Just a little thing. I didnât put too much effort into this lolol. And I didnât get all the sins in there either, but hey! Yandere scenarios for five of the seven deadly sins!
Warnings: yandere, suggestive content, dark themes
Anyone that would deny that Bakugou was the best of the best was a lying, jealous pissant. His quirk was the quirk to have, one that had more uses than any of those wannabe, loser mouthbreathers he called his classmates. On top of that, Bakugou was strong, fast, agile, and his stamina was certainly something to write home about. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to make it big in this world; everyone else either wanted to be him, fuck him, or fight him, as it should be.
So when Bakugou told you that the two of you were going out, and you told him that you certainly were not, heâd nearly lost his shit. What was wrong with you? Were you blind? Clearly there was something wiry with your head if you didnât know that you should have been honored that Bakugou even spared you a second glance! Maybe you were just ignorant. It could be that you just werenât aware of Bakugouâs splendorâ as unlikely as that was, heâd simply have to give you a reminder. After all, he couldnât expect someone so cute to be smart, too.
Heâd show off more in front of you, making sure to blow your mind whenever your eyes found their way back to him during training exercises. Heâd be sure to best any other guy heâd previously seen you talking to, so you knew that it was clear that he was better than any of them. If that didnât grab your attentionâ it was amazing that it didnâtâ heâd have to start getting a little more aggressive. Heâd knock into you more often in the halls, making sure to help his little mouse collect her things when theyâd scatter everywhere. Of course, he wouldnât apologize for the incident; if you werenât such a klutz, you wouldnât be having these issues.
Touchy, touchy. He somehow managed to get the two of you paired up during hero training more often than not, and boy was that his time to shine. Heâd use every opportunity to grab onto your body, whether it was to âdetain youâ, or âsave youâ didnât matter. Heâd have his hard cock pressed against your ass either way, just to make sure you knew what you were missing out on. Heâd relish that fact that he could make your cheeks darken after hardly any effort.
Bakugou would eventually come to the conclusion that you didnât dislike him, you were just being a stuck-up bitch. Heâd really just have to make you admit it, behind closed doors, with you underneath him, pinned down, helpless, and unable to deny just how great Bakugou really is.
And hell, heâd show you that he wasnât prideful for no reason.
âYou canât help what your heart longs forâŠâ
It hurt⊠It was never supposed to be this way. It was never supposed to be you advancing onto class A, leaving poor, unfortunate Shinsou in the dust. He was just as capable as you, moreso even⊠when he put his mind to it. It was just that you had yourself a flashy quirk. You were lucky. He was not. The world was unfair, and it hurt him.
For awhile, Shinsou wanted to stay rueful of you. He didnât want to have to watch you advance, or gain attention from both your peers and hero agencies, or become friends with other âgiftedâ students that also didnât know how lucky they were. He didnât want to watch, but he couldnât help it.
He wasnât able to look away when you were wowed and wooed by the pathetically squirrely antics of none other than Izuku Midoriya, the kid who stunted Shinsouâs chances to be seen as something more than he was all those years ago at the sports festival.
What an ugly, creeping feeling crawling its way from Shinsouâs ribs to his shoulders as he watched Midoriyaâs lips move slowly, less than an inch away from your ear, sharing secrets that made your body flush. He felt like he was drowning, wanting so badly to know what Midoriya had been whispering, what itâd be like to feel your blush radiating off your skin because of something he said, or how itâd feel if he was the on you smiled for after brushing your hair around your ear.
This wasnât right. It was better when he felt disdainful because of you. Now he had to deal with these impossible feelings of wanting⊠needing⊠covetingâŠ
What did you see in Midoriya that made you so blind to Shinsou? Was it his energy, his looks (come on. him?), or just the fact that heâd been born with an exceptional quirk, one that would easily make him a hero? And why was Shinsou suddenly so invested in who whispered into your ear? He no longer knew whether or not he was jealous of Midoriya, or if he was jealous of you, but he was certain that this longing would not be satiated until he did something about it.
You could never understand what it was like to yearn for something so badly, but never quite have it in your grasp. Heâd try to explain to you⊠after he took you (honestly, you were far too trusting. Probably because youâve never been in any real situation where you had to question your judgement), but you wouldnât listen, even when heâd have your mind washed so you were no longer screaming or cursing at him.
Shinsou had the drive to take things when the world wouldnât serve him his desires on a silver platter. He took you, but you didnât love him yet, so heâd just have to keep taking things from you until you did: your first kiss⊠a surprised gasp⊠a wistful sigh⊠a drawn out moan⊠Heâd continue take and take and take, until everything you had besides your quirk was virtually his, and after that, heâd continue to take until you understand that longing ache he had for you, and to be a hero, and to be more than what people made him out to be. By this time, he didnât even want anything that wasnât you anymore, but until you and him were on the same page, he wouldnât stop. He wouldnât stop until you longed, and you craved, and you wanted, and when you did, heâd have you, so heâd have everything, and the tables would turn.
âŠUntil he decided that it was Midoriyaâs turn to be green with envy.
Please pay attention to himâ heâd only ever wanted to impress you.
