—thankfully not seeing you—and you could see the genuine and sincere relief at seeing both Tatami and Camie laughing… in ignorance of what they had just avoided. He rounded the two to join the karaoke room, keeping a watchful eye on the other unsavory participants…

You had leaned against the dark and empty room’s wall to calm your beating heart. Shindo was undoubtedly an asshole but you knew how fiercely protective of the people he loved.

Maybe that was the spark that ignited this wistful thought – “I wish someone loved me that much.”

But love paled in comparison to upcoming finals. Obviously. Get your act together. You made it to the library and waved to several of your classmates studying nearby. Everyone turned back to their own work and left you alone. Just as well. You drummed your fingers on the library desk as you flipped open your computer and continued typing a study guide.

During times like this, your mind wandered a bit. After the karaoke incident, you found yourself looking for moments with Shindo—hoping to catch a glimpse beneath that nice-guy exterior. You found yourself wondering if he was going to ‘show up’ to parties. You found yourself floating over to conversations with the Ketsubutsu crowd if they were ‘mysteriously’ invited. You wondered what Shindo treated his girlfriend like—probably Tatami—but there was no confirmation they were dating.

In your dorms, you sometimes found yourself chuckling along with Todoroki or laughing at Bakugo and wondered what Shindo might say if he was there.

Maybe you yearned to come back to your dorm room and see someone waiting to greet you with a sarcastic quip and sugared, cunning words. Maybe you had stuffed your fingers in between your legs in a pitiful attempt to dampen the rising heat… especially when you thought of a certain brunette and his dark timbre of a voice in the depths of the night.

Maybe you could lie to yourself and say, Shindo was not that person you imagined. 

But you were an independent person who would never allow yourself to be weak or dependent on anyone. If you ever confessed, you would be trapped in a relationship where your partner would inevitably resent you for putting your career first. These were the thoughts that plagued you in your hidden moments. You tried to push these insecurities away but they lurked nearby.

Resentment. That was quite familiar to you. That’s inevitably what you heard and felt. Your last boyfriend resented he was never a priority over yourself, your hero aspirations, and the success of your friends and classmates. You had resented his feelings, trapping you and confining you to change who you were.

So yes, you were independent, amazing, and awesome. But you were lonely... A realization that would sneak up on you every so often. You looked at your computer screen, lifting a hand to crawl over the painful feelings in your chest… as if to reassure yourself.

Because who would want someone like this? How selfish would it be to confess to someone and expect them to understand this?

So yes, you had decided love would never be in the cards for you. It was a practical and logical decision.

“Hey Y/N, you look lost in thought over here.” Kirishima came over to your study table in the library, holding two drinks. You waved off his concerns and lit up at seeing what was in his hands.

“No, no, I’m not! Gimmie the goods.” You tapped the desk impatiently for him to put the hot chocolate down. Kirishima looked at your childish drink in bemusement as he put down his black coffee. “I promised to give over these study notes for you so the least you can do is not judge my drinks.” You stuck your tongue out at the red-haired boy.

Kirishima chuckled, dropping his backpack noisily on the floor. “Y/N, I’m supposed to join Bakugo soon for warm-up... How long do you think you’ll be?” You rolled your eyes a bit at hearing that. When wasn’t Bakugo training or something? Whatever, you were doing Kirishima a favor after all.

You absentmindedly decided to ask, “Isn’t Bakugo supposed to have a match or something? Is it against UA’s Class B or…?” You tapped your backspace key rather impatiently. Aizawa-sensei had been organizing more hero trainings lately for individual members. Something alongside hero work studies; that was certainly keeping you busy. It seemed everyone had something going on lately. You lifted your cup for a quick sip.

“Actually...” Kirishima scratched the back of his head nervously. “It’s against Ketsubutsu Academy’s students.”

You nearly spewed out your precious hot cocoa. Your arms flew up to wipe your keyboard in an awkward attempt to muffle your surprise.

Kirishima had an inkling of your crush for the earthquake bastard. But you were always so quick to dismiss any remote implication that he wasn’t quite sure…. But if he didn’t know before, he knew now.

“…. Apparently Joke-sensei kept pushing Aizawa-sensei for a collaborative ‘event’ so this is what they came up with. It’s supposed to be the beginning of a ‘school-wide’ effort for cooperation and teamwork for heroes across different areas. It’s still in the works but…” Kirishima trailed off at seeing your pinched face.

“What time is it?” You curtly asked. Kirishima looked at his watch.

“It’s supposed to start in an hour.”

“Goddamnit Kirishima. I’m sending you your stupid notes so we can get to this match.” You didn’t even realize you had dropped your formalities. What was racing through your mind was that you had less than an hour to get back your dorm, get ready, see Shindo without looking like a complete nerd who spent too much time studying.

You had luckily been on the ending revisions, but it wasn’t like Kirishima needed all of it. You hastily typed his email in, cursing when your computer loaded too slowly, and sent off the file.

Then came shoving Kirishima into the directions of the dorms so he could “hurry the fuck up”. Kirishima may have dragged his feet a bit, snickering at Bakugo’s choice words falling from your mouth.  It wasn’t like he had to do anything for the match anyways. You on the other hand….

You couldn’t salvage much of your looks, so you tried to throw on a large oversized sweater over your skirt and put on a touch of eyeliner and mascara. Sheesh, you didn’t want to look like you tried too hard. You looked critically at yourself in the mirror and saw… nothing special. You deflated a bit.  Well. Fake it until you make it. Even when you tried, it didn’t seem like much had changed. So what if you didn’t look as pretty as the others like Momo? You had slowly built up your shattered self-confidence before. Better this than looking like a cakeface or a tramp, you supposed.

