#shindo x reader

[hitoshifan69]

“This Charming Pretty Boy’s Gonna Steal Our Girls!” -Denki Kaminari

Happy Birthday! Yo Shindo x Reader

At the Provisional Hero Exam

UA’s finest hero candidates piled off the bus in an order much unlike the way the first year class president Tenya Iida had planned. As a senior student, you were selected as a volunteer chaperone to give the kids some advice before their exam and get them excited. Who wouldn’t want to go would have been a better question, with the chance to meet all the competing heroes, as well as some of the famous proctors! Maybe you’d even meet the next top up-and-coming.

You had hardly taken in the outside of the training arena when you were approached by some students around your age from a different school, eager to meet their peers and rivals. It had to be Ketsubutsu Academy. It was a rite of passage for them to harass the UA first years, a timeless tradition transcending any reason or rhyme. The girl of their group squealed something to the person in the front about the sports festival, and the leader smiled and clasped your hands in his, clearly singling you out as the person in charge of your school’s classes. It was nearly flattering, if he hadn’t touched you without asking, and done so abruptly. You looked down at his large veiny hands and frowned slightly.

“Hey, I’m Yo Shindo! The hero name’s Grand,” he started, shaking your arms in a firm and strong handshake. If he gripped even the slightest bit tighter, it would hurt- but it didn’t quite. Was he trying to be intimidating with how extroverted and up front he was being? As a representative of UA, you declared to yourself that you would remain unphased, and didn’t flinch away from his touch, and looked up to meet his eyes with a cold resolve to your enemy.

You didn’t know if you believed in love at first sight, but this was the closest you’d gotten. The man was an absolute stud. You were shocked your jaw didn’t drop on the spot like in some cheesy rom-com. This mean prettyboy was talking to you with such rapt attention? You could pass off his hands without too much of a second glance, but after you saw his face… how could you deny that any part of him was anything but undeniably handsome? He was large but far from chubby, tall, everything anyone could possibly want. Friendly, outgoing, charming, for sure. He seemed so openly sweet, but with yourself in his grip, you could sense the malevolent intent he had for you. It was clear in his dark eyes, which spoke volumes more than whatever bullshit he was spouting about honorable friendships. As idiotic as it was, you knew you would play right into his trap without a second of hesitation. He was just that good at playing the game. First impressions sure were important, and you didn’t think anything could ever beat the moment you noticed him.

A tic passed a bit too slowly without you reacting, and you saw his smirk lift ever so slightly, in a movement that would have been unnoticed by anyone else, too far away to see. Oh, he was good. Amazing at deductive reasoning, quick to catch on. No wonder Ketsubutsu had sent him. He was like if class 1B’s Neito Monoma had a sneaky, under-handed filter.

You straightened out your face in a grin, trying to match his, and shook his hands in return as he turned his gaze to your schoolmates behind you and prattled on a bit, making some mocking passive-aggressive comment about UA’s recent involvements with the League that you didn’t quite catch with how up-in-the-clouds you were, trying to clear your mind.

Before you knew it, his hands slipped away from yours and his class was off with a wave from him, his piercing eyes lingering on you for a millisecond too long. His finger had slipped against your wrist in such a light and fluid motion that none but you could have felt, but the touch had sent shudders down your body.

Damnit, he was fucking good.

After getting a long, cool glass of water, you sat down in the stands with the teachers to watch the events unravel. It wasn’t anything too crazy, but Gang Orca had a special guest appearance. 

Although you knew you should be looking out for the other kids for UA, you couldn’t help but scan the massive rink for Izuku Midoriya’s hotter cousin. Everyone was little more than pinpricks where you stood, however, and he would be undoubtedly less recognizable in his hero outfit. Deflated, you scrunched down into the seats, and stared up at the sky, bored as a small dust cloud rose from a corner. A few minutes passed before one of the teachers handed an item to you, and you confusedly took it, knocking yourself out of your daydream state. When you turned to see what was going on, the person was gone. Binoculars. What perfect timing.

The person had undoubtedly thought you were saddened by coming all this way and being unable to see your peers. You almost let out a chuckle. Oh, you definitely should be thinking of them instead of some stupid boy. You shook your head and held the pair up to your head, before they were knocked out of your hand by a huge tremble. Luckily, you reacted quick enough to grab them by the strap before the glass snapped against the concrete stadium.

What the hell was that? An earthquake? The trembling stopped as soon as it had begun, the ring fractured into pieces from the movement. Would they stop the exam, or just dismiss it as ‘something a hero should be prepared for’? You looked back at the other onlookers, and a woman with an orange headcovering gave the biggest smile, and another sighed. Could that possibly have been… a quirk? You fumbled with the magnifier before bringing it up again.

Scanning the area, you found the source of the quakes right at the intersection of all the lines in the earth: an incredibly hot and muscular man with a smug grin. Yo Shindo; the hero Grand. Truly living up to the name. Was there anything he couldn’t do?

“Damn, if I was that kid with the quaking quirk, I would have shown off my muscles too. Did you see the size of those-” Eijiro Kirishima went on, flexing his chest for emphasis.

“Dude, you literally don’t wear a shirt either. Your outfits are actually pretty similar,” Denki Kaminari responded, having a point for the first time you had ever heard.

“Oh, yeah, right I guess. Duh. He’s just so manly though!” He yelled into the air with gusto, striking a pose. Great, the bastard had continued the tradition of Ketsubutsu outshining UA, even to their own students who were in the exam!