It was mating season for bird thots everywhere, which meant it was time to get a little bit flashy⊠Baby Keigo didnât grow up with a whole lot, so you couldnât really blame him for becoming a bit of a hype beast. He collected all the newest garb, bringing it all home to show it off to you. If you, his precious little bird didnât want to act like she cared, well, that was fine, right? That just meant⊠he had to bring you more stuff: pearl necklaces, new Adidas, boxes of chocolates, a nice throw. He certainly couldnât get you a phone or a computer becauseâ ha! He wouldnât want you calling anyone for help or anything. But would you⊠if you had the chance? Why would you when he took such good care of you? The idea that maybe you werenât playing hard to get, and instead just didnât like Hawks⊠after he brought you all this stuff? It kinda stings, babe!Â
Thinking about that would put him in a bad mood and you donât want a grumpy bird thot on your hands. Heâd hoard all the stuff he bought in his little comfy nest he made for the two of you, chirping all about all he had to go through to get you these things, only to have you be your regular spoiled and standoffish self. Oh yes, heâd be entirely too quick to play the guilt game. Manipulative? Maybe. Charming? He sure thought he was! Incredibly annoying? To you, absolutely. Youâd just have to give him the attention he so desperately wanted if only to stop all his crooning.Â
Youâd have to sit next to him, tell him that you loved all that heâd done for you, stroke his feathers, feed him some of those chocolatesâ hold up! Ohhh little chickadee, please donât you stop stroking those wings. Originally, he wanted to spoil you, but baby angel, you made him feel so good. This was definitely on purpose, right angel? You wanna show him that you wanna be with him? You want to love him? It doesnât matter at the moment, justâ just please donât stop touching him!
You made his body hot, and those beautiful, angelic fingers felt so incredibly soothing as they wove through his feathers. But be careful baby girl. Youâd gotten yourself in a bit of a pickle; the more you pull your hands through his wings, the more youâd be telling him you want to mate with him, but the instant you pull away, he would, without a shadow of a doubt, jump your bones. Â
He really couldnât help himself. He was a glutton for you, babe!
If you give a mouse a cookie, heâs gonna want some milk.
What was Izuku Midoryaâs cookie? That simple smile his bunny sent his way.
Oh, how⊠adorable it was. The first time youâd smiled at him, his belly filled with so much warmth and he got this tingling feeling that followed him throughout his entire night. Midoriya didnât know what it was that did him in about that gentle regard, but he did know that he wanted to see it again. The same fuzzy feeling he got returned to him every time he collected another one of your smiles, but it wasnât as all encompassing as it had been the first time. Midoriya wantedâ no, needed more, just to get the same pleasurable feeling back, if only for a second.
A brush of the hands, fingertips to fingertips, your touch was precious to Midoriya. It was exhilarating whenever he got to touch you, whether he was passing something back to you and he let his fingers linger on you for just a tiny bit longer than was entirely necessary, or in shorter bursts when you slapped his hands when something good happened. That time you playfully grabbed his hand and pretended to read his palmâ how you looked up from at him while your fingers traced his âlove lineâ, Midoriya realized that touching you was at once, both everything and not enough.
Why couldnât this be enough? Why wouldnât he ever be satisfied.
At first he thought that he could waitâ spend his time working his way up to a kiss, and from a kiss, something more, little by little, but his darling moved far too slow for that. It wasnât that his bunny wasnât worth waiting for, but your pace was excruciating and Midoriya spent too many nights with a roaring ache in his loins, you stuck behind his eyelids. He pictured you running your hands over his bare chest too many times not to make that a reality.
When Midoriya finally got to kiss you, he wouldnât stop there. It could never have been a simple peck on your lips that only lasted a secondâ one that would have you turn away with a blush until you eventually ran away, all cute and bashful like you were. No, Midoriya would have to slip his tongue in between your lips, and he would have to ignore how your beautiful, warm body tensed when his finger tips slid from your cheeks to your neck. It would have to be a kiss where Midoriya could lodge his knees between your legs, hold you close, and swallow your pleas with more kisses. Again and again and again. Your soft lips against his. Heâd keep you to himself, your body would be his to roam over, his to mark up, and his to touch, and kiss, and love until you have nothing left to give.
And then heâd take more.
Because Midoriya would always be greedy for you, and you were not supposed to give cookies to mice.
If Aizawa was weighted to the couch, you were also weighted to the couch. There was absolutely no getting up allowed on days that he had off. If you werenât caged in underneath the erasure hero, his arms would be wrapped around you at all times, holding you tightly, offering you nothing but lazy kisses whenever you protested or tried to wriggle away from him.
Heâd have mounds of blankets piled on top of the both of you, creating a snug little prison for you, and a cozy paradise for him. Nothing was better than having you pressed up against himâ no other responsibilities besides making sure that his little kitty was comfy, secure, close, and protected.
Heâd order takeout and enjoy feeding you by hand, loving it even more when he could lick or nibble any food that heâd âaccidentallyâ get on you while he was at it, and heâd gently massage your scalp while your laid your sleepy head on his lap. He adored the cute, little noises you gave out when you were on the edge of sleep, so heâd keep you there, in that state, rubbing your head, back, and ass to get you to drift to sleep, and kissing your neck and shoulders to keep you awake.
Even the way he fucked you when you had days like these was more than a little lazy. Heâd turn you into a little sushi ball, all tucked and rolled up in your blankets with nothing but your legs exposed. Heâd lick your pussy, but only enough to get you wet and wanting, and mount you when you were bound and powerless, ready to take anything he had to give. He couldnât help but cum inside of you when he finally got there; pulling out would only be a botherâ a mess heâd have to clean. Besides, with your face all cute and red when when you got hot and bothered, he probably wouldnât be able to resist claiming you like that whenever he had the opportunity.
Heâd always cherish these slothful Sundays he could spend doing nothing but loving his little kitten.
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