#yuga x reader

[yokumirumerafan]

MHA boys x y/n (if y/n accidentally sent a nude to them)

AHAHHAHAHAH I wanna throw my eyes out in the garbage after this T^T

💥 Katsuki Bakugo

🔴 Reaction: His phone nearly combusts in his hands when he opens the message, his entire face turning redder than his explosions. He was just chilling when—BAM—your completely nude picture pops up on his screen.

You immediately send, “OMG WRONG PIC I’M SO SORRY”

But this is Bakugo, and instead of responding normally, you get:

"THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WRONG PIC?!?? WHO WAS IT FOR THEN, HAH?!???"

💥 Aftermath: He refuses to delete the pic immediately, not because he’s a perv (or so he claims), but because, "It’s my fuckin’ right as your boyfriend to have it now." He still won’t look you in the eyes for a solid 48 hours, though.

🧊 Shoto Todoroki

🔵 Reaction: Blinks once. Blinks twice. The gears in his brain are grinding to a halt. He was in the middle of drinking tea, and now he’s frozen in place like a statue. The steam from his tea is the only thing moving in the room.

You: "OMG SHOTO I’M SO SORRY I MEANT TO SEND A MEME WTF"

Him: "…This is not a meme."

He just stares at his screen for a full minute before finally typing: "I see. Do you want me to delete it, or would you like to discuss this in person?" 😳

🔵 Aftermath: Later, when you’re hiding your face in embarrassment, he just sips his tea and says: "I wouldn’t mind receiving more by accident."

🐙 Eijiro Kirishima

🔴 Reaction: This man CHOKES ON AIR. Like, literally starts coughing and nearly dies. His hands are shaking, his phone almost falls out of his grip.

You: "KIRI I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC WRONG PIC"

Him: "BABE. BABE I’M AT THE GYM."

He’s literally bench pressing, and when he sees your pic, he drops the weights in shock. Every dude in the gym turns to look at him, and he just nervously laughs while turning into a tomato.

🐙 Aftermath: He eventually recovers, but the next time you see him, he’s so flustered. "I mean, if you ever wanna, uh, send the right one… y’know, for me…" 😳

💚 Izuku Midoriya

🟢 Reaction: OH GOD HELP HIM. He was just taking hero notes when he got your message, and now? HIS SOUL LEFT HIS BODY. He gasps so loud that his mom knocks on his door like “Izuku?? Are you okay??”

You: "OMG WRONG PICTURE DEKU I’M GONNA JUMP OFF A CLIFF"

Him: "WAIT DON’T JUMP I’M ALSO GONNA DIE FROM THIS HELP—"

HE IS PANICKING. His brain is a 404 ERROR. His freckles are brighter than ever. He’s stuttering, sweating, AND shaking.

🟢 Aftermath: He avoids eye contact for a week. When you finally corner him, he just whispers: "I saved it before I realized… should I delete it? Do you—do you want me to keep it?" 😳

🔥 Dabi

🔵 Reaction: He opens it, stares for two seconds, then smirks like the smug bastard he is. "Oh? Well, well, well. Looks like Christmas came early for me."

You: "DABI. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT."

Him: "Uh-huh. Sure. Who was it meant for then?" 😏

If you tell him it was meant for nobody, he just laughs and texts back: "Wanna make it not an accident? I’m free tonight."

🔥 Aftermath: He will never let you live this down. You will be reminded every day about it. You’ll walk into the room, and he’ll just casually say, “Ah, my personal model has arrived.” 😏

💜 Shigaraki Tomura

🔴 Reaction: He drops his phone. It just thuds onto the floor while he stares into space, reconsidering life itself.

You: "OMG I’M SO SORRY WRONG PICTURE."

Him: "…The fuck am I supposed to do with this information."

He sits there, looking at his phone like it personally offended him. His hands are hovering over the screen like he’s too scared to touch it.

💜 Aftermath: "You’re gonna corrupt me." That’s what he tells you, and then later, out of nowhere, he just goes, "So… you got any more accidents in you?" 😏

💚 Tamaki Amajiki

🔵 Reaction: IMMEDIATELY THROWS HIS PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM LIKE IT BURNED HIM. Tamaki.exe has stopped working.

You: "TAMA I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC OMG PLEASE RESPOND"

Him: "I—I CAN NEVER FACE YOU AGAIN."

He’s literally curled up in a ball, shaking and overheating like a broken laptop. His face is so red it might explode.

🔵 Aftermath: The next time he sees you, he just stares at the ground and mumbles, "I-it was a nice picture… I mean—NO, I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT, I’M GONNA PASS OUT." 😵

🟡 Mirio Togata

🟡 Reaction: INSTANT GRIN. "Aw, babe, that’s not the cat picture you meant to send, huh?" 😆

You: "MIRIO PLEASE DELETE IT"

Him: "Delete it? But I think it's a work of art." 😏

He does not stop smiling. And not in a pervy way—he just thinks it's hilarious. This man is SO confident that instead of freaking out, he’s teasing you instantly.

🟡 Aftermath: Later, he walks up to you, gives you a kiss, and whispers, "If you ever wanna send another one… maybe on purpose this time?" 😏

🦋 Hawks (Keigo Takami)

🔴 Reaction: Whistles. "Damn, angel, wasn’t expecting that so early in the day." 😏

You: "HAWKS I DIDN’T MEAN TO—"

Him: "No need to explain, babe. Happy accidents exist for a reason." 😌

He’s WAY too smooth about it, texting you back instantly with, "You look gorgeous, by the way." No shame. No embarrassment. Just pure, raw Keigo energy.