“Speaking of the devil…” Froppy, who’s real name you couldn’t quite remember, trailed off with a finger to her lip as Shindo slid his white shirt back on over his shoulder armor as he walked nearby all-too-conviently. 

“Came to gloat, Mister-I-move-mountains?” You scoffed, crossing your arms at him.

He slung an arm around your shoulder in a side hug in a power move, looking down at your underclassmen, asserting his dominance over the situation. Your nonchalantness crumbled along with any semblance of coolness you had just mustered, and you knew you’d just embarrass yourself further if you tried to regain the upper hand and dish it back out. In a moment, you were sure it’d be clear your face was as red as a person who had just seen another naked.

“Not at all, precious!” (If only he’d call you that without humiliating you in front of your school!) “I just stopped by to congratulate everyone who passed! I’m sure one of them could live up to be a sidekick to a great hero one day!” He waved, smiling to the crowd before pivoting around and, since he was holding you, by default smoothly turning you with him away from their eyes. His smile fell, and so did his tone as he walked, giving you no choice but to go with him, his strong hold over your body. “...And you, brat, would look prettier without all the attitude?” 

This bitch!

You snuck a glance back at your shoulder, but no one seemed to have noticed the villainous demeanor under the humorous mask he did well to use, but your own danger senses had been tingling from the start. He was terrifyingly close, yet so above you and out of reach, no doubt precisely where he wanted to be. His scowl turned into a gleefully malicious grin, as if trying to hold in a laugh after someone had made a fool of themself. His eye from the side of you darted down and met yours. The intensity of the stretching silence deepened, and there was another beat when you said nothing, utterly lost in his web.

“My, my, my, cat got the UA student’s tongue?” he teased, stretching your school’s name like it was an insult. “Well, that is better, I suppose. I like them obedient.” He flicked your chin as he released you. “Not going to misbehave again now, are we?” He turned to leave.

You stumbled back, as relieved as you were disappointed. He sure got you every sort of excited. “How about you make me?” Your words came out louder and more challenging than you expected, and before you could think to try and stop them and think through where they may land you. A few heads shot up in your direction, clearly interested in whatever was going on between the two of you.

“Oh?” He shot a predatory glance downwards, crossing his arms. At this point, you were wondering where the hell this conversation would get you.

Any trace of venom vanished, and he suddenly became as friendly and innocent as when his fingers had first met yours. “Let’s restart this. You like mochi?” he asked, as if you were old friends catching up.

“W-what?” you replied, taken aback and confused at the switchup.

His smile dwindled a bit. “I said, you like mochi?” he repeated, a tiny bit of tenseness seeping into his voice the second time.

“Yea, I… guess?” The hell is he getting at here?

“Great, it’s my birthday… today,” he said quietly, sheepishly holding the back of his head as if he had admitted a secret.

“Oh, uh, happy birthday. You… you doing anything?” you tried playing along.

He smirked, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as if he had already planned exactly what you would say. Nevertheless, his smile was the most gorgeous, even if it was stretched. “Well I was thinking, maybe, mochi?”

You could hardly breathe, how could such a basic conversation be so intense?

“You drive?”

“Yea.”

“What about your classmates, aren’t you doing something with-”

His gray eyes pierced your soul as he cut away your words, and there was no point in questioning further. 

“I want to spend it with you.”

Happy birthday in 2026, Neito Monoma and Yo Shindo! 5/13.

Smut part 2 here.

[honey-words]

hey, you’re cute — pro hero!shindo yo x paramedic!reader

synopsis: when a villain attack prevents civilians from making their way to the triage area, Y/N doesn’t hesitate to head into the field with a med bag. they find a pro hero in need of their help amidst the chaos and try to fulfill a promise not to leave him.

content: depictions of violence/injury, reader has a healing quirk, flirty shindo

wc: 2.4k

a/n: another fic edit/reupload from my old account!

Normally, Y/N never left the safety of the sideline during scenes like this. They usually stayed near the ambulance with the other paramedics, waiting to rush people to the hospital. But of course they were short on staff this particular day, and the villain attack was proving to be longer than most. Injured civilians had been coming in quickly at first, giving the triage area lots of work. But as the battle had progressed between the pro heroes and the villains, civilians stopped coming in. Reports over the radio confirmed fears—injured civilians were more than likely trapped and unable to get to help.

Y/N was quick to volunteer to go into the field with a first aid bag. A handful of other paramedics followed suite, and they were each sent in a different direction, far from the location of the current fight.

The further away from the triage area they went, the more civilians Y/N encountered. All were well enough to walk away on their own after being minimally healed thanks to their quirk. They were careful to stay within their limits and heal just enough to wake up those they found unconscious.

A crackle on their radio brought them pause behind a building. “The sleeping gas quirk was confirmed to be in quadrant C, three blocks south of the triage center near the main shopping area. Any friendlies in the area please proceed with caution and radio for help if necessary with your location. Y/N quickly dug through their medical bag to pull out a gas mask the pros had been passing out early on, courtesy of Creati. Only one extra, Y/N thought as they peeked behind the building and continued checking inside the shops. I’ll need to go back to the triage center after I find the next civilian.

They heard a loud crash, and on they hurried inside one of the abandoned shops, a cute cafe they’d actually been meaning to visit. Every window was shattered, so there went that plan. Y/N cautiously looked outside and saw one of the villains heading away from them, his hands crackling with purple electricity. Y/N tried their radio and found it was completely silent, not even static emitting from it. Communications were down.

Y/N quickly exited, about to head back to the triage area, when they heard a low groan. They whirled around, body tensing in preparation to be kidnapped or electrocuted—only to see someone laying on the ground on the sidewalk, gas mask broken beside them.