Then Momo and Jirou knocked on your door. “Y/N, you ready yet?” You opened the door and shoved the feeling of inadequacy in the back of your mind.

“Yea!” You followed the UA crowd out of the dorms and you could see Midoriya and Ochaco talking excitedly about the match—it seemed you weren’t the only one surprised by this. Midoriya was vividly recounting Shindo’s quirks and the pros and cons against Bakugo….

When you went over to the gym where the match was being held, your group joined with the other classmates already there. It looked like Kaminari had saved a row for everyone, patting the seat next to him for Jirou. Mina waved to you, grinning like a banshee and wildly flailing for the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I saved the best seat for you!” She slyly gestured to the view…. that was angled towards Bakugo’s back and… Shindo’s front muscular chest. Did she know? Your heart leaped. Then Mina pointed towards the Ketsubusu’s Academy’s growing crowd. “This is our chance to see the hotties from other schools! I mean we got some fine men but a girl’s gotta window-shop!”

“Hmmm….” You watched interestedly now—you had only ever seen Tatami. But it seemed a fair number of girls had gathered and were pointing at… Shindo? You saw him gesture with his ‘aw shucks’ routine, bashfully giving a smile to the girls before the match. You recognized that look from the UA Provisionals, it reeked of blatant insincerity. You guess fangirls really were blind in love and adoration? They would be in for some cruel reality…. Meanwhile, people were avoiding Bakugo since he had his threatening face on. He was flipping people off and giving no attention to any of the bystanders around him. He just wanted to beat the earthquake bastard.

“Yo, Bakugo, you might wanna look a little less murdersome!” You shouted in good fun from your seat. Bakugo flipped you off while Kirishima and Mina snickered at Bakugo’s salty expression.  Really, you admired Bakugo’s hero ethic, nothing was gonna stop him from getting to the top. But Shindo…? That was a different story. Eh, you couldn’t ponder it anymore since Aizawa sensei had shown up (with a sour look at all the audience) before commencing the match.

You were on the edge of your seat for the next 30 minutes as Bakugo and Shindo traded blow after blow; Shindo had a weakness since Bakugo was airborne due to his thrusters. But Shindo would drag Bakugo down and engage in hand to hand combat. Your legs were creeping closer and closer together at seeing those broad shoulders, rivulets of sweat down his neck and temple, and his determined expression. How would it look if it was faced at you? Focus on the match, not Shindo’s muscles. Focus, Focus. Eventually it came down to the timer and Bakugo had landed a higher number of blows.          

At Shindo’s loss, you felt a keen sense of disappointment. Some part of you cheered for Bakugo but you were desperately craning your neck to see Shindo’s reaction. His face remained darkened though as he turned around and went to his growing number of fangirls who cooed over him. With that many girls, why would he ever take a second look at you? They would cling onto him and stroke his overbearing ego—unlike you. You didn’t even have the courage to attempt to flirt with him. So what? You were blissfully single; you weren’t looking for anything with him.... Right?  

“… Y/N!” You were jolted away from staring, and secretly fantasizing, at Shindo. “Come on, let’s head out!” Kirishima put an arm around your shoulders and Mina was tugging at your sleeve in post-match excitement.

“Yeah! What are we doing now?” You pushed your hair back over your ear, the locks falling in every which direction. Slowing just a step back, you took one last look over your shoulder…  You mentally took a picture of those sinewy muscles, pledging to engrave it forever for those dark moments in your lonesome room. You had a great pro-hero path ahead of you, great friends, great family…

But fuck.

You definitely did not see Shindo looking at your retreating form with a smirk on his face.

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Repeat that fuck. Because you were in another karaoke room with this raucous UA and Ketsubetsu crowd mere hours later. It turned out that everyone wanted to celebrate the match by getting stupidly, wildly drunk. Drinks were smuggled in—god, you knew Aizawa was probably looking the other way—gotta let students be students.

People were chugging alcohol and dancing on tables. This was probably the most normal ‘school’ experience you could’ve had… Even ‘hero’ schools needed to let loose sometime. But you honestly didn’t do very well in this scene. You were content to nurse your drink while leaning against a quiet corner.

God, even Bakugo and Midoriya were drunk— Bakugo had been egged on while Midoriya probably didn’t even realize he took some spiked punch. He was a new level of naïve and that adorable boy had turned beet red. You just face palmed at seeing his embarrassing antics.

“Y/N!” Camie came bouncing over to you, palpable relief on her face. “You’re the only sober looking one here! Can you watch this idiot for a second? Maybe get him to drink some water?” She brought on over… Shindo?! “He’s becoming deadweight and he is ruining my chances tonight! He is the worst wingman ever to get so drunk after losing!” She dropped the deadweight—Shindo— onto the floor next to you with his legs sprawled open.

“I swear to god, he isn’t going to remember anything tomorrow! This incorrigible jerk is going to be black-out drunk like always….” Camie’s voice trailed off and got a little bit... higher? She looked away nervously, but you could see her gaze fall on … Ojiro? She said wingman... Oh no, she was trying to get together with him! You blushed for her!

“Camie, I got this. I’ll make sure he gets some water!” You tried to give her an encouraging look. Oh god, you were so bad at flirting and set ups! You could see how awkward this was for the both of you! But you would try your hardest to help her.

She bounced away while you…. Bent down… Oh gods you had never been this close to him before. You put your palm to his forehead, trying to feel how hot he was. Damn, he ran like a furnace. Shindo merely lolled his head to the side, sighing when your cool fingers made contact.

“Fuck, that feels nice.” Your hand shot back at hearing him talk. You didn’t think he was awake…

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay. Do you want some water?” You were careful to keep your voice low, awkwardly putting your hand on his clothed shoulder.