🦋 Aftermath: You’re hiding your face in embarrassment, but he’s just living his best life. "Just letting you know, if you ever wanna send another one, I wouldn’t complain. Just saying." 😏

🦾 All Might (Toshinori Yagi - Small Form)

🔵 Reaction: NEARLY DIES. His soul leaves his body. You just killed the Number One Hero.

You: "I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC!!!"

Him: "OH MY GOODNESS, MY DEAR Y/N, I—I MUST ERASE THIS FROM MY MEMORY AT ONCE." 😱

He’s sweating bullets, looking around like the police are about to break down his door.

🦾 Aftermath: HE NEVER MENTIONS IT AGAIN. Ever. You traumatized him. The man nearly coughed up a lung. 😭

💀 Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

🔵 Reaction: Opens the message. Stares at it. Blinks once. Exhales. Closes his phone.

You: "SHOUTA I’M SO SORRY WRONG PICTURE"

Him: "Hnn. Sure." 😐

Literally does not react for a solid five minutes. You are panicking, but he’s just sitting there like it’s a normal Tuesday.

💀 Aftermath: That night, he just casually mutters, "Next time, don’t send it by accident." And then he goes to sleep like he didn’t just end your entire existence. 😭

👁️ Shinsou Hitoshi

🟣 Reaction: Raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

You: "HITOSHI WRONG PIC OMG"

Him: "Damn. You sure? I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t a mistake." 😏

HE’S SO CALM ABOUT IT. He texts you back way too smoothly, and now you’re just screaming into your pillow.

🟣 Aftermath: The next time you see him, he just leans in and whispers, "No take-backs, kitten." 😏

🐙 Hanta Sero

⚫ Reaction: SPITS OUT HIS DRINK.

You: "OMG SERO IGNORE THAT PLS."

Him: "HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO IGNORE IT WHEN MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED???" 😳

He physically collapses onto his bed, kicking his feet, blushing, and screaming into a pillow. This man is LOSING IT.

⚫ Aftermath: He teases you about it for the next three years. "Hey babe, remember that time you—" "SERO. SHUT UP." 😭

⚡ Denki Kaminari

🟡 Reaction: "OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDDD." Brain fried. Man is straight-up malfunctioning.

You: "DENKI I SWEAR WRONG PICTURE"

Him: "DO IT AGAIN THO???" 😳

He is so flustered but also so down bad. He’s grinning like an idiot, kicking his feet, and combusting all at once.

⚡ Aftermath: You will never hear the end of it. "Babe, you got any more accidents planned?" 😏

👓 Iida Tenya

🔵 Reaction: PHONE SLIPS OUT OF HIS HANDS. SCREEN GOES BLACK. He is HORRIFIED.

You: "IIDA I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO—"

Him: "Y/N. THIS IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE. HOWEVER—" he clears his throat "I appreciate the trust you have placed in me." 😳

👓 Aftermath: Later, he adjusts his glasses nervously and mumbles, "I-I did not delete it yet… Should I? Or… do you want me to… keep it…?" 😳

🐦 Tokoyami Fumikage

⚫ Reaction: IMMEDIATE EXISTENTIAL CRISIS. "…" closes phone. "…" takes deep breath.

You: "TOKO I’M SO SORRY—"

Him: "…" whispers to Dark Shadow "…What do I do?" 😨

Dark Shadow: "ASK FOR MORE, DUMBASS." 😈

⚫ Aftermath: He avoids you for days until Dark Shadow starts teasing him about it in front of you. "Toko, tell Y/N what you thought about the picture!" 😈 "DARK SHADOW, I SWEAR TO THE GODS—" 😳

🧊 Neito Monoma

🔵 Reaction: "Ah-ha! So even you make mistakes! How utterly humiliating for you!" 😏

You: "MONOMA I’M GONNA KILL YOU—"

Him: "Oh, don’t be mad. If anything, I’d say your form was… quite exquisite." 😌

🧊 Aftermath: HE HOLDS IT OVER YOUR HEAD FOREVER. "Remember that one time you tried to seduce me by accident? Ah, classic Y/N. Simply tragic." 😭

🕶️ Yuga Aoyama

💛 Reaction: "Ohoho~! My, my, mon amour, how scandalous!"

You: "DELETE IT, SPARKLE BOY."

Him: "But Y/N! Such beauty deserves to be appreciated!"

💛 Aftermath: He strikes a dramatic pose and says, "Next time, let me prepare a photoshoot for you~!" 😌

🌪️ Inasa Yoarashi

🟥 Reaction: "OOOOOH MY GOOOOOD—" PROCEEDS TO YELL SO LOUDLY THE WHOLE CITY HEARS IT.

You: "INASA STOP SCREAMING OMG."

Him: "I’M TRYING BUT MY BRAIN CAN’T HANDLE THIS KIND OF SURPRISE, Y/N!!!!" 😳

🌪️ Aftermath: He is SO dramatic. He acts like he was personally attacked by your beauty. "I WASN’T READY FOR SUCH PERFECTION, Y/N, HAVE MERCY ON ME." 😭

🟢 Sir Nighteye

🟢 Reaction: Looks at phone. Adjusts glasses. Takes a deep breath.

You: "SIR NIGHTEYE IT WAS A MISTAKE—"

Him: "Hmm. A rare mistake from you. How fascinating."

🟢 Aftermath: He literally does not react. But later, he smirks and says, "If I foresaw that happening again, I wouldn’t try to stop it." 😏

🟥 Shiketsu High’s Meatball Man: Seiji Shishikura

🔴 Reaction: Goes absolutely STILL. Stares at his phone like it just committed a crime.