He groaned again, coughing slightly before turning his head to stare at Y/N, eyes clouded with confusion. Then his eyes fluttered close, and Y/N finally recognized him.

It was Grand—the radio reports had been him in quadrant B when Y/N had left the triage center. Had he been thrown all the way over here somehow? Or had the villain dumped him here before going back to join the fight?

It doesn’t matter at this point, Y/N chided to themselves, kneeling by his side and wincing at the gashes in his side and cuts all along his face and arms. His entire bare torso was covered in blood—Y/N could barely make out where his injuries were. This was more than their quirk, which could heal only minor injuries depending on their energy level, could handle, even if they maxed out.

Y/N tried the radio again. “This is paramedic Y/N, I have pro hero Grand here with me on Sixth Avenue in quadrant C, critically injured. Does anyone…” The radio only crackled with static.

Cursing, Y/N tucked it back into their pocket and got to work, muscle memory and countless hours of training and experience kicking in, fear and adrenaline a buzz in the background. They healed Grand’s scraped hands, hoping if he needed to use his quirk soon, he could at least do it a bit more comfortably. They wrapped Grand’s deeper cuts along his arms and bandaged the gashes on his torso, hands flying from the medical bag and back to him. When they were done, they carefully placed the extra gas mask over his face, and sat back, packing up the medical bag and slinging it back over their shoulders.

Now what? They couldn’t move him by themselves the entire way back to the triage area—his injuries prevented that option. Too much movement and he might start bleeding out.

Y/N glanced around for something to slide him onto to act as a makeshift stretcher , so they could carefully drag him a few streets back to the first aid tent, when they realized that they were staring right at a perfectly unperturbed car that was somehow still parked on the curb.

Using a scalpel, Y/N turned the ignition, praying it would turn on. The engine obliged and Y/N let out a quiet sigh of relief before carefully driving it closer to Grand, backing up until the backseat door was right beside him. They hurried out of the car and checked his injuries again, terrified that he’d bleed out before he could even get into the car.

The blood had stopped flowing as freely thanks to the tight wrapping of the bandages and gauze, and he was even starting to regain consciousness, his eyes fluttering open to stare at them as they hooked their arms underneath his to try and lift him into the car.

“What…” he hissed in pain, strong arms gripping onto Y/N’s as they both moved into the backseat, Y/N lowering him carefully onto themselves. In a different situation this would have been awkward—cradling a stranger and lowering them onto you in the backseat of a car. Y/N wiggled out from underneath him just in time as he collapsed back onto the seat, panting.

“Alright, you’re okay,” Y/N breathed through the gas mask, gently detaching his arms from theirs. “I know that took a lot of strength, but please don’t pass out.” He nodded, half lidded eyes meeting theirs, and Y/N hurriedly climbed out of the back of the car, closed the doors, and got into the driver's seat. “Apply pressure to your wounds if you can, please. I’m sorry I can’t do it myself.” As they shifted into drive they heard a sharp inhale from the backseat, telling them Grand had been able to do as they said.

There wasn’t much rubble, but it still took a bit of time to carefully maneuver around the destroyed streets and maintain a safe speed so they didn’t hit any civilians heading toward safety, or shift the car enough for Grand to roll off the backseat. He was relatively quiet, but every time Y/N turned around to check on him he met their gaze.

Soon Y/N was pulling onto the street that had at this point been transformed into a makeshift hospital and climbing out of the car with their hands up to show the police enforcing the perimeter they weren’t a villain. The blood covered hands didn’t help, but soon officers were helping carry Grand out of the car and into an ambulance, where one of Y/N’s coworkers was already scrambling to get into the drivers seat so they could head to the hospital. Y/N climbed in and slammed the doors shut, the ambulance moving as soon as they did.

Y/N tore of their gas mask and moved to replace Grand’s with an oxygen mask, the siren turning on the second they did so. They hooked Grand up to an IV and formally took his vitals. “I’ll give you something for the pain, okay? Hang in there.”

After the drugs had been pushed Y/N applied pressure to his biggest wound. Grand inhaled sharply but didn’t say anything. His eyes were still focused on them. Y/N felt the day beginning to catch up with them—eventful shifts like this were rare, and they hardly if ever headed straight into the action.

“Hey.”

Y/N snapped their gaze away from the monitor of Grand’s vitals to see he’d lifted the oxygen away from his face slightly to speak. “You’re cute.” Was he smiling?

“Put that back on,” Y/N ordered, gently pushing his hand back down and readjusting the mask, keeping their other hand firmly on his torso. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” Grand mumbled, his eyes still trained on Y/N. “Very good, actually.”

“You almost just died,” Y/N said, exasperated, glancing out the small window to see the road. Just a few streets to get to the hospital.

“But you saved me,” he said, letting out a low laugh. “I thought I’d died and you were an angel coming to take me away.” Y/N wrinkled their nose slightly. Was he flirting?

“Are you hitting on me?” they asked incredulously. “Now?”

“You look cute… when you’re worried,” Grand said, his eyelids fluttering as he spoke. Y/N used their free hand to gently tap his cheek in an attempt to keep him awake.

“Don’t waste energy,” they said. “No talking.”

He smiled through the oxygen mask, eyes still focused entirely on Y/N, who was surprised he hadn’t passed out from the pain, blood loss, or just plain exhaustion yet.

They arrived at the hospital, and Y/N quickly stood to help push him out of the ambulance when he gripped their hands with surprising force, stopping the awaiting doctors and Y/N’s coworker outside the ambulance.