“I’m thirsty.” His voice dropped low and you felt a twinge between your thighs at the cool gravel of it. “But I’m thirsty for something else…” He let the comment sit between you two…. But your inquisitive eyes flew between him and the punch.

“Honey... don’t look away.” His hot hands wrapped around your neck to crane your face towards his. “I want something wet, something that tastes like you.” You stood shock still, trying to see if you had misheard him…? Was he flirting with you?! Shindo gave a seductive grin as his other hand snaked up your bare thighs.

“Shindo!” You couldn’t hold back your squeak of surprise, feeling him so close to your panties. You tried to look down but he kept you locked in place.

“Come on baby, don’t you want to console little ‘ol me?” His voice was doing things to you— you could feel your legs grinding closer together, trapping his inquisitively still fingers between your thighs. “Baby, you’re so warm and wet for me already?”  He started rubbing his fingers lightly over your panties, feeling the damp spot that had built up from his earlier match.

“Wait—“ You tried to curl in, reach for his hand to stop him but he pushed aside your panties to slip a finger, rubbing it up and down your slit. A single lone digit had you stopping any protests, feeling it fucking vibrate. You leaned in closer, gasping, and he gave a satisfied smirk. His other cupped your butt in delectable promise.

“I can make a mess of you if were a little less of a public place…. Unless you’re into that, baby.”

Public place. Oh god. You straightened out, remembering you were in the dark karaoke room with people everywhere! He was fingering you where everyone could see! “Please, you’re not thinking straight.” You tried to say but stuttering as he pulled his digit away and licked it obscenely.

“Baby girl, don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” Shit, shit, shit. Baby girl. You moved before you could think, crushing your lips to his. He moved as if he knew what his sultry words would invoke, immediately balling his hands into your messy hair, plunging, ravaging, owning you.

“Wanna get out of here?” You nodded helplessly. He quickly hauled you up and left the raucous karaoke room with you by his side.

Fuck it, he wasn’t going to remember anything after tonight. What harm was it if you grabbed this one night with him?

You were inexperienced with sex, probably bad at it, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t like he would remember right?

So, repeat that fuck. No one would’ve ever expected you to be in the bathroom, sitting on Shindo’s lap and spreading your legs lewdly open for him. Your panties had long been discarded as you rutted desperately against Shindo Yo’s hand. “Please, Shindo…” Shindo squirmed a thumb into your asshole, teasing the puckered hole and was thrusting fingers in your cunt. You wanted something more…. Something bigger.

“Fuck…” Shindo watched at how wet you got for him, the sound of his fingers moving in and out and squelching lewdly. “Can you feel that?” You made a dissatisfied noise until his fingers went deeper into your cunt. “Bitch, you’re not satisfied. You need it deeper?” You made a keen whining noise, wiggling your hips. He shoved another digit in, now thrusting three of his digits deeper in while vibrating it and feeling the delicious squeeze of your cunt around him.

“I guess alcohol makes you numb huh? But the fun things I can do to you…” He breathed the words into your neck, giving a salacious grin at your wanton, deprived state.  Shit, vibration hero wasn’t just a title. He relished watching as your hips jerked forward, your boobs shoved lasciviously into his face in desperate need.

“God, you’re so buttoned up and serious most of the time. But here and now? Are you so hungry for me that you wanted to jump me in the bathroom?” Shindo’s fingers withdrew to your dismay. You whined as he gripped your cheeks painfully, smirking at your needy expression. “Honey, you gotta tell me what you want? Don’t just expect me to do all the work here.”

This was your only chance with him. Come tomorrow, he wouldn’t remember a thing and you could hold this memory in the darkest corner of your heart. Just one good long fuck and he would get back to his life and yours without anyone being the wiser. “Shindo, please...”

“Do you want me to finger you until you cum?” Shindo could get you off here and now—but you shook your head wildly and gave him a pleading look. Your cunt was throbbing for him and you wanted to feel his cock in you.

You laced your hands into Shindo’s hair and forced the brunette to look at your lust-hazed eyes, pitching your own voice low…  “Please fuck me, Shindo. Just stop teasing me, use me like I’m your fuck toy.” Shindo groaned low as he lowered his hands to your thighs and squeezed painfully at the plump flesh there.

“Babe, you’re such a dirty girl.” He hauled you up, shoving his pants down low with his cock jutting out. He couldn’t even be bothered to take his jeans off, but this sordid detail made the encounter more real to you. You looked down at his engorged length, heavy and hot against your cunt. God, even his dick was deliciously huge. Wasn’t just ego then.

 “Tell me, are you the type of slut who just wants a dick when you get drunk?” You took a deep breath; ignoring your rational thoughts that this was a stupid way to tell him and decided to just confess…

“Just you Shindo. Please… I’ve been wanting this for years. Please, please….” With that, Shindo groaned as he forced his cockhead into your abused cunt. He eased in... making you think Shindo was more gentle that he let on? Right up until he shoved you down onto his cock, grinning at the sharp jerk of your body and the scream that tore itself out of your throat. Shindo thought to himself: You wanted him to use you like his toy, so that’s what you would get.

You had heard Shindo fucked well. That didn’t begin to describe it—your pussy clenched against his cock at the rough treatment, the burning stretch turning you on with its delicious bite of pain. He thrusted with a piston movement, faster than you’d ever been fucked. When he started vibrating again? You felt your orgasm crash upon you. Your own nails raked against his back as he continued thrusting through your climax, biting down on your neck as he came inside you.

You both sat there for a second… breathing too hard to say anything. You had never had an orgasm that good before—and you honestly didn’t know if Shindo thought this was just a good fuck or shitty sex. Coming down from the high…. You had time to think. Which made you feel wildly inadequate—was this the part where you said something? Like, ‘thanks for the sex, I’m out?’