You: "OMG SEIJI DELETE IT—"

Him: "…Distasteful. Utterly improper. Completely indecent." 😐

You: "I KNOW, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT—"

Him: "However…" clears throat "Your form is quite… refined." 😳

🔴 Aftermath: This man acts like he’s above it all, but his ears are bright red for WEEKS. Every time he looks at you, he just adjusts his tie unnecessarily and avoids eye contact. 😩

And if someone even jokes about it, he immediately snaps, "WE SHALL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN." 😤

[faulty-writes]

HELLOO FAULTYYYY you have already blessed me with 2 tenya requests bc you are simply wonderful but this time i will have to betray my husband (our husband).

Can i request a oneshot about aoyama with a reader who has been his friend since day 1, finally finding out about how he is the one who was sending information to all-for-one???

(its your choice if it is romantic or platonic, but i would prefer romantic)

As i said multiple times in anonymous mode, i love your writtings.

Take care and dont forget to drink water. :3

Oh, good. So he can be my husband for a few minutes? Deal! I have no idea how to write this character, but I hope you enjoy regardless. Also, I don't remember what happens in the manga after they find out he's the traitor (The manga and I do not get along), so this may have a little AU spin on it. Anyway, I enjoy a little drama. Thank you for enjoying my work!

"No, no, no!" you cried out, shaking your head. Your stomach churning, and your vision hazy. You could taste acid in the back of your throat, fearful you were going to vomit. You thought you knew him. Yuga Aoyama. Your best friend, the person you cared about more than your dream of becoming a hero. More than anything in the world even. Yet, it was your world that came crashing down when the news broke. The one you held dearest, the one you had grown to love, was the traitor. Granted, you knew this didn't just affect you, but everyone at UA High, from the students to the teachers. But one thing was for damn sure, the news shattered your heart more than anyone else's.

Yet, you couldn't imagine how he felt. You were told he was sobbing and begging for forgiveness. But you wondered if his heart was also broken? If he thought he was going to lose you, and for what? Was leaking information to All For One worth losing you? Losing himself?

You weren't sure what to think or do. While your classmates tried to offer you some comfort, the weeks following the news were dreadful. The longer you were apart from him, the more your heart hurt, and yet, you longed to see him. To ask why he didn't trust you enough to confess beforehand. Perhaps if he did, this whole thing could have been avoided.

You sighed, sniffling softly as you wiped another tear from your cheek. "Damn it," you hissed, your eyes focused on the window. The sky looked heavy, painted with clouds that hung low and cast a moody atmosphere. You shifted your glance to the side when you heard gentle steps behind you.

"Y/n?" The soft sound of Izuku's voice came.

You remained quiet for a moment, once again noticing the hollow feeling in your chest. "Mm...what?" you replied, your voice dull, absent of any emotion.

"Uh," he frowned, noting the tension that hung over you like a veil. He knew you were friends with Yuga and had been friends with him long before anyone else in Class A. Still, you were in this together, and he wanted you and Yuga to reunite, savage what you could of your friendship. "Did you hear the news?"

You sighed, hanging your head. "What...news?"

"Aoyama got released," he said, his voice betraying a hint of relief.

Your eyes widened, and as much as you hated to admit it, your heart leaped in your chest, fluttering like it hadn't in weeks. "R-released?" you repeated, turning to him.

He nodded, glancing at the floor. His fingertips gently pressing together. "He...asked me to come get you..." he explained, lifting his head up. "He...h-he really wanted to t-talk to you." He stepped closer, "I know...i-it may not be easy with everything he...he put you through, but..."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's not..." you clenched your jaw, "just...about what he put me through, it's what he did." Your gaze turned dark. "It's just..." you groaned, the frustration billowing inside you.

"Uh," the tension grew thicker, and he knew you were liable to burst. But maybe if you talked to Yuga, you'd be able to sort everything out, even if it meant letting your anger go. "C-come on," he insisted, holding his hand out. "I'll take you to him, and t-then you...can talk about whatever you'd like..." he insisted.

You looked at his hand, your eyebrow raised. You knew he was correct, however. You couldn't just hide behind your pain; you needed to face Yuga. Taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly, you took his hand.  

He guided you outside, and the cool chill in the air nipped at your skin. Your heart was racing, and your stomach was twisting with each step you took. "Mm..." you pressed a hand to your chest. What am I even going to say to him? The soft burning in your stomach indicated that you'd likely react in anger, or so you suspected.

"Here..." Izuku said, turning to you with a smile before releasing your hand.

"Huh?" you blinked, coming out of your daze. "W-what?" you asked before noticing Yuga, and your breath hitched.

He stood a few feet in front of you. His back to you, much like the first time you saw him during the entrance exam. He was just a strange boy standing away from the crowd, muttering to himself. But, as you ventured closer, you noticed that he was applying something to his eyes, which looked like glitter.

"Uh, are you...putting on make up?"

"Hm?" he paused, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Huh?" That's when you noticed his soft but feminine face. His long blond hair was swept out to the sides. His eyes were an enchanting indigo color, and he had long eyelashes. It was almost like you were looking at a member of royalty, apart from the strange belt he wore around his waist that had some strange blue crystal. However, you quickly assumed that it was a support item.

"Oh, sorry!" you said, holding your hands up, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips. "I totally wasn't making fun of you or anything, but uh...it's unusual to see someone applying make up before you know, an entrance exam."

"Heh," a soft chuckle came from his lips before he struck a pose, placing his arm behind his head, and a finger against his chin. He closed one eye as he looked at you with a smile. "The battlefield is no excuse to look drab, I prefer to shine, mon ami!" Your eyes widened, surprised at the strange mix of French and the high but flamboyant tone of his voice, not to mention his strange but amusing actions. You couldn't help but laugh.

He frowned, his brow furrowing. He didn't exactly like it when others laughed at him, but he was sort of a loner. Didn't have many friends, and yet his dream of becoming a hero remained shining bright. His hands fell to his sides, a familiar ache making his chest feel heavy. His gaze locked with yours, fingers curling inward, prepared to walk away when you spoke.