“Don’t leave me,” he said, eyes wide. Y/N remembered the way he had lost consciousness right as he’d spotted them on the street, the grip of his hands on their arms as he was pulled into the car. The blood that covered both of them. Y/N nodded, keeping their hand on his as he was ushered out of the ambulance and into the hospital.

In an instant nurses and doctors were crowded around him, and as Y/N rattled off his vitals and the extent of his injuries, they were gently maneuvered out of the way by their coworker and a nearby nurse, Grand’s hand slipping out of their grasp. Y/N jogged beside the small team that had assembled around him, continuing their report as an excuse to stay near him.

They rounded the corner and Y/N slowed to a stop, watching as Grand was pushed into the awaiting elevator. As the doors closed, he raised his head slightly to look at Y/N one last time, his eyes crinkling in a smile.

“He’ll be okay.” Y/N jumped at the voice, turning to see their coworker. “Your shift is over, captain wanted me to relay that. So if you want to stay, you can. I have to head back.” Y/N waved as he left.

A passing woman gave them a weird glance as they found a seat in the waiting area, and Y/N realized they were covered in Grand’s blood. Not exactly a reassuring sight in a hospital.

They cleaned themselves up as best as they could in the bathroom, contemplating whether or not they should stay until he got out of surgery. But even after that, he wouldn't wake up until tomorrow. Adrenaline wearing off, their hands shook as they scrubbed at their hands in the sink, watching the blood fade.

Y/N left the front desk nurse with their contact information and a message for Grand and headed home, eager to just fall asleep after such a tiring shift. The taxi ride to their apartment was a blur. They checked their phone to see a text from their captain. Take the day off tomorrow Y/N. Get some rest.

Sleeping in had never seemed like a better idea.

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The loud, insistent buzzing of a phone call woke them up the next morning. Their alarm clock read 8:12 am. Unable to shake the grogginess from their voice, Y/N answered the phone with a tired “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N?”

Suddenly feeling very awake, Y/N rolled into a sitting position, breath hitching in their throat as they recognized the voice. “Yes.”

“Thanks for your note,” Grand said, his voice quiet and a bit raspy, as though he had also just woken up.

“Of course,” Y/N replied quickly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up. And that I had to leave you. Protocols and all.”

They heard Grand laugh softly. “That’s okay. I wanted to say thank you. For everything.”

“Of course!” Y/N was not used to being thanked in such a direct way—usually the people they helped in the back of the ambulance weren’t hyper aware of where they were and hardly ever talked to them. “How did your surgery go, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Doctors told me it went well, I should be healed up and back in action in a few weeks. I think you found me just in time,” he paused. “My gas mask broke when I got thrown onto that street—I was passing out when I saw you.”

Y/N made a quiet noise of surprise. So close to being a horrible situation. “I’m glad I was there.”

“Me too,” he said quietly. Then another pause, before—“I can’t leave for a bit, but when I’m cleared, do you want to grab a drink? Y’know, so I can thank you properly in person.”

“Yes, I’d like that,” Y/N smiled. “It’d be nice to talk to you when you’re conscious.”

Grand laughed again, making Y/N’s heart flutter. How was he doing this to them without even being near them?

“Can’t wait. I’ll call you later, my boss just got here and she looks worried. See you.”

“Bye.”

The line went dead, and Y/N collapsed back onto their bed, smiling into the covers.

masterlist

[ptq3000]

top or bottom??

nsfw!! minors, do not interact.

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bakusquad:

> bakugo is a top unless you had enough and try to top him. he finds it so attractive when you top him, so please do. definitely leaves bruises and hickeys on you in the most obvious places

> kirishima is a switch, a soft top or bottom. he's only super dominant if it's jealousy sex. or unless you ask..AND OMG. kirishima's aftercare is just. the. best. soft kisses, him apologizing for being rough on you, and cuddling right after.

> denki says he's a top, but everyone knows that's bullshit. he's such a bottom. he's literally so clingy and he's jello the second you give him affection. but the second he's jealous or you want to explore, the sex is very rough. bruises, edging, and zaps from his quirk all night long.

> sero is a switch, through and through. he mainly tops you, but once in a while, he's bottom. he thinks it's cute when you try to top him, but unless he lets you, you're still the bottom for the night. definitely uses his tape to tie you up which is how he found out that he's got a bondage kinkk

> mina is a top. no doubt. we love her, we stan her, but she's such a brat in bed. edging you, quick kisses that leave you wanting more, teasing your *cough* uh yea *cough* with her tongue. she has you whining for more and eyes glazed over with lust. she'll make you feel good, but she's gotta mess with you first. bc like.. where's the fun if she doesn't?

> jirou, baby, she's a bottom. she may look mean and stuff, but no. she's super soft and sweet in bed. the tough exterior fades behind closed doors. she loves your chest, always wanting to mark it. do let her, it'll make her fuzzy inside.

izucrew:

> izuku is a bottom. he's just way too shy to be a top. but that's ok bc you still love him. he's a little inexperienced, so you gotta show him how to please you. don't worry though, he's a fast learner

> shoto is a switch? i don't really know. i feel like it would depend on how you start it bc baby..shoto has no fucking clue what he's doing. he's very inexperienced, so you gotta guide him. but it's ok, it's ok, shoto will please you once he gets the hang of it.

> uraraka is a bottom, but she definitely knows how to do everything. she says she doesn't watch any porn or anything, she just hears things. but like..baby, im pretty sure she does watch porn to learn how to please you first. i mean, in bed, it definitely works,..