Was it too dumb to ask if he liked it? Was it even dumber to think maybe he had heard that you confess?

“Um…” You moved your leg and winced at feeling the seeping wetness crawl out between you two. “Shindo..?”

He was surprisingly quiet. His usual smug expression was hidden as he slumped into your shoulder. You eased away from him… but felt his hands tighten on your thighs as if to keep you there. Now you were very unsure of what to say.

“Shindo…. Let me look at you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the dark locks as you tried to lift the heavy weight of his head to see his expression…? Was this something more to him too? “Please, let me know if you’re okay...”

“SHINDO! HONEY BUNS! LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

But then you were crushed with an overwhelming sense of guilt as you heard Tatami’s lilting voice calling for Shindo. The very same name but her cheerful bright voice was laced with concern—

“Fuck.” That what his first words after his sexual interlude with you was. From his forceful, angry gaze at the door… Oh god, were you his sordid secret? Your heart sank. He was drunk, he would probably black-out, did he even realize who he was with? Did he think he was fucking Tatami? Is that what this was?

“Shindo, let me go.” You crawled off his lap, forcing the hot and wet threat of tears down and keeping your voice steady. Shindo looked at you in panic—he couldn’t even bother to look at you earlier, but he would for Tatami? You didn’t even warrant your own, thank you, fuck you. “I guess it’s time to run huh?” You pulled your hair back, pulled your shirt to a modest length, as Tatami’s voice got closer.

Shindo shoved his pants more fully on, “Hey—this isn’t what you think this is. Let me explain.”

“Really?” You whirled around and threw him the most venomous glare you could muster—“Do you even know my name? Or am I just a fucking nameless bitch you mistook for Tatami? Because she is right there,” You jerked a thumb to the door and bit your lip, “She’s perfect and so amazing—” and you remembered Camie…. She trusted you. You had taken advantage of this. “And you’re fucking drunk so I’m literally the shittiest person ever. God, please forget this ever happened.”

Shindo was starting to look irritated at your non-stop words and made a move to speak but you slapped your hand on his mouth. Why else would she be looking for him? “Shindo, don’t explain anything to me. Just make things right by her and don’t ruin this because of this. You guys would be amazing together and she doesn’t deserve to know I fucked it up for you.”

You shoved him back into the bathroom as you exited, rather abruptly as Tatami turned to the wrong hallway. This would be perfect because it would give Shindo some time and you could escape— you could hear Shindo fumbling with the door, but you ran before he could catch you. Turned out your UA skills made you slightly faster than him.

You shoved your way to the exit, screw your purse, you could text Kirishima to take it home for you. You hailed the first taxi out the door to get you home as quickly as possible. It wasn’t until the car sped away that you took your first real breath… and sobbed.

“God, I’m so stupid to think he would ever look twice at me.”

You curled your hands around your cold arms, arms that had just been around Shindo… Was it too much to ask for a single night?

Was it too much to be in love?

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 “Y/N!” You had stayed in your room for the week, only crawling out to the third-year common rooms on Friday. You had gone home that night and laid on your bed, sobbing into the sweater that had briefly held Shindo’s scent. Maybe you were masochistic or something; holding onto something that was so painful to you. But the faint earthy smell, musk, and cedar was hard to let go.

“Yes?” You tried to smile. Midoriya came bounding up to you with a worried look. “You went home so suddenly the other night! You disappeared and never came back!”

“What, you get sick? You look like shit.” Bakugo snickered. Sero slapped him with one of the pillows and you could hear his frantic whispered conversation, you don’t tell a girl she looks horrible. The other girls were around, and Mina was creeping up on Sero, Kirishima and the others to get closer to you.

“Um… Yea.” You tried to laugh it off. But Midoriya still looked worried as he took in your slightly puffy eyes. It seemed like he could see through your flimsy excuse.

Thankfully, Mina interrupted you both with a mischievous grin. “Y/N, you had people asking after you after karaoke!” She had a sing-song tone, waggling her eyebrows. But your heart sunk further… Had it been Tatami? Camie? Had she found out? Because coming from Mina, this could be anyone.

“…Who was it?” If it was, you would face up to it. Because you were Y/N, and you didn’t run from your problems and you’d apologize to her.

“Actually…. It was Shindo.” Mina squealed and made kissy-kissy motions at you.

“Guys, shut up. It would never happen—” Bakugo scoffed and gestured toward you. “She wouldn’t date Mister Two-Faced, no one here is stupid enough to do that.” You felt defensive at hearing that about him, even if he is the source of your misery right now. 

“Bakugo, just because I wouldn’t date him doesn’t means he’s not a good hero. I’m just….” You trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse. But maybe your emotions were too raw, you found your bravado lacking as your voice became small. “… not good enough.”

Anything further was cut off as Bakugo suddenly lurched up, staring daggers at you. Even Midoriya had gone quiet, his brows furrowed. What had you done wrong?

“I don’t think saying that is reason for both of you to be so mad at me. What did I even do?” You wouldn’t stand there and take Bakugo’s shit. You weren’t good enough for Shindo but you were good enough to take on any of your friends in a fight. “Guys, why are you so mad at me?”

Kirishima’s mouth may have been open, he swears he wasn’t but you saw him rapidly point to... you? Behind? Whatever. His eyes were blown wide and he was trying to be subtle as fuck but you weren’t having it. You were trying to get over heartbreak, you came to see your friends and this was what you got?

“I swear to god, I will kick your ass, in training, Bakugo if you don’t look me in the eyes and talk to me like I am a human being and not like I grew another fucking head—”

You heard someone clear their throat, maybe even hold back a scoff and that voice was oh-so-familiar. Like someone you recently heard moaning. Someone that you… kindly shut your mouth and swiveled around with the fakest smile plastered on your feature. How did I miss Kirishima’s cue?