"Is that right?" Your snickers died down, and you stepped forward, a smile on your face. "Do you think you could do my make up too?" you asked.

His eyebrows raised, and his lips parted. They...want me to do their make up!? A smile came to his face, his eyes now sparkling.

You blinked, glancing away. "Uh..." you looked back at him, "a-are you okay?"

He nodded and struck another pose. One hand on his chest, and the other extended outward. "Of course!" he replied, chuckling as he stepped closer to you. "I'll make you look fabulous, and perhaps..." he wanted to say that he hoped the two of you would pass and possibly be in the same class together, but perhaps it was too early to hope for such a thing. "Nevermind," he held up the glitter eyeshadow he had been using. "Let's make you shine!"

Since that day, the two of you have been friends. Always by each other's sides, through training exercises, villain attacks, and everything in between. He always sparkled with that flamboyant confidence. Sometimes it was a little over-the-top, but somehow, endearing, and as of late, you found it was making your heart flutter much like it was right now, as he slowly turned to you. A bittersweet smile on his face.

"Thank you for bringing them to me, Midoriya," he said, his voice lingering with what you assumed to be regret.

Izuku nodded. "Yeah," he replied before turning to you, giving an encouraging smile.

"Uh," the feeling of dread skyrocketed as you watched Izuku walk away. Part of you wanted to reach out and grab him, make him stay because it'd be too awkward to speak to Yuga alone. Frankly, you had never felt that way before, but again, you were reminded that running away from your problems wouldn't fix anything. You had to face him, here and now.

"Y/n," he said.

You trembled when he spoke your name but refused to look at him. Your hands curling into the bottom of your shirt, uncertain how to respond and yet, your heart fluttered.

"Mon ami," he said, taking a step closer. His hands were trembling, wanting to reach out to you, but fear that you'd slap his hand away kept him from doing it.

You latched onto your lip, anger, frustration, sadness, betrayal...all swirling within, and you feared opening your mouth would let out the hurricane. So, you remained quiet, trying to keep yourself in check. Your eyes were still trained on the ground.

He frowned; the way you avoided his glance twisting the knife already embedded into his heart. He swallowed thickly, his eyes slightly burning as they filled with tears. "Won't you look at me?"

When news began to float around about a traitor among you, one who had been leaking information to All For One, you noticed something. Yuga would grow tense, and when your gaze met his, he'd look away. As if he were hiding something. So, why should you give him the same courtesy if he wouldn't even look you in the eye when you asked if he was alright and assured him that he could tell you anything?

He hitched his breath, hot tears slowly sliding down his cheeks. He had wanted to see you this whole time, you were the only thing he thought about when he was locked away, tied and bound like a common criminal with a mouthpiece that silenced him. He took another step closer, his hand reaching out to you, although it was shaking.

You could sense the heaviness in the air, and you slowly picked your head up. Your focus on his hand, the sight of which made you flinch. "Why didn't you t-trust me?" you responded, your voice somewhat cold.

He hitched his breath, his lip trembling at your question. "W-what?" he replied. "I...do trust you, Mon ami, please just—"

"Just what!?" you snapped, hands now clenched at your sides, knuckles turning red. "I...I had asked you once...i-if everything was alright..." You remembered that day well.

"Hey…." you said, approaching him and laying a tender hand on his shoulder. "Is everything alright?" Your chest felt heavy as you anticipated his answer.

He turned to you, his eyes wide, and his hands nervously rubbing his stomach. "Y-yes…" he replied.

His voice was shaky, uncertain, and left a sour taste in your mouth. Although you couldn't assume anything, all evidence pointed to him lying to you. But why? You thought he trusted you, and in return you trusted him, but…were your intentions misguided?

"Oh, okay…" You replied, letting your hand fall from his shoulder. The atmosphere that was once warm and inviting between the two of you, now cold and distant. You rubbed the back of your head, eyes lingering on him. "You…" hitching your breath, you sighed. "You know that you can tell me anything, right? We are friends…best friends in fact."

He winced as he looked at you. His eyes held a hint of sadness, as if your words hurt him. As true as it was, part of him had always hoped for…something more with you. At the same time, he didn't want to lose you, but he knew that was likely once you found out the dark truth.

"I guess being best friends means nothing to you."

"It means everything to me!" he choked through his tears, a soft hiccup escaping his throat.

You flinched again, his words hanging in the air, making your heart skip a beat. And yet, sink when you saw his face. His lip was quivering, tears were streaming down his face like a river, and his body was trembling uncontrollably. He looked human. So small. So breakable. You felt your heart twist, but part of you was still angry. "So then..." you looked away again, "why did you lie to me...back then?"

He furrowed his brow, the lump in his throat growing.

"I asked you before if you were alright, and you...you lied to my face!"

Another hiccup came, and he grasped the sides of his head. His tears were hot and slippery against his palms. "I know!" he shrieked, his legs bending some as he closed his eyes. His head was throbbing painfully, and the tightness in his chest was growing. "But I...only did it to protect you," he pleaded, his hands lowering as he set his sights on you again.

"Protect me!?" you snapped back, shaking your head. "How would...how does that even...that doesn't make any sense!"

His eyes cast over with a dark glint as his gaze shifted to the ground. "Then...maybe I was just being a coward," he said quietly, "and you can keep screaming at me. I deserve it."

Your breath hitched at his words, and guilt came crashing over you like a violent wave. Am I acting like everyone else? You frowned, taking a breath. Everyone is wondering why he betrayed us. But All For One is a pretty scary villain...and I guess he had no choice. He did everything he did out of fear. Sighing, you took a step closer to him. "I won't scream anymore." Your words were followed by silence that mingled with the gentle howl of the wind and the rustling of leaves.