> tsuyu is a bottom. she has a little knowledge on how to please you, but you gotta slowly teach her. she's a little clueless..but don't worry! she quickly gets it and it feels euphoric.

> iida is a switch. soft dom and bottom, just like kirishima. he's always focused on making you finish first. he's a little stiff in bed,, so when you take over for him, he's cumming so quickly. he admires you and he absolutely loves you, so even if he says he'll be fine without you pleasuring him, you gotta return the favor :((

miscellaneous:

> yaoyarozu is a BOTTOM. ik some people think she's a top and i can see it, but NO. she's a bottom. she is putty in your hands after the first kiss. she's a little tease, but she doesn't really realize that she's doing it, which just makes the situation a little bit better

> shinsou is a top, always working to make you feel good in bed bc he's scared you'll leave him. no matter how many times you assure him that you won't, he still got doubts. vanilla sex all the way, it's usually never rough. sex is like a comfort for the both of you, limbs tangled and skin close as you both love through the night.

> monoma is a bratty bottom. he won't make it easy for you and sometimes to make things even more difficult for you, he tops you. please control this man's mouth, omg.. he's so noisy in bed. grunting, moaning, whining. you have to gag it with a cloth and tie his hands above his head so he stops taking it off...great, now he's got a bondage kink

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> shindo is a top. through and through baby. he's definitely used his quirk on you in bed before, which caused you to let out a really loud moan. he teased you for it later, don't worry. omg, and this man is constantly leaving you with marks all over, whether it's from spanking you or just being so rough it caused bruises.

> tamaki...my baby..bottom. he's a bottom. obviously. he's so shy abt your first time doing it together, and he's so careful. he doesn't want to hurt you too much, so you take the lead. and once he's comfortable, he's moaning into your ears so loud. you have to kiss him to reassure him that he's doing perfectly. honestly, it's a very wholesome experience considering it's sex :(((

a/n: AHHH OMGGG. im super nervous abt posting this, but it's okk.. it's ok. i do hope you enjoy this one though <33

edit #1 - i totally forgot abt my baby tamaki, so fixed that for you babes

[w0rmm1lk]

Texting.

Reader: not mentioned.

characters: all characters i write for

type: can be read as both platonic and romantic

sumarry: how i think the mha characters would text.

warnings: possible swearing, denki being denki.

👾Mina Ashido👾

she abuses her emoji privledges. like nobody will ever receive a message from her that doesn't have an emoji. lots of all caps.

👓Tenya Iida👓

oh you were texting him? bitch writes as if he's writing a formal email. your ass is lucky that he doesn't start that shit off with "I hope this message finds you well.". not even kidding will proof read every message he sends at least twice.

♾️Ochaco Uraraka♾️

will end every message that isnt on a serious topic with :D. its so sweet tbh.

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

this man uses so many abbreviations that even if you think you use a lot just know you're learning a new one everyday. not even kidding makes up his own shit. once sent mina "lmkiydthesicci" and nobody could figure out wtf he meant. lowkey flirting with every mssg he sends. every single person in the class, girl or not has received a message from him that just says "hey bbg ;)". he received a very long lecture from iida and a very confused reply from todoroki. todoroki didn't actually know wtf bbg meant. thought he misspelled bbq at first.

🪨Kirishima🪨

unironically sends messages that just say "rawr". uses the :} face a lot bc he thinks it looks like his unbreakable.

🐙Mezou Shoji🐙

i feel like he has such a low screentime that if anyone needs to text him he's only available for like an hour a day. accidentally leaves ppl on read. messages seem very bland usually.

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

another bland person but tbh hes the worst out of them all. like he can look at a whole paragraph asking him if he wants to go to the movies with the rest of the class and all he will reply with is just "ok." uses periods at the end of every message but I swear he's not mad.

💥 Bakugo💥

if he receives any messages past 8pm the "reply" will be you getting left on delivered even if he's still up, or a message just saying "shut the fuck up and go to bed.". also bland but he's more of a "k" bland rather than a "ok." bland.

🥦Izuku Midoryia🥦

he will not even kidding receive a message that just says "hi" and will send a whole paragraph that is basically just a lengthened "hi! how are you?". uses the smiley emoji a lot.

💫Momo Yaoyorozu💫

lots of ! at the end of messages, you can feel the happiness through your phone screen. uses heart emojis at the end of messages and memorizes the meaning of each color so she can use them accordingly.

🖤Shihai Kuroiro🖤

another :} user, sometimes uses :] but mainly :}. only ever texts ppl at hours like 2-4 am. you cant convince me he gets enough sleep.

👔Neito Monoma👔

you think hed text you?/j kinda just an average texter, any message about class 1a will be in all caps.

😈Dabi😈

oh look. another bland ass texter, at least he takes the time to actually type out "okay," only sends emojis if he's talking about how weird the emoji looks.

🔪Himiko Toga🔪

uses :] all the time. not :}, or :). just :]. if anyone texts her, even if its just a simple "hi." and she isn't busy, congrats you've agreed to a 3 hour face time call.

✋Tomura Shigaraki✋

he leaves everyone on read. if you question why he left you on read all you're getting is an "if its so important then talk to me face to face."

🃏Mr. Compress🃏

so you know how earlier i said you were lucky Iida didnt start with "I hope this message finds you well,"? your luck ran out. he writes it like you're a long distant friend who he is sending some fancy ass shit letter to. not even kidding ends each message with "--Compress."

🪽Hawks🪽

types so fast his phone doesnt even register his hands. half his messages be looking like "se tht ouds ood". he doesn't even bother to edit it or correct himself.