Shindo Yo was in your apartment complex. In your dorm common room. In front of you. Probably had been behind you and overheard what you said. To your dismay, he wasn’t uglier, but he was even more handsome in your two-day respite and everlasting embarrassment that could swallow you whole right now. Please let me die.

“Hey fuckface, you’re in the wrong school.” Bakugo was snarling at him as Shindo waved to the room.

“Hey blastie, it’s nice to see you too.” He gave a saccharine sweet smile to Bakugo, fully knowing how easily riled he was. Bakugo scowled at the name, ready to call him out.

Shindo smirked at Bakugo but otherwise held his hands up placatingly. “Don’t jump down my throat, I’m not here to pick a fight or spy on you all. You UA students are so jumpy.” Kaminari and Bakugo didn’t look believing but Midoriya finally smiled and gave him a friendly wave.

“What brings you here Shindo? And calm down Bakugo, he’s probably authorized to come inside. UA doesn’t let people just walk in.” Shindo nodded and held up… your bag and phone. No wonder Kirishima said he couldn’t find it! You had tried to ping it on your laptop, but it had been a mess without it and to text the others.

“I’m just here to return Y/N’s stuff and hopefully have a conversation with her.” He cocked his head to the side, glancing at you. He had his own (fake) smile on, giving a puppy dog look to the girls as they started fussing over you two.

“Of course Y/N would be grateful to talk to you!” You would? You looked back at Yaoyorozu who started shushing all the other guys, including Mineta who was shouting that ‘you had betrayed them all for Ketsubetsu!’ You were about to protest but Mina quickly slapped her hand over your mouth, nodding like a crazy person.

“In fact, you two should have some privacy! Off to your room, Y/N” And she discreetly whispered, “Preferably before Bakugo punches his face.”

Not my room. Not my room. You shook your head but Shindo took you by the arm and tightened his hand in warning. “Y/N, it’s the least you could do after I went through all the trouble of coming here.” It wasn’t until you both reached the stairs that Shindo dropped the smile, following your stiff movements to your room.

You waited until you were both safely away from prying ears and you closed your bedroom door behind him. “Shindo, you don’t need to be here. I don’t think we have anything to talk about unless you want me to apologize for troubling you?”

Your brain was running miles a minute. But you didn’t even know how much he remembered. Maybe just play ignorant for now.

Shindo sat down on your bed, throwing your purse carelessly onto a chair. God, he was so sinfully handsome in his black shirt and dark wash jeans. He knew how to flaunt his assets.

“Y/N, you need to stop playing games.” You hovered at the door and inched towards the doorknob… “If you decide to run away again, I’m going to fucking chain you to this bed until you hear me out.”

Scratch your idea of escape—but hot damn, you swallowed down your nervousness and felt your cunt throb. Being chained to his bed sounded far more appealing than it should. You tried to relax… tried to not show how much the threat turned you on. Because you clearly had priorities.

Like how he remembered that you ran away.

Shindo gestured for you to sit. You sat on the farthest corner away on the bed. Shindo gave a long-suffering sigh at your reluctance. “Y/N, I’m not going to bite. I’m not trying to trick you.” He took on a slightly more cajoling tone, tapping the sheets close to him.

“Shindo, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You looked nervously between the bed and him. His eyes turned darker and his voice a little lower.

“Why?” Shindo breathed out.

You shook your head, recognizing the line of question – he was fishing. Better to still be ignorant. Better to stay on-topic.

“So.” You changed the topic. “What do you mean by playing games, Shindo? I’ve never….” You kept the unspoken words in your head, ‘played, I’m in love with you.’ You continued on, "I’ve never asked you to come in. You could’ve just turned this in and gone back to your girlfriend.” You decided to test the waters because maybe he only remembered parts and not the entirety. You could still salvage this situation.

Shindo scoffed again. “And they say I’m the player. So, what if I have a girlfriend? You mean you’d never date me right? Because you’re such a high-born princess. Telling all your friends out there how you’d never consider me.” Your hands tightened together on your lap.

“Does it matter? You don’t need another notch on your belt, you have someone amazing and wonderful. She’s probably an amazing girlfriend already.” You were confused at his disparaging tone. Why was he turning this around on you? Why did he want you to suffer here with him? Did he just want to humiliate yourself?

“I’ll be nice and cut to the chase Y/N. Do you think I’m the kind of asshole to cheat on … Tatami?” It seemed to take a second for him to say her name. Like he was uncomfortable.

Well, if he was going to be honest…. “Shindo, I don’t think you’re an asshole. You act like one but I know you care and you’re not as evil as you say you are.” You breathed deep, reminding yourself you would face him once and for all. “I think you were drunk, and I was in the wrong for doing what I did.”

“Then why did you do it?” Shindo stared at you.

“Because—” Wow, this was getting uncomfortable fast. “You probably wouldn’t remember, and I thought you wouldn’t care. Not that I would ever help someone cheat, but can I blame you for mistaking me for her?” You tried to give off a casual shrug. “It was dark, it was hard to see. Obviously, my fault for thinking it was something else right?”

Shindo quirked an eyebrow, giving you a vague ‘hmm’.

What was up with this?

“You said you wanted to talk, and I said my piece. Why don’t you just tell me what you want me to do? Tell Tatami? Tell you I fucked up?” You were getting a little peeved; Shindo was literally your wet dream and he was in your room. This was the stuff of your daydreams, but this was the worst situation imaginable.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Shindo kicked off his shoes and swung his legs up to make himself comfortable. “And I don’t feel like leaving until you tell me the truth.”

Oh dear lord, this man was insufferable.