"Just...I want to know why you didn't tell me," your voice cracked slightly, "I'm your...best friend, right?" Even if you had growing feelings for him. "You could have...should have told me," you insisted, "we could have gone to Mr. Aizawa or the other heroes."

He swallowed hard, wiping his eyes. "I was ashamed," he confessed. "I’ve always been ashamed. I didn’t want to be this person. One who betrays and lies to everyone," he wiped his face, sniffling loudly. "But I was scared. My parents were scared. All For One gave me my quirk and used it as a tool to control me into submission."

Your brow furrowed, once again caught between conflicting emotions. You felt angry that his parents were so desperate for him to have a quirk that they turned to a villain like All For One instead of accepting him for who he was. And yet, your heart was also breaking for him. For the circumstances he was put through, just to be part of a society that praised people for having quirks and shunned those who did not.

"Do you know what it’s like," he continued, voice trembling, "to act fabulous when all I wanted to do was run?" The overwhelming sense of guilt was getting to him. "To hide and pretend none of this happened? That I wasn't some victim playing the part of a hero?!"

Your eyes widened, your breath hitching. His words made your heart ache all over again. "Yuga I—"

"Yet, you...you kept me from falling."

"W-what?"

He grabbed your hand and held it tight so you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to.

You shook your head, your heart racing at his words. "I...wasn't the only one you had to keep you from falling. Everyone in Class A..." you trailed off, knowing this moment was only between you and him. You looked at your hand in his, noticing how his touch felt tingly. You latched onto your lip, contemplating your next words. There was no way everything he did was just an act. "You weren’t pretending," you said gently. "You were still you, even through all of this. The way you shined was real, it couldn't have been fake."

Even after hurting you, the fact that you said he still shined meant everything. However, it wasn't completely the truth. He shook his head, sniffling. "I...didn't think anyone could love the real me, the scared me. The one who betrayed everyone so he could survive."

"Mm..." you glanced away, although you could feel a heavy truth to his words. Stepping closer, you reached out, brushing his hair out of his face. The back of your fingers caressed the side of his cheek, noting how warm and wet it felt. "I...still love you." Your words came out soft and shy. "T-that's why it hurt so much when you..."

His eyes widened at your confession, "W-what?" He took a straddled breath, locking eyes with you as if trying to make sense of words he never thought he’d hear. "You…you still do?" he asked quietly, taking a step closer. His body now inches from yours.

You nodded, your heart beating just a little faster. "I hate what you did," you clarified. "But I also know you hated it too. Hated being...scared, betraying everyone to keep yourself safe."

He frowned as you reminded him of his cowardice. "I'm...sorry," he muttered weakly.

"But..." you sighed. "If you're willing to fight now, to...fix all of this, then I-I'll forgive you and I’ll stand beside you."

He let out a breath and leaned forward slowly, as if afraid you'd vanish. He kept his grip on your hand, and his other came to rest on your lower back, pulling you against him. His forehead pressed against yours.

Your heart was racing as he closed the distance between the two of you. Despite the countless times the two of you exchanged hugs in the past, this felt different.

"Mon amour," he whispered, "you're so good to me, I...do not deserve you," he commented, his eyes, although slightly bloodshot, shone with a sense of adoration.

As he whispered, your heart jumped in your chest, and your stomach churned, slowly fluttering with butterflies. Did he just say? You looked at him, stunned and slightly confused.

He noticed your confused expression and couldn't help but smile. The first real genuine smile he had since being locked away, since the truth came to the surface. You were always so adorable, so sweet and kind to him. That's likely why he began to have feelings for you, and regardless of how you felt now, he was determined to prove to you just how much you meant to him. "You're choosing me anyway, even after everything I've done," he noted, leaning closer.

"Uh, w-well I..." you swallowed your words, your mouth growing dry as his lips met yours in a kiss that tasted like bittersweet salt and starlight. Raw and real, maybe not glittering or shining as Yuga always wanted to be, but something rarer. A light all his own, wrapping you in a sense of warmth and security.

[frickingnerd]

dating tokoyami & aoyama

pairing: fumikage tokoyami x gn!reader x yuga aoyama

tags: polyamorous relationship, prep x goth dynamic, wholesome fluff, introvert x extrovert dynamic, physical affection

one of your boyfriends is an introverted and edgy goth boy, while the other one is an extroverted and bubbly prep! they seem to be polar opposites and yet they work together so well!

tokoyami was the one quietly pining for you, planning to confess to you eventually, but always having things get in his way

meanwhile, aoyama is incredibly blunt about his crush on you! and he's the one who gets tokoyami to confess to you as well, after realizing that the bird boy is secretly crushing on you!

dating both an introvert and an extrovert is great, because the two of them bring out the best in each other! aoyama tends to be more laidback when around tokoyami, while tokoyami comes more out of his shell when aoyama is around!

plus, if you want a quiet and relaxing day, you'll stick to tokoyami, while you can count on aoyama to have some fun and brighten up your day!

both of your boyfriends are pretty affectionate, but aoyama is the type for public displays of affection, while tokoyami is only clingy and cuddly in private!

while both boys aren't very close when they start dating you, they form a friendship as the time passes! and especially dark shadow grows fond of aoyama, due to his sparkling personality!

[chiliechicken]

𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀 𝐀.┊★ upon the shore Yuga Aoyama x GN!Reader Fluff, Post-war scenario, Spoilers for the manga, Established relationship

The wonderful summer breeze flows through your hair as you watched your friends and classmates play by the sea, building sandcastles, playing volleyball, or even soaking in the water. You smiled in content, finally feeling relaxed after the gruesome war you fought alongside them just a few months back.

