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zentraex · 6 months

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

Yandere: Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto

Trigger Warnings: mention of Torture, guilt tripping, kidnapping, yandere

The Escape-Experience!

It's been years since you were kidnapped by him.

You thought he was a good person, a hero, an angel himself.

You had this impression of him all your school lifelong.

Then you woke up, chained.

Of course

There are no people who are entirely good. Fate showed it to you again in the most painful way.

Deku was a bad person, a villain, a monster himself.

For years, he has given you a false image of him.

But I can do that too

Usually, you defeat your opponent with their own weapon. That's exactly what you did with him.

For years, you've given him a false image of yourself.

You did everything he wanted. After all, it doesn't take much to be a perfect housewife.

Reality hits him hard when he comes home after a long mission and finds an empty house in front of him.

Someone kidnapped you!

It doesn't even occur to him that you might have left him. You love him as much as he loves you! Why would you even think of that? So, why would he?

It's been years since he felt such a thirst for blood, while being without you.

He wouldn’t simply kill your kidnapper… He would torture him to death!

Non-stop, without sleep, he searches for you.

It was a coincidence that he found you under a bridge.

"Reader!"

He doesn't see the horror on your face, doesn't take the time to think about why your kidnapper isn't with you. He's just happy to have you in his arms again, to bring you home and go on living your life in peace. He won’t punish you, chains you up or anything else. Why should he? It’s not your fault you were kidnapped.

However, you won't be able to escape a second time.

After all, we don't want anyone to kidnap you again, do we?

You should have been called stupid for even thinking of fleeing.

We're talking about Katsuki Bakugou: King Explosion Murderer.

The probability that you will manage to escape at all is almost zero percent. He didn't chain you anywhere, but the security system is higher than in any other house in Japan.

So, imagine how surprised he was when he entered the home and you were no longer there.

He knew you didn't really love him. He knew that his love was sick. He knew that what he was doing was not right.

It was clear from the beginning that at some point you would try to escape. That's why he took such precautions. So...

How did you do it?

Bakugou may seem strong and cold all the time, but deep down he is very vulnerable. That's why he's standing there, hurt, but also a little panicked.

Where did you go?

How far are you ahead?

Will he ever find you again?

What if he can't find you anymore?

Life without you is impossible!

However, it doesn't take too long for him to find you.

He knows you, has studied your thoughts, and stalked your behavior.

Before you know where you want to go next, he's already there.

You have lost the freedom to move around the house. At least for now.

After all, life without you is impossible. So why would he risk it again?

Shoto is not a bad person. All he wants is a little love, which he never really got to experience as a child. It would never have come to his mind that he would lock you up in his house, he doesn't want to do anything that could upset you, after all.

But the first time your life was in danger and Shoto sat powerless next to your hospital bed, he acted out of fear.

He can't lose you! The love you give him is making him feel complete!

What would he be without it?

Nothing.

So, he kidnapped you as soon as you were released from the hospital. No security system, no cameras, nothing.

He could never dream of doing something like that to you.

That's why it was so easy for you to escape.

But fate is cruel, so, you ran right into him.

When he got home, tears streamed through his face.

"I'm sorry, Reader. I just can't lose you!"

"I'm just so scared!"

"Please don't be mad! I love you so much!"

Seeing Shoto crying like that would break everyone's heart. So, you pull him into your embrace. It's so warm...

That it makes it even more difficult for him to force tears...

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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Yandere thought of the day:

Roommate Izuku who decided to take you at the moment he sees you weren't getting enough sleep. Of course, he's generous enough to pay off all your college debts, including buying you a new mattress and clothes that fitted your figure so well (along with some Deku merchandise)

Roommate Izuku who always shrugs it off whenever you want to pay him back, whether that's for rent or groceries; he always declines and says "You can get me back next time, sweetheart."

Roommate Izuku always offers to wash your clothes. But, he always makes sure to steal a few dirty pares of undies and bras as the last pare doesn't smell like you anymore.

Roommate Izuku loves to cook for you, making whatever you want after a hard day. But, he always adds a secret ingredient that helps you have more energy.

Roommate Izuku who keeps a camera in the corner of your room, watching your every move and sees you do things that are for his eyes and eyes only.

Roommate Izuku who always comforts you whenever your friends or partner decide to leave you, saying along the lines of "You have me baby, why don't I cook your favorite?".

Roommate Izuku jacks off at pictures of you. The photos that show a bit tad more skin, the ones you are naked, showing, or the ones who you are playing with yourself.

Roommate Izuku who doesn't hesitate to make sure you feel good, to make sure you forget the lousy, idiotic partner you have who doesn't take proper care of you.

Roommate Izuku always welcomes you with a kiss, a giant hug, and fingers trailing around the belt of your pants to make sure you know you belong to him and him only.

Roommate Izuku makes sure to please you as much as he can: hooking his fingers around your panties, pulling them down while sucking on your delicate skin.