You crawled across the bed and shoved a hand into his chest. Trying to push him off but he made himself more comfortable into your pillows. “You, Shindo, are dating another girl and you’re sitting in my room wanting what? The truth or did you want some sex? Because this sounds like you want some pussy and I’m not the kind of girl who gives it up like this.”

“You gave it up in the bathroom.” Shindo’s eyes fell to your revealed cleavage, the neckline of your sweater had fallen when you got onto the bed. You shoved his face upwards, indignant now.

“That was because I thought you wouldn’t remember and you would forget everything! Even if I confess to you, it doesn’t matter.” Your voice broke on the last word as you finally felt the tears come back.

Shindo’s arm reached out for your elbow, grasping it slowly. Almost like he was actually unnerved by the fact you were crying. The gentleness in contrast to his normal roughness was endearing. He even rubbed your arm as he waited for you to continue. “Stupid Shindo, don’t look at a girl crying. That’s what I call an asshole move.”

“Y/N, do you want to be friends with benefits then?”

“Absolutely not.” Your answer was immediate. You wouldn’t compromise your morals for even him. “I’m not gonna help you cheat now I know you’re dating.”

“So you wanna date me instead then?”

You looked to the side. “No...” Even if it was in the realm of possibility.

“Then why did you confess if you want nothing from me? You wanted a good fuck? Should’ve known you’re the one who wanted a notch on your belt….” He sighed in mock disappointment.

You turned to him, affronted for both you and him. Your feelings weren’t that shallow! If anything, he should know that about you. “I won’t be your friends with benefit because I’m too invested in you. I actually like you and I’m not stupid enough to do that!” You couldn’t handle that kind of relationship.

“Then why won’t you date me?” Shindo goaded.

You couldn’t believe his asinine words. “Did you not get how I said Tatami is literally perfect?!” You were furious enough to shove a punch at him and he dodged it. You scampered upright and gestured to yourself.

“I’m not delusional Shindo so please fucking shut up about dating. I’m not good enough for you,” You threw up your fingers to rattle off your points, “I’m not pretty enough, I’m not confident enough, I’m not sexy enough.”You couldn’t stop yourself, memories of your ex-boyfriend’s accusations came flying in. “I’m a ‘fucking selfish prude’ because I want to be a pro-hero more than anything; even more than a stupid relationship.” You caved into your stupid insecurities and rants, expecting Shindo take a step back. Any guy would walk away from this kind of crazy.

Because everything your ex-boyfriend had pointed out, showed that you would never be good at a relationship. You were too independent, you were too focused, you were too selfish to ever be a good girlfriend. But … “I know this and I wanted to know what one night with you would be like….” Your voice fell to a pathetic, desperateness that you never wanted him to hear.

There was a certain relief though. An ease because you knew he would probably run away and any chance of a relationship was crumbling apart. So, he would leave. Maybe he’d tell everyone downstairs how insane you probably sounded.

“In fact, you’d do yourself a favor if you walked out and forgot this all happened.” Emphasis on the word favor, with as much derision and contempt you could feel.

Shindo rubbed one of his hands at the base of neck as he looked to the side, sighing even more. “You’re a clusterfuck of issues, princess, aren’t you?”

Wow, great words there Casanova.  You gestured to the door in agreement. Obviously, you can leave. Because what could you say? You sighed heavily when he didn’t move though. It seemed he wanted to prolong your misery, embarrassment, and possibly the most botched confession of all time.

“Okay, yes, I’m a cluster fuck of issues. You deserve better than whatever my stupid feelings would take you. So just be happy because you deserve someone amazing.” You knew you were being contrary, you had just confessed to him and turned him down.

“You’re getting to be a broken record Y/N”. Shindo still didn’t leave. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath in and out…. maybe he was just honestly needed a few minutes for it to sink in.

“Y/N, I’m still here. Closing your eyes and wishing me away isn’t gonna work.” Shindo was giving you a skeptical look now, cross-legged on the bed. He reached over to pull a pillow into his lap. Why was he getting even more comfortable?

Shindo sighed. “You’re a mess but now that the truth is out—the entire truth instead of this half-assed ‘I should be with Tatami’ shit, I have a few things to say.” Shindo wasn’t obtuse, he knew you had been looking at him. You had caught his eye from the get-go when he wondered what you looked like, what happened when your studious exterior was broken and stripped away. In fact, he thought of toying with you and fucking you once until your interest dissipated. It always did when girls found out his true nature. But you… you were different.

“First of all, I’m not dating Tatami. What she was calling me…” He rubbed his fingers between his furrowed brows. “She calls me that for shits and giggles in front of fangirls to mess with me.” You double-took at this.  “I was trying to hook up with you, Y/N, and I’m not dicking around with my friends.” Shindo grimaced at the mere thought.  “Whatever you came away with, I’m not desperate enough to pretend you were her.” You still felt yourself deflate though. He was dicking and fucking around right? At least he knew it was you… Much relief that was, you thought sarcastically.

Shindo waved his hand in front of your face, snapping his fingers. “Hey. Listen to me before you get the wrong idea.” Huh. Shindo was getting surprisingly good at reading you. “I don’t want to date Tatami but I want a chance at dating you.”

You … probably misheard that. “Dating who?”

Shindo chuckled. Actually, genuinely chuckled as he pointed at you. You threw a look over your shoulder to make sure there was no one behind you.  Shindo tried to look put off but his mouth was quirked up in amusement.

“Y/N, stop acting like an idiot. Look at me because I’m not done yet.” He looked relaxed with a bit of snark. You weren’t sure if even Shindo could fake this expression.

“Shindo, you want to date me, a fucking mess?” You interrupted him.

“Sounds like a mess that’s actually in love with me and willing to give me a chance.” Shindo wasn’t oblivious to the fact most women shied away from his dual-nature and strong dose of sadistic cruelty underneath his nice-guy exterior.