You looked over to your side and saw your lovely boyfriend sitting quietly. After the events that happened, he changed so drastically. He wasn't as bright as he used to and he just kept to himself. It worried you to the bone, though you couldn't do much about it. You got up from your chair and went over to him on his beach towel, sitting beside him. Yuga looked down at you and gave a small smile.

"Hello, love. Enjoying yourself?" He asked so sweetly.

You smiled back at him and nodded. It felt great seeing him smile. It was always a treat for you. You leaned closer to him and placed a small kiss to his forehead with your hands clasping around his. Yuga chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair.

"You should go play with the others," he told you as he turned his head to look at your classmates, "they look like they're having the time of their lives."

You shook your head and clung to his arm. You didn't really want to leave his side right now. You didn't want him to feel lonely. Your friends can wait, being with Yuga was much more important than them. Yuga sighed, "Very well, then." and closed his eyes, shifting his position so he could hold you in his arms. He looked so pretty like this. In fact, he always looked pretty. Seeing him under the sunlight just made him so much prettier to look at.

You stared at him quietly, watching his breathing become slow as he relaxed into his chair. You leaned on his chest and closed your eyes, letting out a breath of content as you felt your body relaxing under his touch.

It was a nice day for the both of you.

★┊quick thingy before I go to sleep, i just wanna give my bb some love because he deserves it (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[shadows-writing-lounge]

Content: headcanons for height, peen size, kinks and general reader Headcanons.

Reader Info: you/your Gender neutral, body neutral.

General Headcanons

Yuga's Goods

He's most likely around Oot Ganondorf's height 7'6" feet<228.6 cm>. He's slender, more toned then lanky, he exercises for aesthetics. He seems like someone who'd put a lot of upkeep in his appearance. He's akin to a peacock flaunting himself.

He's probably smaller than his Hyrule counterpart. 7-9 inches <17.78-22.86 cm> more slender girth wise as well. He's well trimmed and clean. He'll shave if asked by his long-term partner. His balls are shapely probably fun to massage. He doesn't mind it at all.

He's very drippy with clear precum when aroused, semi transparent white cum.

He's vocal letting you know his thoughts and how he's feeling. If you're doing bad you'll know

Yuga's Kinks

First thing that comes to mind is praise kink. Both receiving and giving.

Yuga would either want someone he seems as gorgeous as himself or someone who's seen as utterly dull but he'd treat them like they're goddess of Lorule herself.(Regardless of gender) If someone is going to be with him they'd have to be.

• Off of this is body worship, he doesn't mind his body being touched by his partner. Of course they can't keep their hands off of him. It doesn't even have to be entirely sexual.

Edging. Art takes time and he believes this applies to a good full body orgasm as well. He teases you if you're impatient saying it'll be better if you just wait to cum.

•He's a hypocrite in this regard. He doesn't like to be edged and will whine about it. Overstimulate him and he'll cry.

Yuga would be very into clothed sex and lingerie. He'd buy garments he'd liked to see his partner in. Begging if he needs to.

•Begging to paint them as well. Clothed, nude, using toys. He'll paint it. He would out his foot down at his partner laying with another. Maybe if he somehow makes a clone of himself..

• He'd appreciate the same energy being returned.

Wax play, kinda out of left field but I think he'd like the sensation on himself and the idea of using multiple colors of wax on his partner to make a sort of art piece appeals to him.

Reader Insert Headcanons

More like small scenarios than headcanons.

•Yuga hated, not you, but your Lorulean counterpart. When he first saw you he thought he hated you too. He was forced to be around you and realized his feelings weren't what he thought.

He painted you. Again and again. He tried to remind himself you're the counterpart of one he hated so deeply. Too bad he could never hate you. It doesn't take him long to break begging you to please be with him. He offers you a noncommittal 'test run'. He can't look at your Lorulean counterpart when he returns to Lorule, hickies galore.

•Letting him paint on your body. Him specially mixing paint that doesn't bother your skin didn't feel too heavy or tacky. Then he paints. Yuga whispers his appreciation of you, your body. He wouldn't let anyone else see you. Some masterpieces should only be seen by their creators who appreciate it wholly.

• If you're an artist that drew him regardless of the quality, quantity or the flavor of drawing he'd be interested. Yuga would offer his assistance with improving. Techniques or as a model. In return he may ask them return the favor. It starts clothed slowly losing articles with each session. Tasteful nudes go to erotically poses pin-ups to full on pornographic materials. The last one is kept under lock and key for Yuga's use.

•Yuga does his makeup every morning and would offer to do yours as well. When he returns to his chambers at night he doesn't need it to be pristine now. He wouldn't mind if you ruin it and he doesn't. Kissing or pressing his face against your genitals. Overstimulating him to make his eye makeup run. Yuga always looks at his 'wreckage' in the mirror before cleaning off the makeup.

The next morning he thinks about the smears and runs as he redoes his makeup. He wonders if anyone will notice if he was late today.

[love-toxin]

a/n: in which aoyama has no problem with taking exactly what he wants. 

warnings: gn! reader, pro hero! aoyama, noncon/consensual noncon, outdoor sex, quirk kink, danger kink, mild predator/prey, dacryphilia. 

word count: 2.2k

"Yoo hoo~! Mon amour!"

You swore even the air around him twinkled, his costume reflecting the moonlight that poured down from the night sky. Amongst a million glittering stars, Yuga was the most radiant--and just as the most beautiful flowers were often the most deadly, you waited in your hiding spot with your hands clasped over your mouth, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't hear you breathing. 

Yuga had chased you so far into the woods that the way home was more than lost to you, your only companion being a head heavy with a touch of the drug he'd slipped into your tea on your date, and the phantom touches of his hands roaming underneath your clothes before you pushed him off and stumbled into a sprint into the woods nearby.  