Roommate Izuku who just wants to love you.

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shorkbrian · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on the yandere purge? :> if it’s not too much trouble, could you write about izuku and his darling, both such… obsessive people . the only difference is darling is obsessed with, you know, not dying where dekus more obsessed with the anxiety ball pacing her home an hour before the purge. Thank you!

oh my GOD the yandere purge is the hottest thing! I can't recall who originally created it but oh my-oh my god theyre so smart.

(Truth be told tho I know I'd be fine if it was a legit irl thing cause no one would want to nab me and you know what? I'm okay with that)

(And it's never too much trouble!!! literally my pleasure wink wonk)

All Izuku can think about is you.

Pretty little you. Soft, sweet you. Beautiful, smart you.

Not smart enough to avoid getting taken, but that works out in his favor, and honestly? Izuku thinks it's kind of cute. Hates that he has to stress you out so much, like a scared little rabbit in a cage - eyes wide, heart pounding, body shaking slightly in fear.

But it's all worth it.

When he gets to cradle your face in his hands, place soft, delicate kisses all over your forehead and cheeks for the first time, taste your lips for real.

Izuku cums way too fast the first time he pulls you into his lap, your wrists tied lovingly behind your back despite the fact that you're drugged ever so slightly. It's just to make sure you don't stress too much, lash out and hurt yourself in your attempts to get away. You look adorable like that too, all sleepy-eyed and mumbly, aware of what was happening but not able to stop it.

"Oh, shhhh, it's okay baby. I'm right here, M'gonna take care of you, don't worry-"

"Wait a minute-wai-w-w-"

"Shhh, don't think, just feel." Izuku always soothes, rubbing your back, petting your sides. His scarred fingers slip between your legs so he can rub thick knuckles against your clit through your panties, and it drives you wild.

"'Gonna cum so pretty for me, yeah?" He looks at you with the softest expression you've ever seen a man make. "You're so perfect, so good."

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He's so much bigger than you are, yet treats you so gently. Soft rolls of his hips as he drives a too-thick cock into your pussy, holding your hands, kissing down your neck as he whispers declarations of love into the skin there.

You try to fight, kicking and wiggling and being as horrible to fuck as you're able, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice.

"Look at me, let me see that beautiful face." Izuku is patient enough to wait for a moment, but when you refuse to turn your face and look up at him, the green-haired man grabs your chin gently, turns your neck for you. "Stop closing your eyes and let me see you." He demands.

When you refuse, he starts drilling into you harder, with more force until it hurts. Your stomach twinges with the stabbing pain and you can't help but open your eyes, already sobbing.

"There she is-" And he's slowing back down again, only putting a few inches inside, grinding at an angle until he can find that little spot inside that makes you shake and moan.

He's gentle, but only if you listen and obey.

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As time goes on you bend, accepting his affection with tired resignation. He's just so insistent, you'd never be able to fight him forever.

But you still try, whining when you feel his heat against your back, a hand on your hip holding you steady as he ruts against your ass.

"Mm, I'm tired.... please, not tonight." But Izuku keeps going.

"Just let me....." His sentence devolves into heavy panting, and the man has to swallow down a mouth full of spit before he can speak again, the soft curves of your body turning his brain to mush. "I won't be... won't be long. We'll go right back t'sleep."

And he does, right after he slips his cock inside while you wince and clench your teeth, the man immediately groaning, spasming as warmth fills you. He cums so quick, always ready for more. But you were tired, and he loves you, so he pets your hair, kisses your shoulder as soon as he regains his breath, stops shaking.

"Sorry baby, you just felt so good, couldn't stop myself." And he never can when it comes to you. "Love you."

And it burns your ears to hear it.

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theextratreefairy · 11 months

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Hi if your requests are open can I please ask for a yandere bakugo and izuku and shinso

With a quiet and sweet darling that wears

Jirai Kai fashion because of their abandonment issues and because it's cute

And can it be where the darling asks them if they can paint their nails / put Clips in their hair/put ribbons in their hair

Darling: can I please paint your nails / put Clips in your hair / put ribbons in your hair?

RTSBFKBS I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT STYLE. Taglist: @theninjabozo Warnings: abandonment issues, fluffy fluff time :) I assumed you meant separate so, I did that :) They are kinda small tho. I also didn't know for certain if you wanted feminine pronouns or not, so I wrote it as 'you'

SHINSO HITOSHI - CAN I PLEASE PAINT YOUR NAILS?

Hitoshi loved you, and you knew that.

But sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if you were too much for him, if you made him feel annoyed. Even if that fear was irrational to Hitoshi since he's basically keeping you in his dorm outside of school and also brain washes any who tries to get too close to you.

You felt unsure when you two were in the same room and it was just filled with comfortable silence.

While you were painting your nails and trying out pretty new designs, Hitoshi was trying to do homework Aizawa gave to him to try and get into the hero course.