👁️Aizawa👁️

he texts like a dad. texting this mf be like:

"ok👍"

"*photo of a weird boat*"

🌙Midnight🌙

miss girl uses so many ;) that its hard to tell if shes suggesting something weird or not. ended every greetings message with that one kissy emoji.

🙂Mirio Togata🙂

uses the 🙂 all the time because he thinks it looks like him. it does.

🌀Nejire Hado🌀

lots of !!! and :D, also uses the :> a lot lol. lots of blue heart emojis aswell.

🦋Tamaki Amajiki🦋

sends articles about different butterflies he likes or thinks the person he sends it to would like along with a message along the lines of "I think this fits you :]". rarely texts first but when he does he clicks send and sitts on the other side of the bed as his phone while staring at it intensely, just waiting for the reply notif. wont actually read the reply for a good minute.

🐈‍⬛Hitoshi Shinsou🐈‍⬛

sends photos of random animals he sees while out and about. usually just cats. (no way this man doesn't feed the strays around ua) another person that only texts at night time.

🛠️Mei Hastume🛠️

uses >:D a lot, shows blueprints of her new babies all the time, ngl they are usually rlly messy. texts are just :

"LOOK AT THIS NEW BABY IN PROGRESS >:D"

"* incomprehensible image of a blueprint *"

⭐Yo Shindo⭐

uses the thumbs up way to much but like in the passive aggresive way yk? but also if you send him a photo of something ur proud of he will reply with a simple "oh that's cool!" but there's so much fucking emotion behind it ur just kinda like ???

🛡Melissa Shield🛡

her messages are so sweet. sunset pictures of the ocean every other day. lots of :).

wrote this is one go and now my hands hate me. i think this was at least 20 characters-? idk I'm struggling to count.

[morisaircraft]

Highkey I need shindo x Midoriya little brother, older brother au with y/n in the middle like that one challenger’s meme.

[real-hot-grl-shi]

y’all……

y’all……

HES ACTUALLY SO FINE???? WTF ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[frickingnerd]

as close as strangers

pairing: yo shindo x gn!reader

summary: you confront your crush, yo shindo, at a party, practically begging him to be yours. even if it's just for one night...

tags: unrequited crush (reader for yo), implied hook up, angsty undertones, drunk!reader, kissing (while drunk)

deep down you knew that it was a stupid idea to confront shindo while you were drunk. but the alcohol made you reckless and so you found yourself pulling your crush away into an empty room, as the party continued outside. 

as soon as he had closed the door behind the two of you and turned around you stumbled forward, pressing your lips onto his. shindo quickly pulled away from you, holding you by your shoulders. 

"what was that…?"

he mumbled confused, staring down at you. even when he seemed to be upset with you, he was still so handsome. 

"i know you don't like me…" you sniffled quietly. "but i like you. a lot! so… please, can't you just pretend like you care about me? just for tonight…?" 

shindo quietly looked at you, watching as you sobbed quietly and wiped your tears away. it was true, he didn't feel the same way about you. there were countless girls that had a crush on him and yet he had no interest in any of them. still, if it was just one night, he might as well play the part for you. 

"and you're sure you want this?"

you raised your head surprised. did he really consider it? you quickly nodded and shindo sighed, before closing the distance between you. 

"alright. then i'll be yours for tonight. but by tomorrow, we're nothing more than strangers again"

[chaiiskindagross]

Hello~☆ I'm kinda new here but your idea seemed so fun, as was scrolling through your blog (you draw them nicely and t h i c c). I hope I don't come off too stiff or rude 🐧🌸

1. I'd like to have a calm but fun loving companion. Just someone who will help around the house and make life less boring and lonely. Though I prefer to be independent and self-sufficient, it sure feels nice to coodled and taken care of sometimes. Sure hope my CyBi doesn't take it too far and crosses any lines 👀👀👀 I'm really weak to yanderes that manipulate you subtly without you noticing until it all crashes down. Those that would never harm you, even when it's so enticing. Well, not in terms of broken bones or scars anyways ehe~ The betrayal, despair and thrill would be sooooo bittersweet. Oh and I guess a very soothing velvety voice and soft and warm smile are important

2. I am a very affectionate girl, especially physically! I may need time to warm up to someone, if that happens at all but when I do like someone, romantic or not, I like to give hugs like there's no tmr ♡ Just don't be surprised by my resting bitch face 😓. I am also quite the short introvert I suppose. (Sry I didn't know how to compress it ><)

3. No one in particular

4. This one is not really erotic but I do value huggability (big boobas save lives). If he goes through my tumblr history (which he definitely would never do ofc, he's a good boy), he'll see I am quite fond of non-con, somnophilia, size kink, overstimulation and usually prefer service tops. But a virgin like me would never dream of something so embarassing!!!

5. None

6. My darling CyBi wasn't intended to be a romantic or sexual partner in the first place. He doesn't need to know about these dark secrets.... I trust him a lot though, so I don't have to worry about him going out of his way to invade into my privacy. ....right?

I hope I didn't make any mistakes 🤔 If it's still not that intersting to write, it's obv OK to ignore. Just have fun red! 🥛🍪 - Cookie anon

yandere! robot! pervert! shindou you x fem! reader

notes: hi there cookie anon! pleasure to have you snoop through my blog, darlin’! and ty ty, i do like drawin’ ‘em thicc. alsO you didn’t come off as stiff or rude at all! sO, for your request, I chose shindou you for youUu!! he’s so pretty omg and he’s perfect for the whole concept of calm, sweet but manipulative, and he’s not very clingy but he does enjoy affection. and hehehe.. his quirk— vibration is gonna come in handy for some servicing if you’re catching my drift. also, his tiddies are pretty fat so… plus, he is such a great faker omg, & y’all would be resting bitch face besties.

warnings: drugging, noncon, somnophilia, overstimulation, improper use of quirks, fingering, unprotected sex, p in the v, panty sniffing.

summary: shindou has a lot of free time when you’re at work, and because of this, he has lots of time to explore your home while you’re out and that’s when he stumbles upon your search history on your laptop (which he totally didn’t hack into bc it was password protected).