“Y/N, we’re both humans. We both have a lot of shit to work through, but it sounds like someone told you that they were an insecure asshole and took it out on you.” He wasn’t…. exactly wrong about your ex-boyfriend. You grimaced at the memories, of all the time you wasted on him.

“I personally wouldn’t mind a pro-hero girlfriend who takes no shit from anyone—even me. In fact, we can both compete for top 10 and beat out your UA classmates.” Shindo appreciated that you valued being a hero rather than a vapid girlfriend. It gave him a vaguely smug superiority to think of you being a hero of your own right, watch you flaunt your success to your UA classmates and watch them look on in envy when you were his girlfriend. Even blastie didn’t score this.

“And you said you weren’t sexy enough? Selfish prude? Y/N, that sounds like a guy didn’t know what he was doing.”

Some asshole obviously didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. You saying this was a fucking invitation to Shindo—you were a composed, staid, straight-laced kind of girl.  It turned him on since he wanted to see how your tight, nearly virgin pussy would take him. He wanted to see your discomposed face fall open in pleasure. He wanted to see how far he could break your composure and seriousness. Shindo had to shove his arousal down, feeling a wave of excitement at the thought of trying to find all your kinks and desires. God the possibilities were endless.

You, on the other hand, were leaning into him in confusion.

“This doesn’t sound like a reason for you to want to date me. It sounds like you’re playing nice-guy to make myself feel better and less crazy?”  In fact, you still half-expected Shindo would say this was all a joke.

Shindo felt his lip curve into a smile, slightly more cunning and a little more saccharine-sweet than you had ever seen him. “Come closer and I’ll tell you why you’re worth the trouble?” He crooked his finger and you felt yourself crawling towards him. He opened his legs, his soothing murmur acting like a lure for you—your worries were overwhelmed in face of his temptingly strong arms.

“Y/N.” You leaned in close—close enough for him to grab your head and crush his mouth over yours. You were so startled that you parted your lips in protest and he took the chance to forcibly shove his tongue in. He kissed like he was devouring you, his tongue licking into all the crevices of your mouth, tasting your sweetness and barely giving you a breath. One of his hands locked your waist in, another at the base of your neck as he refused to give you an inch of space.

This went on for long minutes until he finally lifted his mouth to give you a reprieve. You had been so close, so very close to rubbing your chest against his to feel more of his brawny muscle—but you still had enough reason to stop and shove at him uselessly. Little sanity that you had left…

“Are you suuuuper sure that you want to date someone like me?”

“I want to date you. I’m not in it for some pussy, babe. The truth is you like me despite that I’m a selfish two-faced bastard.” He rasped out. “That you like me enough to want me to be happy even though I want to fucking ruin you.” You found your thighs getting wet at his harsh voice. Shindo chuckled, almost as if he knew what he was going to you. “Some asshole doesn’t know how to handle you but that’s on them. I could have you riding, begging for me and making you come over and over if you were my girlfriend.” You felt his burgeoning erection and you had started to gyrate your hips with his—and you didn’t even realize. Your eyes were starting to glaze over with the promises he made…

But Shindo took on a more serious tone. “That you actually would cry over me because you want me here.” Your hands clenched in his black shirt, finding your sappy sentimental heart at war with the lust crawling from your hot throbbing cunt. As for Shindo…. He remembered your endearing show of affection. After you had left him in the bathroom, he had almost snapped at Tatami for ruining his post-coital moment. It actually felt nice to have you cuddle with him because he normally never cared for it.

“And you crying does things to me.” You looked up, a lilting questioning glint in your eyes. “I want to be the only one you’re crying about. Mostly when I’m fucking you, but I don’t want you with some other dick.” He wanted to be the only person you fell apart for.

“Shindo, I think that’s called sadism.” You quipped. Wow, in the heat of his confession, you still couldn’t hold back your commentary. Shindo liked this about you. Even in the throes of oncoming sex, you also could put him in his place but make him laugh.

“Hey, a relationship is all about compromise, right? It’s a fair trade when you’re the complicated one.” God, Shindo was crude but this confession was better than any flowery words ever could’ve been.

“I don’t know if it’s a compromise when I’m complicated and you’re a sadistic asshole… SHINDO!” Shindo thrust his erection into your clothed cunt as he cut the conversation short.

“Y/N, you’re either going to agree to be my girlfriend and I can fuck you right now. Or you can say no, and I will leave.” Shindo wasn’t really giving you a choice.

“Fine. If you are willing to take me, ‘clusterfuck’ of a mess as I am.” You said, finally feeling an inkling of hope beyond the fears you had built around yourself. You never thought Shindo would take a chance on you… nor you, on him. Because you were also starting to realize Shindo was never going to be the ideal, caring, considerate prince you had imagined in your childhood. And that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Shindo just as he was.

Shindo eagerly took off your shirt now, whistling once he saw your bra-less chest. “How could you keep this from me?” The bathroom lighting had done you no justice. You said you weren’t pretty but you were gorgeous. He muttered as much, you thought you even heard something about ‘thank god no one’s gonna fucking know how sexy you are’ but it was muffled as he stuffed his face between your boobs.  He started to slip off your shorts, but you stopped him with a soft kick. “Baby, that’s kinda violent don’t you think?” He didn’t let up though as he tugged it off.

You tugged at his shirt and put on a petulant pout, “Hey, I’m all for equality. Take off your clothes.” Shindo grinned and peeled off his shirt, finally letting you look at his muscled abs you had been admiring for months, that you had only taken peeks at. You impishly stole a kiss from him and unabashedly ran your hands down his abs.