When your nails were done, you mustered up all your courage as you fiddle with your shirt and you ask: "Hitoshi, can I ask you a question?"

"You don't need to ask, love." Hitoshi chuckled softly. "C-can I paint your nails?" You ask, avoiding his gaze. "Only if I get to pick out the designs." Hitoshi teased you with a lazy grin on his face. "O-okay! What colors do you want?"

"How about purple and pink?"

BAKUGO KATSUKI - CAN I PUT CLIPS IN YOUR HAIR

Sometimes you couldn't help but be scared of Katsuki's reaction, because of this you had issues expressing what you wanted to him. And your abandonment issues were quite a factor in that.

Katsuki knew this all too well, so his angry attitude was never directed to you, and because of this he knew all too well when you wanted something but was afraid to say so. "OI, liking what you see?" He asks in a teasing tone. He sees you staring at him, more specifically his hair.

You looked down at the clips in front of you and said: "Yes... I do."

This caused Katuski to chuckle softly and that gave you the courage to ask: "Can i put clips in your hair?"

"you better pick out the pretty clips." He grinned. "I saved my explosion clips just for you, Katsu."

MIDORIYA IZUKU — CAN I PUT RIBBONS IN YOUR HAIR?

Izuku loved to ramble, and you loved to listen. While Izuku was rambling about Eraserhead's fighting style while you were trying to style your hair with the ribbons in front of you.

"Well technically Aizawa-sensei fights quirkless, which means that he would have been an absolute favorite to quirkless kids all over Japan!" You just kissed him on his cheek shyly, causing his rambles to stop as he froze. "Can I put ribbons in your hair?" You ask shyly. Izuku nodded while blushing furiously. But before you could start he kissed you softly, causing you to become the flustered one.

"That is payback for the surprise attack."

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envillenx · 2 years

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He just wants to keep you safe

Edit: I forgot his freckles 💀

#yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere midoriya izuku #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere art #yandere deku #midoriya x y/n #yandere x y/n #yanderecore #yandere fanart #yandere male #male yandere #obsessive #obsessive love #drawing #yandere midoriya x reader

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sweetheart4you · 1 month

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Hi! Can you do Yandere villian deku x trans boy comfort? Where the reader breaks down cus he thinks he isn’t masc enough? And Izuku comforts and reassures him? Thanks! It’s okay if not have a good day/night!<3

Yea I can do that! Thanks for the request!

Deku first met you when he was in middle school. To be fair, you were too. You weren't out, and you were Katsuki's “sister” so you only really hung out with Katsuki.

Deku hated you deeply for being related to Katsuki. That was until he interacted with you. You were kind, though nervous and visibly anxious.

After that day, he swore to protect you. By stalking you, he'd found out your parents neglected you for not getting a strong enough quirk, and he realized you were trans, even before you did.

Eventually, he kidnapped you, and you were complient. After a while, you figured yourself out and while you're not dysphoric most days, some days are hard.

Today was a hard day. You weren't feeling masculine, Deku was out on a mission with all of the LOV except Dabi. All you could think was comparing how much you two looked different.

Safe to say, when Deku got home, you were curled up in your blankets, asleep from all the crying you had done.

Once you woke up, you were faced with a worried Izuku.

“Baby boy, are you okay?..” All you could do was nod softly, yet Izuku knew you too well. “No you aren't. If you don't feel like talking, you can write it down f'me instead, but you will be telling me what's wrong.”

So, you wrote it down, knowing if you disobeyed, you would get pleasantly punished. However, you weren't in the mood for that.

Once he understood, he muttered you affirming praises, saying things like: “You've always been my good boy, baby.” “You're my handsome man.” “If I took you outside, no one would be able to tell the difference” etc.

He held you, made Toga get you snacks, shown you your own before + after pictures, made you eat and stay hydrated.

He easily took care of you and made you feel better. After all, you were his husband <3

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aleatory-eyes · 1 year

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Tw: yandere and delusional. Abuse of power.

Drabble: unreciprocated

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

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

Yandere deku x secretary reader

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

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

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

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

His face is getting dangerously close to yours.

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

could you blame him for falling in delusion?

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

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#yandere deku #yandere midoriya x reader #yandere midoriya izuku #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere male #yandere bnha #yandere #dark content #yandere mha #mha #yandere midoriya #yandere deku x reader

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flynnahh · 23 days

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MHA MASTERLIST

I don’t write for denki or mineta

Midoriya

Iida

Uraraka

Bakugo

Yaoyorozu

Todoroki

Ashido

Jirou

Tokoyami

-affectionate and gift giving fem!reader

Shoji

-affectionate and gift giving fem!reader

Koda

-affectionate and gift giving fem!reader

#mha #mha x reader #Yandere mha #class 1a x reader #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #YN #x YN #izuku midoriya #bakugo #mina #jiro #tokoyami #shoji

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thetreefairy · 2 years

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I’m on a platonic yandere binge. Finding your page is just *chefs kiss*

Any chance I can get some platonic erasermic/class 1-a where the reader is an aspiring artist and/or photographer?