CURIOSITY killed the cat, but the cat died nobly and satisfaction brought it back.

Shindo’s a good boy. Well, at least on the surface. After he waves goodbye to you and gives you a little side hug, shooing you off to work, he does his chores, takes a nap to charge, starts thinking about what to make for dinner, and overall acts like the golden boy he’s supposed to be. However, lately, boredom has began to fester inside of him. He watches TV like a normal human being (he really likes baking shows and National Geographic) but he’s still looking for some kind of stimulation to pass the time. Which leads to now.

Sitting at the dining room table with your laptop, he curiously opens it up and watches as it automatically starts to turn on. Playing a game or two could be fun, or maybe he could end up finding a hobby that interests him.

Soon, your user pops up, along with the bar that prompts the user to insert their password. Not a problem. He activates his ‘Breaker Mode’ and holds up one of his pointer fingers, watching as the tip peels back to reveal a usb that he inserts into the laptops port, accessing your password and entering it in within a thirty second time frame, granting him permission to invade your laptop life. He could have easily logged in as ‘guest’ but what was the fun in that?

Shindo’s a good boy. But he has to blink back at his surprise when he suddenly got some unexpected information shot into his face.

Tumblr?

He knows the basics about social media platforms and what they’re used for but he had no idea you used this one. And he’s even more so surprised by the sight of one of your most recent fictional reads.

x reader warnings: noncon, somnophilia…

Blinking, Shindou couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he knew all the basic vanilla kinks but nothing like this. Out of curiosity, and the fact that his finger was still plugged in, his irises flashed pink for a moment, his ‘Breaker Mode’ going into hard-drive as he downloaded all of the content from your search history (even the deleted bits) into the mainframe of his brain. Once he was done, his usual warm smile broke out into something much more sinister and malicious. Truly, he was built to be the most amazing helper to you, and an even better boy, so, he should be able to help you enact your hidden fantasies, shouldn’t he?

Well, at least now he had something to rid himself of his boredom.

Checking the time on the laptop, he hatched a plan and turned it off, standing up so he could go grocery shopping for a few extra things he needed for dinner.

…

“What’s all this?”

You’d just arrived from a long day at work, looking to relax for a while and then go to bed. Shindou always cooked dinner when you weren’t working so it wasn’t really a surprise, but you were surprised by the fact that he’d made one of your favorite meals and it smelled delightful. After slipping off your shoes and following the tasty and familiar scent you found Shindou putting the last finishing touches on his cooking, turning to greet you with his usual warm smile.

“Welcome home! And well, you’ve had a long week, I wanted to make something you enjoyed, hopefully it’s to your liking.” He offered, rubbing his hands on his apron before he motioned towards the dining room table (he’d put your laptop back where he found it already). “Sit down and I’ll make you a plate.”

As independent as you were, you gladly let him fix a plate of food for you, going to have a seat while watching him move around from where you were seated. As soon as he set the food down in front of you you nearly drooled but waited for him to come back with his own plate of food, along with some drinks he’d prepared for the two of you. Once you were both seated and situated, you dug right in, pleased to see that it was just as delicious as it smelled and looked.

While you both enjoyed your dinner together, he asked you how your day was and the conversation flowed naturally, a few comfortable silences here and there.

As much as you enjoyed the meal and the conversation, you could feel yourself becoming sleepier and sleepier. You had at least wanted to do the dishes since Shindou cooked but it didn’t seem you could even do that.

“Gosh… I’m so tired, I didn’t even.. Shindou, I’ll… do dishes tomorrow… I need a little—-“ Your head dropped onto the table before you could finish your sentence, the table and everything on it shaking in response. The CyBi hummed in satisfaction upon seeing the sleeping pill powder he’d slipper into your food worked much faster than he’d thought and seemed pretty efficient as well.

Standing up, he went to pick you up from the chair, holding you comfortably in his arms as he carried you into your bedroom which was right across from his.

Gently, he laid you down on top of your bed on your back and began undressing you, whistling while he did so, almost as if he was completely carefree and doing a basic task. He always took care of you— mind, body, and soul. Though, he’s never done anything like this. You’ve never asked him to do things such as this but according to the shit you read on tumblr this is exactly what you wanted.

Once he stripped you down to just your panties, he stared at your exposed body, standing over the edge of the bed, scanning his eyes over you to commit the image into his memories.

“So pretty…”

He purred, a delusional smile spreading across his face as he tugged off his shirt.

Seconds later, he got on top of your bed to dress you in his shirt so that you’d know, the bed dipping from his weight. You’d know that he had followed through on your fantasies just like he was supposed to.

Looking down at you, he moved himself to be between your legs, sliding his hands up and down the meat of your thighs, enjoying the feel of them beneath his fingers. You looked so peaceful and calm, not aware of the dangerous man who was observing you and mentally taking note of just how small you were in comparison to him. He could have taken advantage of you much earlier than this, but he’s a good boy. If you didn’t want this, why’d you allow him to see you in your most vulnerable moments? Allow him to sleep in the bed that was only a mere wall away from yours? Leave your bedroom door unlocked for him to slip into your bedroom anytime you’re sleeping to do whatever he wished. You were basically begging for him to push the boundaries between the two of you.