“Wow, now that you’re not all desperate in a bathroom, you’re really mouthy.” He reluctantly ended the kiss, brushing a thumb against your lips at the end of his sentence. You gave a mischievous lick to his fingers, relishing the taste of Shindo’s skin. You craved more, leaning upward to lick the sweat off the base of his throat. He did a quick intake of breath as he growled, “Y/N, I thought you said you were a prude.”

You fell back onto the bed and gave a questioning look? “Apparently? I’ve never been so curious as to how someone else tasted.” You licked your lips to savor it a bit more. Shindo literally groaned.

“Stop saying shit like that or I‘ll be stuffing your mouth full of cock, babe.” Your face went beet-red as you suddenly stared down at his bulging briefs, of course he wore briefs, and envisioned it. “Oh babe, were you imagining it?” He cooed, smugness filling up the room. “You wanna see if I’ll take it slow? Let you get used to it?” He inched his briefs down, inch by inch. “Or will I stuff your face, watch you drool and choke on it?” You tried to cover your face because oh god, you had never been teased before.

“Oh baby, you’re in for so much if you’re embarrassed by just this.” Shindo was going to savor every bit of your embarrassed innocence.  This was pure gold. You were the picture of corrupted innocence with your hair splayed on the pillow, your chest and neck blushing pink, legs lewdly open and he could see the wetness gathering on your panties.

“Shindoooo” You whined.  

“Calm down, I’ll take it easy on you.” For now, he thought silently. He trailed his hand down, exploring the soft skin of your neck, teasingly brushing his hands over your hardened nipples… smirking when you squirmed underneath his gaze. His hand came to your stomach and he held still for a moment. He wondered if his cock could fill you up to the point you’d cry? A thought for another time. He slipped his finger underneath the waistband of your panties and grinned.

“How much do you like this pair?” You shrugged, not really knowing what he meant. At least until he slipped it off and held it tantalizingly to the side. “I kind of want a memento of our first official date.”

“Shindo, that is fucking nasty.” You could actually see how wet it was. Shindo shrugged.

“You said you were in love with me. Nasty is my default mode.” Shindo descended to your navel, sliding lower as he made himself comfortable. He propped one leg over his shoulder—wait, what was he doing? You were too new to this, but he couldn’t be thinking of that right?

“Babe, you gotta let me eat.” He swooped in while you tried to twist out of his grasp but he wasn’t going to let you escape. Never gonna let you run away again. Shindo hadn’t said this but the fact you were faster than him disgruntled him.  He licked deep into your cunt, opening up your moist, tight lips. You couldn’t move from the climbing pleasure as he lapped like a man starved. His mouth followed the throbbing of your cunt to the aching to your clit.  He gently suckled your clit, making breathy whiny gasps fall from your mouth.

“Last time was a little hard and fast. I wanna make sure you know I can be gentle as you want.” He let your orgasm build, watching the quivering of your thighs pull taut—and then the bastard withdrew.

“But is gentle what you want?” Shindo just…. breathed over your sensitive cunt. Didn’t move an inch. You could feel his fingers stroking your leg but nowhere near what you wanted. He was purposely edging you. “I remember what you said before. Are you my little fuck toy?” You nodded a little desperately. But it was not what he wanted to see, judging from his tightening fingers on your leg. He tutted at you.

What had he said before? You scrambled to remember. Remembered how he had lost control of himself at something you said… You realized. “Shindo, fuck your girlfriend like you mean it.” You reached a hand down to spread yourself open.

Shindo had expected something but not like that. “I was gonna go nice and slow because you’re my sweet little girlfriend, but it turns out you’re perfect for me.” He finally, finally started the slide of his fingers to probe deeper into your wet cunt and scissor your insides open. He was looking for that fleshy spot, leering at how your mouth fell open when he did find it. He turned his vibrating quirk on, watching you scream at the sudden quaking pressure. Only when you lay gasping and overstimulated, did he started inching his cock into your wetness. It was snug, tight, and still twitching from your orgasm--- Shindo’s eyes glazed over with pleasure, looking drunk on the feeling of you. 

Once he moved.. oh god. He was drinking up your little whimpers and sighs, starting a dominating rhythm. It didn’t matter what you said or how you begged; he thrust hard and fast,  kept you on edge when he slowed down, only to surprise you by pushing his cock punishingly hard against your sweet spot. It seemed like you were his little rag doll, subject to his whims—at least until he took pity on you, letting you orgasm when he finally came inside you. Even afterward, he kept you impaled and still on his cock. He enjoyed the feeling of cum slipping out of you, rubbing it back into your cunt. You shivered at feeling his fingers circle around, glazing your thighs with his release.

When you finally had some energy to talk, you scoffed. “That was gentle?”

“You should be glad that I didn’t vibrate my dick.” He shifted to lay on top of you, caging you in. You noticed he was careful not to crush you—something small that showed that he cared. He brought his slick fingers back to cup your face. “Gross, Shindo.” He grinned unrepentantly. He nuzzled your neck and you couldn’t resist playing with your boyfriend’s soft hair. It was a moment to cherish.

Then came his next statement. “Hey, what’s your dorm rules on boyfriends?” He barreled on, as if a thought just occurred to him. “Can I surprise McBlastie Bakugo in the morning? What I would give to see his face when he wakes up to see me.” He snickered. “So much for the fact you wouldn’t date me.“ You literally groaned for a whole different reason.

Shindo wasn’t going to let it rest though. When you stubbornly gave no answer, he took a different tactic. “Babe, don’t you want to show me off?” He cajoled you, rolling his hips a little deeper into yours. You clenched around him despite how tired you were. “Or we can just show off how I make you scream? Maybe we can even fuck on his bed?”

Okay. Shindo was an asshole and troll until the end of time, but he was officially your boyfriend. One part of having your dreams came true, you also had to forever mediate between him and your UA friends.

Eh. They could live with it.

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