Thank you, and of course, i turned them into headcannons.

I combined the headcannons, hopefully you don't mind

They/them painter reader

Erasermic + class 1-a

THEY BE RELIEVED

Erasermic was thrilled when you dropped out of U.A to follow your dream instead when your parents died. (They forced you into the hero course

Erasermic adopted your ass straight away

Eraser would buy all kinds of paint supplies for Reader, Present mic would take reader out to all kind of places for inspration

And Erasermic pay for you to go to the best art school in Japan (Where you already got a scholarship before getting adopted by the couple)

Class 1-a wasn't that happy with Reader dropping out, it meant that they got to see their baby sibling yet :(

They ask if you want to teach them draw

Reader drew bakugou and midoriya side by side, it was Bakugo's idea... Yeah he wanted them to believe they could be civil to get scolded less

So reader was forced to promise to try to come to every important event, and that they would be invited to their art events, their expositions ect.

Overall they would be relieved but kinda disappointed that they will see you less

But you can bet that all the art work you give them will be framed and showed off to everyone, by all of them.

Midoriya even threw some all might merch for you away <3, so you better be a good little sibling.

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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— Pu$$y eater

Pairing: yandere Deku x female reader

Warnings: Smut: use of word of cunt/pussy, praise play/body worship, oral receiving (reader), groping (reader received), cursing.

Authors note: There may still be some mistakes as this was wrote on my phone; tried my best.

Izuku was whipped for you.

He loves you with every fiber of his being, he loved seeing you smile, especially if he was the cause for it.

He loves everything about you, even the oddest things, you consider the worst of you.

He gets so hard thinking about you praising him, hell, even the sheer thought of you touching him, hugging him, and the smell of you make his knees weak.

He, especially, loved smelling you, stealing your clothes to jack off whenever he couldn't.

He couldn't get enough of you, just like right now.

You were laying down in bed, thighs wrapped around Izuku's head while your being fucked out.

You're a drooling mess, fingers gripping at his curly hair and the sheets below you.

The broken cries made him even harder, making his eyes roll back as he kept eating.

You felt on cloud (9) nine, seeing white dots in your vision as it became blurry, fast.

As you kept moaning, you made eye contact with his green eyes; making him groan into your cunt, making you moan out louder to the vibrations.

“B-bunny...hah, you've got the p-prettiest pussy I've ever s-seen...”

His breath tickles your inner thighs as his tongue runs a lap up your drooling slit, messy from the praise your boyfriend had knowingly fed you.

Your body is hot, hotter than ever and when you down at his shiny green eyes—they’re reassuring, telling you it’s okay for you to let out those cute little gasps, cries, and moans.

You arch your back, rutting your hips into his face as his nose bumps your sensitive clit.

He could tell you were almost at your limit, seeing tears amongst tears fall down your pretty, angel‐like face.

As he kept licking and growling on your pussy, he kept digging further into your sweet spot; pulling at your folds, sucking on your clit until you couldn't pronounce his name anymore.

“Mmm'—You taste like sweets, 'm gonna make you feel like this over and over again.”

He slurs his words, clearly being pussy-drunk

He thrusts his tongue inside you over and over again, cursing and spitting at your sweet ol' sensitive cunt.

As he kept eating you out, his left arm let go of the inside of your thigh, slowly traveling up to your breasts and pulling at your nipples; kneading them as he kept pulling you forward to his soaked face.

“You moan my name, my name. No one else's. Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

You gasp, “Y-you! Yours, Izuku!”

“That's right pretty girl, beg for it. Beg to cum.”

“'Z-'Zuku, i-I want it! Wan' it, please!”

You demand, wailing as he dives in more, slurping your juices like it was his favorite meal.

Your voice starts to crack, growing raspy.

You cry over and over again, tears falling down your cheeks from the overstimulation as the pleasure and pain mix together; like chocolate and syrup.

“'M gonna cum! Lemme cum 'Zuzu!”

Your legs are shaking, choking on your words as your toes curl and your hands tighten on Izuku's hair.

“i-love you!” Comes with your muffled sobs, thighs tightening as you pressure your hold on his head.

They're quickly forced back open by his two (2) big scarred hands, taking turns fastly to play with your clit and pulling at your nipples.

His tongue was killing you, ravaging your spasming hole with his magical muscle.

As you cry loudly, back arching from the bed, and toes curling; you cum big.

“That's right baby girl, you did such a good job. 'M love you so, so so much.”

Izuku praises you, letting his hands wander to fondle your breasts and body.

He gently kept kitten-licking your messy cunt, drooling.

You roll your eyes to the back of your skull, realizing that this wasn't the end and that, in no way, he was stopping.