Slowly inching his way down the bed, he laid down onto his stomach between your legs and wrapped his arms under your thighs. Using one hand to push your panties aside to reveal your folds, he held them out of the way to keep them exposed for his hungered eyes. What a pretty pussy. Everything about you was pretty to him. He’d always thought so from the moment he opened his eyes after you’d activated him.

With a test, he licked a long strip up your slit and peered over your belly, taking a look at your face to see if you had stirred in your sleep. Seeing no reaction from you, he dipped his tongue into your walls and began to fondle your inside with the muscle, feeling your body naturally clench around the foreign object. Opening and closing his mouth, he gave your slit a flurry of messy opened mouth kisses, sloppily eating you out. His eyes remained staring at your face as he did so, taking note of the slight scrunch of your nose and the way your brows knitted at the sudden pleasurable sensation between your legs.

No sign of waking up.

Deciding upon himself to take the step a little further, he took his free hand, his arms still hooked around your thighs like a belt. Then, he activated his quirk into just the tip of his middle finger, pressed the meaty vibrating digit against your clit and simultaneously licked and ate away at your folds.

That sparked a reaction out of you. You were still fast asleep but that didn’t stop the lethargic moans that came from your mouth, along with the slight arch of your back from the bed as he tangled his tongue in your awaiting entrance. Never once did he take his eyes off of you as he was ravaging you with his tongue, taking note of every change in your facial features as he experimented with different intensities of the vibrations and the differing movement of his tongue. Then, he began to wonder… What if…?

With a little extra concentration, the tip of his tongue began to vibrate as well, overwhelming your poor pussy with a variety of sensations. He watched in interest as you whined in your sleep, shuddering and trembling beneath his surprisingly skilled techniques of both his mouth and hand.

“Shi…shin..shindou…~”

Now that was a pleasant surprise.

You’d moaned his name.

Which meant that you were expecting this.

You wanted this.

These were things he already knew but it was nice to have his theory further solidified.

He grinned, despite still being tongue deep into your increasingly soaking walls. The ravishment of his mouth on you was growing immensely, his parted lips slurping away at your folds like a starving man being given his first meal in months, years even.

The pleasure was still felt in every nerve of your body despite still being unconscious, and naturally, your body reacted. The good boy ripped one unwilling orgasm out of you, and then another, and another, and another, until you were shaking and crying in your sleep, somehow even your hand had even ended up tangled in the soft tufts of his artificial raven hair. His tongue was drenched, his chin was dripping with your juices, and his umami taste bud was running rampant with the taste of you. He’d overstimulated you to the point of you cursing in your sleep, twisting and turning as you tried to slip away from his hold, run away from his tongue. He didn’t allow you a break until he was satisfied.

Eventually, he pulled away and moved to sit on his knees after untangling his arms from your legs and gently taking your hand and laying it back down by your side.

Through a half-lidded gaze and a sleepy smile on his face his palmed himself through the shorts you’d bought for him, chewing on his lip as he mentally debated with himself on whether or not he would continue or not.

He would.

In the midst of his attack on your poor cunt with the use of his tongue and his quirk, his chin wasn’t the only thing in the splash zone. Your panties were just as soaked as your slippery lower lips and he took very good note of that when he tugged them off of you and bunched them up, pressing them right against his nose. Getting a good whiff of you and your essence made his mechanical eyes roll back before he licked your sticky arousal right from the crotch, still palming his dick through his shorts with his other hand.

Shindou’s a good boy, but he can be impatient. Especially now.

Still pressing your panties against his nose like they were covered in the most intoxicating scent known-to-man, (after he licked them clean) he used his other hand to tug at the waistband of his shorts and briefs, grunting when his cock sprang to life and slapped his bare and hardened stomach. The fabric bunched up around his knees as he shuffled a little closer to you and then huffed, realizing that he wanted both hands free. With quick thinking, he draped your panties over his face so that the crotch was still over his nose but he could see through the leg holes. An impromptu ski mask, it looked almost like he was going to rob a bank, but the only thing getting robbed here was you.

Grabbing your legs, he moved them to rest on his hips and then aligned himself with your entrance, grinning from ear to ear as he pushed into you, inch by inch until his lower half was flush against yours. He watched as your face twisted up a little in discomfort from suddenly being impaled, your walls were gripping him like a glove but that wasn’t going to stop him. As he gripped onto your hip with a hand, he used the other to press his palm against your clit and activated his quirk yet again, watching as you jerked up towards the ceiling like you’d just had a defibrillator slammed onto your chest at the highest voltage.

A couple of orgasms later, you were loose enough and more than ready to get fucked into the mattress even in your deep sleep.

…

The next morning, you felt strangely well-rested. You were glad that it was the weekend which meant you had lots of time to lounge around and just enjoy your rest day. However, as soon as you sat up, you felt pain in your back and between your legs, prompting you to gasp slightly in shock and look down.

Wait a minute, who’s shirt was this? Why are the sheets so wet? Where are your panties???

You failed to notice the fluff of black hair pop into the doorframe, revealing a shirtless Shindou wearing a fresh pair of shorts that were hanging dangerously off his hips. In his hands, he held a tray of food.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead. Ready for breakfast?”

He’d questioned, slipping through the door frame to walk towards you, holding the tray out towards you. And then he smiled. “You’ll need all your energy if you’re going to heal up from last night, aheh.”

Shindou’s a good boy, but he’s got the mind of a psychopath.