But you wouldn't have gotten far even if you weren't dizzy enough to have to sit down. Not when Yuga wanted you so badly. 

"I love you so much, let me have a glimpse of you, my darling! I am your hero, after all…you said that to me, did you not?" 

Were you not so used to the sweet turn of his voice, you might've been swayed to relax a little bit and take a peek out from your hiding place. But that thought was remedied before it could fully take hold, when a sound like crystals tinging together grew louder and louder in your ears--and just when you found the courage to stumble to your feet, the laser beam shot straight through the tree you'd been hiding behind and over your head, the force and shock of which caused you to shriek and come crashing to the ground. A huge, groaning creak echoed in your ears behind you, and with one last heart-wrenching snap, the whole upper half of the tree came crashing down to the side with a loud boom that shook the rest of the forest, leaving only a smoking slab of trunk behind. 

"Oops! Did I get too close, and singe the hairs on your pretty little head?" 

Yuga's singsong voice held not a single note of remorse, despite the show he put on as he skipped towards you on light feet. And if you tried to run, you had no doubts that he'd just aim towards your legs next, and maybe zap you with a thin enough laser that it would slice open your Achilles and render you helpless. 

Right now, no matter how frightening it was, it was best just to stay still and brace for the impact of what he was going to bring down upon you. A hand, his quirk, or some awful, faux-tender words...whatever he had the mind for as he finally came close enough that you could taste the sizzling heat in the air. If you looked at him directly, his sparkle might blind you--but hearing the shifting of leather as he crouched next to you, and the warm puff on your cheek as he whispered softly, ensured that your last chance at escaping him had already slipped away. 

"So cute. Your trembling is too much, amour.."

With the foreign touch of his gloved hand against your skin, he slowly plucked a strand of hair that had fallen into your face and tucked it behind your ear, the gesture so feather-like and gentle that it nearly ached. 

"You can scream if you like, darling--you've made it so difficult for anyone to hear you out here. Except for me."

With his grip suddenly tight enough to bruise, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your throat, his palm pressing hotly against the back of your neck as he pulled you up off the ground and manhandled you into a crushing hug. With strength now on his side, he could afford a chuckle as he yanked you over to the shade of another tree--and when he shoved you forward so that you would stumble and fall into it, your body pinned to the trunk by his own that you now had your hands steadied against, escape truly felt like an impossible task. 

Aoyama let his hands roam up your sides without worry about you squirming away, his fingertips catching on the hem of your shirt so it rode up higher, and higher, and higher...and soon enough you felt the cool chill of the night air prickle your skin and pebble your nipples, which made the contrast of his body heat bleeding into you all the more distracting.  

However, the adrenaline rumbling in your veins gradually started to fade away, as Yuga's touches slowed and you felt him huff a sigh against the back of your neck. He was so close to taking what he wanted, but he stopped before you knew it and started to whine in that familiar way when you knew he had something to say. 

"Are you...prepared to die?"

His voice nearly took on a tremble, and you felt the soft clicking of his belt shifting against you from behind. You turned your head as far as you could, aided by his grip loosening on you, and met his lips in a half-cocked kiss that felt ten times more natural than it probably looked. But that was all you needed to do to get your point across, without having to say a word. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, the moment weighing down on you like the world on Atlas' shoulders. All the world seemed to grow silent around you, until the sounds of something heavy sliding against cloth caught your attention, along with the soft thud of his belt hitting the dirt below. 

"I suggest you get on your hands and knees then, chérie."

He didn't really say it as a suggestion, the order followed by a strong hand throwing you to the ground and a pair of slender legs straddling yours to keep you from crawling away. Yuga didn't want blood, he wanted ecstasy--and he prepared to take it from you with every tremble of his body as he fought to contain his unbridled power, and every forceful tug that caused your clothing to rip at the seams as he made brief work of clearing his path forward. At the very least the shreds of your outfit cushioned you from the cold, hard ground, but not from your nails scraping against it as he yanked your hips up off the grass, and shuddered at your arousal as he pushed your underwear aside. Once again, the air brushed your sensitive flesh like the hand of a ghost--but it was short-lived as Yuga made no effort to be gentle as he slipped a finger inside you, and curled and wiggled it about until you moaned enough for him to know that you were ready. 

"Now, stay still, my sweet--we don't want you to have a hole blasted through your cute little head, non! Not before I'm finished having my fun, at least."

The dark chuckle that arose from behind you forced a deep shiver down your spine, as if you hadn't gotten enough of them from listening to the lewd squelching of his fingers invading your supple, weakened insides. And even more so once he finished holding himself back, and nudged the tip of his cock against you to wet it a bit, before slowly starting to ease his way past all resistance and nestle himself inside you like he was meant to be there. No crying, no begging, no whiny pleas that would only fall on deaf ears--he finally got what he wanted, including the view of you quivering and the sounds of your sniffles as he waited for your walls to adjust around him. He wasn't blessed with much girth to stretch you out with, but he could press into your deepest reaches with no trouble at all, except when you were so tense and clenched down on him like you were trying to suffocate his cock.

His fingertips brushed the back of your neck, warm lines traced down your spine in patterns as he cooed at you to relax. He won't hurt you, not unless you try to push him off--or, of course, if you squirm just a little too much…

"Nngh-!" 

You felt the whoosh of energy crackling in the air before you heard him cry out, a beam of light rocketing over your head and exploding against a tree on the other side of the clearing. If you'd had your head up just an inch or two higher, it would've taken a chunk out of you that you wouldn't get back--but that wasn't going to stop Yuga, and he slowly started to drag his hips back and moan at the feeling of your walls sucking him back in. His nails left crescent-shaped marks on your sides, if not long, shallow scratches that came about as he pulled you back to meet his steady thrusts. 