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byakuren100 · 1 year

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Blaze of Glory

Reincarnated into a trashy Fanfiction to play a trashy character and just have the pressure put on reader also in an omegaverse. Being the villain does not sound that bad becoming the bad guys does not sound that bad. What Blaze doesn’t realize is that he has a harem building. They don’t mind sharing this light that they found in this world.

Chapter 1

This shit show started when <Name> woke up in the body of Blaze Wakaba. A scummy F-Rated Villain.

Great.

Blaze was somehow taken to an omegaverse alternate reality Fanfiction of My Hero Academia. Blaze was a scummy villain the one who messes with Toga on Shigaraki side and on Midoriya side Ochoco in this world there are two super villains. All Smite and All for one are two separate villains grouped that’s why no one wants to help Japan in this crisis. The Next problem would be the Hero Commission and their twisted ways but not the main point.

The nasty thing to this is that it’s in a Omegarverse.

Fuck This. Blaze thinks as he takes into consideration his situation. He is a Shitty villain in an omegaverse where everyone will kill him because everyone is corrupt.

‘Why did I get reincarnated or whatever, I should have stayed home.’ Blaze thinks to himself as he sees the shabby looking apartment that looks like a child could knock over. Searching around the apartment he finds an Id card.

To where take a guess that’s right……..

Yuuei High School.

Fuck.

Okay he’s at the begging at the story where he is a second year to the first year to the first year’s main story. He is a kid sponsored by The Hero commission to spy and to infiltrated and shut down Nezumi.

“Jesus these kids never got a break”. Blaze says as he looks over the files and takes in the mess, he is in.

Well at least he was an alpha.

Looking at HIS student file under REDACTED he was taken by the hero commission and was violated. He had all his glands removed that made his scentless he had to take hormones for a bit, but the Commission only wanted him to grow to his prime best. There was a hard headache that attacked Blaze in between his eyes and the memories flew in. The other body experience he felt it was cold and a part of himself wanted to reach in himself and rip his heart and gnaw on the flesh. He wanted to smash his face he just wanted to disappear. His room in the Hero Commission gave him felt disgusting and he felt like it wasn’t his. It was ripped, clawed, and just sliced with his quirk.

The commission doctors had to give him relaxers and slowly adapt him back. He was given even harsher training and more conditioning. Then was the fact that he was transferred to Yuuei as a spy, not to mention that the Commission put in some of their people as instructors. They were relentless with his training. Everyday he would be pushed to the limit puking after lesson, broken bones, chained to the treadmill, etcetera.

This sucks ass.

#isekai #mha #dom reader #male insert #midoriya #hawks #oc #yandere x reader bnha

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killsaki · 1 year

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final girl. ☆ surely all the girls being murdered in your town having something that fits your own description is a coincidence… right?

izuku midoriya x female!reader

4k words | part 2 (tbp)

cw/tw : yandere!izu, quirkless/loserboy!izu, stuttering, stalking, drugging, thighfucking, facial, male masturbation, noncon, somnophilia (kinda), alcohol, oc side character, kidnapping, murder (mentions).

“you’re not seriously going out, are you?” comes from your doorway, you turn towards the voice in just enough time to catch sight of your roommate inviting himself into your room, as he always does, before plopping himself down on your mattress.

you sigh before answering, knowing he’s about to spout some of his repetitive nonsense.

“of course i am, fuzen.” he blinks at you with his usual unamused expression, heterochromatic eyebrows slightly raised in a way that you’ve come to learn is a signal for you to ask more about what he’s saying. you take the bait. “but, why do you ask?”

“you’re the target of that serial killer.” you purse your lips at his immediate and dramatic response to stop yourself from laughing, you really shouldn't entertain him all the time. he’s mentioned a few things that could probably cost him his job for disclosing the, in his words, eerie similarities, that you have had with all the victims of recent murders.

it started with things like how they all had your eye color, or that they were all described to have your height and build. you passed those off as generic things, but fuzen didn’t. it spiraled into things as specific as one of them having your hair. well, their hair, but it was the same length as yours, the same color, and her body was found with it styled with the same way that you’d fallen in loved with and wore repeatedly that week. one girl was found with copies of the jewelry that you frequently wore, another even had her nails done almost exactly like your new set.

the longer it went on, the more insistent your roommate became about you listening to what he had to say. but you always changed the subject, figuring that the less you know the easier it’ll be to shake off the cold feeling on your back you sometimes get after leaving the apartment.

“i thought you were a stealth sidekick,” you laugh him off, yet again. ”when did you get demoted to a detective?”

“why does your room feel weird?” he asks suddenly, adjusting his sitting position like he’s been made uncomfortable while he looks around your space. “has someone been in here?”

“uh, yeah, me.” you suck your teeth at him before turning back to your vanity and get back to finishing getting ready.

“why don’t you believe me?” he asks, you can tell he’s a little irritated and it makes you feel bad for always brushing him off.

“‘zen… i know you care about me, i’m sorry.” you meet his gaze in the mirror, finding him already looking back at you. “maybe you’re just overthinking because you care about me?”

he nods slowly, before cracking a grin and shaking his head, “nah, i’m probably just jealous because i don’t have a stalker.” he rolls his neck and you wonder how much truth is in his words. “though i’d probably prefer it without the murder.”

“i don’t have a stalker.” you retort while he chuckles to himself before standing.

“you know,” he stretches his arms, fingertips touching the ceiling as the hem of his shirt lifts to reveal his toned stomach, something you quickly look away from. “that habit of immediately denying stuff that you’re anxious about is gonna bite you in the ass one day.”

his mouth is good at keeping you from being attracted to the rest of him.

“but not today,” you speak matter of fact, “because i do not have a stalker.”

“right, yeah.” he sniggers, clearly not believing a word from you. “didn’t you say you felt like you were being followed home the other night? you should think harder on the description—”

“anyways!” you cut him off, knowing that he’s not going to stop talking unless you make him. sometimes you’re not sure if he actually likes having conversations with you or just the sound of his own voice. “shouldn’t you get back to tying some red thread between the pictures and articles hung up on your wall mr. detective.”

“fuck off.” he flips you off from where he’s now lurking by your dresser, leaning against it as he’s focused on checking his phone. “i know you think i’m joking, but they put me on the west end so i’ll be patrolling over by the party if you–”

“oh! my rides here,” you lie, jumping up to slip past him and out of the conversation. “so, i’ll text you when i make it back home since you’ll be on patrol and i won’t see you again tonight, right?”

“wait!” he calls after you, annoyed by your sudden escape, as you slip on your shoes. “text me if something happens with your ride and i’ll walk you back!”

“bye, fuzen!” you yell back, walking out the door. “love you!”

/// /// ///

maybe… fuzen wasn’t just talking to hear his voice. maybe, there’s a small possibility that you do have a stalker.

you could chalk it all up to your roommate giving you anxiety about the whole situation, or that you’ve had a few too many already. but you can’t deny the fact that from the moment you stepped out of your apartment building until you climbed into your ride’s car, you felt something watching you.

it was a hot gaze, a familiar one. it could’ve been a neighbor, you reasoned to yourself as you waited for kirishima to arrive, and that theory sounded best as you repeated it to yourself at the party, laughing with him and his friends and downing drink after drink. until the chill on the back of your neck reappeared, despite how warm your blood is from the alchol. and no matter how much you looked over your shoulder to try and find some kind of source for it, there just wasn’t anyone there.

“you good?” sero asks when you fail to reply to your name being called.

“huh?” you turn to him to find the whole group looking at you with concern, your face flushes at how ridiculous you must look, being so skittish. “oh, i’m fine,” you force a laugh, hoping it seems genuine. “think i just had a little bit too much.”

“no sweat.” kirishima nods towards the glass door behind him and you try to ignore how sero and denki exchange glances. “let’s go get some air.”

“yeah, okay.” you hope the earth swallows you whole as you follow behind him.

you regret coming, regret not shutting your door while getting ready, regret letting fuzen talk his mouth off at you for so long about it. you’ll chew him out about it tomorrow.

you take a deep breath as you walk out the glass door, kirishima’s large palm rubbing soothingly on your back helps settle the nerves. there’s a comforting warmth that takes over the anxious heat as you lean into him.

“sorry i’m being weird.” you mumble as he guides you into his chest, melting into him and the sound of his steady heart beat.

“you’re fine,” you feel the arm holding his cup raise, the pause between his words meaning his downing the rest of his drink that smells way too strong. “don’t worry about it.”

the two of you sway for a bit, his arms around you and your head on his chest with the muffled music as ambiance.

it could be blamed on the alcohol but in this moment, you’re thankful you have kirishima. thankful for how it took absolutely no time at all for you to get comfortable with him, how it felt like an instant connection when he silently prompted the two of you to play tictactoe in the margine of your notes. something that quickly snowballed from passing messages to walking you back to your dorm, and then hang outs as his frat house.

he’s always offered himself as a stress relief for you, making sure you’re comfortable while you’re with him and pressing you about it any time that you seemed tense. there’s been a few awkward moments where you thought he’d tried making a pass at you but he’s always been quick to clarify. plus he’s so warm, like… really warm. his arms feel like a blanket around you. god, how is someone so big and bulky also so soft? you could probably fall asleep like this, surrounded by him.

“hey.” you’re pulled from your thoughts, and from where you were tucked into him. “you knocking out on me?”

“sorry.” you giggle, at his ever playful expression. “you’re just so comfortable.”

the smirk on his face is a harmless one, you think. and it’s awfully pretty.

“bakugou needs me at the beer pong table.”