However, the more you wiggled against him, and the more he had to shift his weight to keep you pressed against him, the more forceful he became--before you knew it, his hands came down atop yours and pinned them firmly to the ground. 

"Don't even think about squirming away from me…"

The teasing lilt of his voice had gone, and with as much as you could turn your head to see it, you caught a glimpse of the strands of hair falling in Yuga's eyes as he watched himself disappear inside you, a shaky grin on his lips at how your ass jiggled against him with every pump. But even that expression didn't last forever, and soon you ducked out of instinct as he grunted and let loose another few lasers to zip through the air and crash somewhere out of sight. And what else could you do in the face of such imminent danger, except allow the tears to spill from your eyes and drip down your chin until they puddled underneath you, like a salty-sweet little pool of despair. 

"Ah...such a good feeling, is it not? I know you're enjoying yourself too, amour...you can cry all you like, but I know you are." 

His thighs trembled against you and you knew another blast was coming, though perhaps not just one kind this time. Yuga was, after all, a very excitable person, and based on the heavy weight of his thrusts and the way his fingers started to twitch and squeeze your hands, that excitement had mounted to a sudden peak before it would soon enough come crashing back down. 

"Sweet thing...keep crying for me, amour." 

The way he crooned it into your ear felt less so like an order than it truly was, though he straightened up just as quickly before bringing a hand up to the back of your head, and weaving his fingers into your hair to tug you with him as he leaned back. You fell almost until you sat in his lap, his legs tucked underneath him to keep him upright--and with a gurgling moan that sounded as if he was choking on his own pleasure, Yuga released a volley of twinkling beams from his belly, the pale blue colour ten times as vibrant and somehow so shiny they caught the light of the moon overhead, and sparkled like a thousand more stars glittering through the air. And yet, he didn't spare you from a similar fate, his cock thrumming with the reverb until he let loose in spurts of creamy, thick ropes that left a hot, heavy feeling inside you. It was only a matter of time before you started leaking with his fluids, your body still in some kind of twisted in-between of pleasure and fear--but the clicking sounds of him sliding something on calmed your nerves a bit, and then Yuga was turning your head and kissing your tears away, the little droplets looking like baby pearls on his lips before he licked them off. And distantly, along with a bit of smoke that fizzled out quickly, the smell of burnt hair pervaded your senses and you resigned yourself to the small lock of it that became collateral damage. 

"That's a good pet...thank you for indulging me, my darling."

With half the usual flair that he put on, Yuga tiredly pulled you off of his lap and set you down atop the mess of your ruined clothes, before tugging off his signature cloak and wrapping it round you to fend off the chill in the air. The mess would be an easy fix with a bit of dirt kicked over it, and if any heroes happened to rush in to investigate, you both had your cover story practiced to ward off any suspicion of your true intentions. After all, this would be the third or fourth time you'd put on this kind of show, since Yuga did so love to flesh out his odd little kinks with you. 

And it wasn't such a bad deal, either--as long as he kept up his end of the bargain, and made sure to pepper you with kisses and draw you a bath the moment you got home. 

[kinnie-heaven]

Yuga, Mina, and Denki x Insecure! S/O🎀

✨Yuga: You were in his fancy golden room hanging out and there was a massive mirror diamond mirror there. You saw yourself in it and got a little sad. You thought you were ugly and fat. Yuga noticed and asked ”S/O? Is there something wrong•v•” You were kinda surprised since you didn't think he’d notice. You paused for a moment. ”Yuga... I’m so ugly! Why would you ever be friends with me?!” He seemed very shocked at the response. “S/O! How could you possibly say such nonsense about yourself?:O” You looked up at him and you were surprised he didn't downgrade you as well. ”S/O you are absolutely fabulous! Anyone who says otherwise is absolutely blind!”

🦄Mina: You went shopping with her at the mall! You went into the store and Mina gave you some things to try on. You were kinda nervous since you weren't confident in yourself at all. When you tried it on you felt like crying. Mina noticed you were taking long so she went in to see if you needed help. She could barely say anything when she saw you practically crying. ”S/O, S/O! What's wrong? Are you hurt?” You looked up at her then looked away. She kneeled down to you to try and help. After you calmed down a bit, ”Mina... I love these clothes but none of these are good for me... I’m too fat.” She gasped at this response. ”S/O! No you're not! Your body is perfect and amazing and beautiful!” Then she hugged you then got you clothes you’ll feel comfortable in.

⚡️Denki: You were gonna go to a party with your boyfriend, Denki. When you put your outfit on, you hated it so much. When you and he walked in, you felt very uncomfortable and thought everyone was a lot more attractive than you. He went into a conga line with his friends. You sat by yourself with your drink. You wanted to go home but you didn't want to look lame. Then he came back to you. ”Hey, hot stuff! C’mon!” He was gonna get you up to dance but you didn't budge. ”I wanna go home... Everyone here looks so much better than me. ”Babe, what do you mean? You're the hottest one here!” He sat next to you and showed you pics he had of you on his phone to convince you how pretty you are.

Hope everyone enjoyed!

-Mod Kirumi Tojo(Danganronpa)

[shinaus]

What about Aoyama as a roommate?

oh!!! i think aoyama wouldn't be half bad, for me personally though i'd need someone okay with being in their own space but i see him as someone very dependent on other people. however. he do know shit about every person in your apartment complex. even the lardlord. he got you rent cheap as hell from what he knows. he's also be great for if you ever needed a night to relax, he'd provide all the best things for you and make you the best food or give you what he's already been sent from home. also the apartment would always be clean and smelling good, homie be acting like you constantly got company over but in the best way.