“i don’t need you, fucker.” you hear the blonde shout from where he stands at the door. did he yell at him before too? “they just don’t want me to embarrass them by beating their asses by myself.”

kirishima laughs. ”you stayin’ out here?” you hesitate, but nod. you feel better, but the thought of facing his friends again so fast is a little too intimidating. “i wont let anyone come out here and fuck with you.” he squeezes your hip before chasing his friend inside. “come watch me when you’re ready!” the redhead calls to you from where he now hangs out the door, his toothy grin clear as day even from this distance.

you only wave back, your dizziness telling you it’s not a good idea to raise your voice right now.

you let yourself stumble back against the wall before pulling your phone out. you try three times to call fuzen and it immediately cancels before you realize you have no service where you’re standing. you curse under your breath as you push off the bricks and force your legs to carry you around the corner of the house. finally a full bar of service, you have to focus on the blurry phone icon while your thumb finds its way there.

why is everything so hard?

you manage to fumble your phone before you’re able to start the call. it feels like there’s a brick in your skull with how heavy your head becomes as you bend over to reach for the device. just as your finger tips touch your screen, there’s big, rough ones which grab at your hips. you don’t have time to scream before your arm is wound behind your back and used to press you against the brick of the house. you lose any hope of grabbing your phone and yelp as your chest and cheek sting at the harsh contact. your vision spins as you blink in the dim light, you can’t even make out the shape of the person behind you.

”don’t scream.” the stranger speaks in your ear, though slightly muffled, it still makes you freeze all the same. the adrenaline delays the recognition of the cold blade at your back, a knife. how were those girls killed again? you immediately nod, further scraping yours skin against the jagged edges of the brick. fear courses through your veins as he takes hold of your free arm and brings it back with the other, wrapping a large hand around both to keep them in place.

you try to plead with him when his knife moves from your back, the threat of it gone, or maybe all the alcohol making you bold enough to speak.

“i haven’t seen your face.” you whisper, hoping it was low enough for him to allow it. “you don’t have to kill me, you could just let me go.”

“let you go?” he asks, surely it’s your intoxicated mind, but he sounds genuinely confused, almost hurt by your words. “i can’t,” he mutters and you whine as your heart hammers in your chest. “i f-finally have you.” you hear the man sigh behind you before he presses his face into your neck, you can hear the echo in whatever metal he has wrapped over his face as he inhales deep against your skin and your body instantly reacts with chills shooting up your spine. “you smell so good.” he begins to pant as his free hand gropes at your body. “so m-much better than any of them did.”

“please… don’t,” you beg when he reaches your breast, where he squeezes it just enough to hurt before clumsily rubbing his fingers over your nipples through the cloth.

“but i knew you would.” he continues as if you didn’t speak, as if your words don’t matter. “you’re the b-best, the only good one, only you.”

his hand drags from your chest down to your waist where he starts to struggle with your bottoms. and your eyes begin to feel with tears at the inevitable.

“please just let me go.” you try again, hoping for just an ounce of pity. “i really won’t tell anyone.”

“i’m sorry.” his body pressed up against you, shoving you farther into the hard wall, ”i’m sorry, angel,” you finally realize just how much bigger the man is than you. “im just–i can’t stop. i need you.” his grip on your arms disappears as he opts to use his large stature to keep you pinned, with both of his hands to work your bottoms down to your knees before he’s humping against your ass. “i wanted to wait– wanted our first to be special.”

the deadweight feeling at the back of your mind aches to takeover, the dizziness, the fear, the effor it takes for you to just breathe right now it far too much, so you succumb to it all– making you completely helpless. all you can do is stand there and hope he’ll let you go once he’s had his fill. not that it’s easy, there’s bile churning in your stomach when you hear the click of his belt, feel the shuffle of him tugging his own pants down.

you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from crying when you feel the heat of what has to be his cock prodding between your thighs. the only thing keeping any distance between its heat and your most vulnerable parts is the underwear holding the last bit of your dignity together. but once he wraps his arms around you—which squeeze you so tight you think you’ll burst— and he angles you so your hips stick back enough for him to rub between your thighs while pressing up against your cunt, you’re sure you’ll throw up regardless.

he, however, groans at the contact. “s-so warm.” you can hear him begin to pant as his hips start rhythmically pressing into yours, the force alone enough to jolt your body against the wall. “f-feel so good.” you can taste blood as you hold back your sobs. it feels like an eternity passes, each groan and inhale against your nape makes you more nauseous until your body has had enough.

being pushed too far from the fear, the drinks, and the pain, it causes you to collapse on yourself. everything seems like it fades as you fall slack in the stranger's arms. maybe if you die while unconscious, it’ll be okay. at least you won’t feel the pain.

sounds come in and out like you have bad radio service, your eyes too heavy and body too weak to get a good sense of what’s happening, but you hear—

“t-this? my girlfriend drank too much s-so i’m j-just—“ comes from somewhere around you, somewhere close.

“awww!” you hear, whiney and dragged out from some girl who definitely had more than you tonight. “you’re such a good boyfriend for babysitting.” your heart aches when you try to fight, to move, to scream and you’re far from successful.

“i wish my boyfriend let me drink that much.” if you could just tell one person what’s happening, if you could just show even a little bit of struggle, someone could save you. “you’re even carrying her! so cute!” if someone could just see your face, maybe they’d see that this is not who you arrived with, someone could tell kirishima. “you guys get home safe~!”

you feel like a boulder is set on your chest, the weight of your failure weight bearing on you when everything’s quiet again.

/// /// ///

you don’t know how much time passes before you’re able to bring yourself out of your useless state until you’re finally able to blink your eyes open and take in your surroundings. it’s all blurry at first, but the furniture in your line of sight slowly starts to resemble that of the setup you have in your room. there’s your vanity, your nightstand, this is your comforter, a weak smile works its way onto your lips.

you could cry from the relief. whatever happened, whether it was all a dream or something you won’t be able to remember, you don’t care. you’re home.

you toss your head back into your pillow, taking in a deep breath, catching the smell of what's likely your own sweat before you try to stretch your arms out, the needles stabbing into your hands making you feel the need to shake them to fix your blood flow. but they don’t budge, and the sound of metal clanking makes you shoot your eyes open and then you feel it.

your grogginess to blame for you not being able to the cuffs that encase them before. nor the sinking weight that kneels beside you, a large figure looming over you looking that much more daunting with the light behind him illuminating only his towering figure as he hunches over you, huffing and whining with his cock only inches from your face.

your lips tremble when the false sense of safety washed away and you look up past the movement of his hand, slowly taking in the dark green mess of hair that falls around his face, the chunky metallic mask that causes each of his heavy breaths to be echoed before you meet his eyes, the wide, terrifying green gaze that burns back at you makes you wish you were still unconscious.

“o-oh.” he’s so loud as he shoots out his load across your face and the bare parts of your chest, thick and hot where it lands. you cringe as your name is chanted off his lips and you squeeze your eyes and mouth closed, not wanting to let yourself be any more violated than you already feel. your head pounds as you feel the urge to cry, but you can’t seem to force yourself to.

“i didn’t—i didn’t finish earlier,” you hear him mutter above you, “and it hurt—looking at you,” a hand smoothes along your hairline, making you jump at the contact, and he retracts. “s-sorry… you’re just… so pretty.”

“can i…” he starts and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to answer if he actually asks you a question. “can i take a picture? it’ll only be for me, i promise.”

“please…” your voice is weak and you have to try and gather some spit to swallow to allow yourself any more volume. “don’t…” your request is sure to be ignored, he’s seemed to do whatever else he’s liked.

“you’re r-right,” you feel the mattress rise once he disappears from beside you, “another time.”

you try to test your voice again, you’re not sure how long it’s been since what you can last remember, but if fuzen wasn’t on patrol, he’d be in bed. if only you could scream.

“i’ll clean you up, is that o-okay?” you don’t reply, only tense when the warm cloth wipes at your skin. “sorry, again. i feel like such a pervert.”

you open your eyes again once they’re clean, and staring at your curtains, you try to think. you can’t even speak, can’t move, can’t fight. how long are you going to be so helpless?

“are you okay? i know i probably scared you…” you wish you could scoff. “could you at least look at me?”

you don’t move to face him, not wanting to look into those horrifying eyes again. just the thought of him, next to you now, staring at you with them makes you shudder with fear.

“look at me.” he grips your jaw, reminding you how big his hands are as he forces you to turn towards him. you avoid meeting his gaze. not wanting to know if it’s just as piercing as before, instead, you take in the green mess of curls, how they stick about and fall into his face. you can see him staring at you, but still, skip over making eye contact and make out the freckles at peek out from behind the metallic mask that seems to be slipping, making you close your eyes again.

if there was any small chance of you getting out of here alive, there’s no way you can see his face.

“hey–”

“your mask,” you whisper, and his grip loosens as soon as you speak.

“oh,” he mumbles back. you can hear what you guess is him toying with it, but you realize as you peek up, was him removing it. “guess i don’t need this.”

with his face fully revealed, you can feel yourself sinking into acceptance of your fate.

“you’re staring…” you can visibly see him swallow, his eyes darting between yours and the floor. “am i attractive?” a soft smile grows on his lips at him complimenting himself as if you’d really said it. “i’m happy you think so.”

“i have a roommate,” you speak, voice cracking.

“what?” his eyebrows drawn together, face set in a scowl before he pushes himself from your bed. “you need some water.”

“he’s a hero.” you try again, even as he walks away and you’re sure you’re out of earshot. “a strong one, and he’ll be home soon.” you pick your head up to watch him throw the door open, and all of your hope for your roommate saving you drains as you stare down a hallway that doesn’t belong in your apartment; you’re not home…

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