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dekus-naughty-dikon · 2 years ago

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‘I killed for you’

Izuku Midoriya x Female Reader

Pt. 2 of ‘You’ll kill for me’

TW: mentions of murder, blood, sex, gore, pregnancy, sex, acts of murder, violence, vomiting, and anything else I forget.

Fluff because last one was kinda angst.

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News Reporter: It’s been two months since the murder of *********, still no one knows who’s behind it. The police are still investigating but no signs of any break. We will be back with-

*You turn the TV off smiling* Izuku is on patrol tonight so you have time to do what you want- no need to do.

Earlier this week, you found out a woman keeps following him around when he patrols the other side of the city, sending him flowers at his agency, love notes, and more disgusting things that make you cringe. It took you one day to find out who she is- and now you are on your way to pay her a ‘visit.’ No one flirts with your husband without you doing something about it.

When you are finished getting ready, you walk out and make your way to her house. She lives alone and yet bought a big house recently, with makes you think she was planning on marrying Izuku. It’s 2 am, and everyone is asleep or in their homes. If not patrolling and working, you have nothing to worry about as you go a route so no one can see you. As you keep walking down the street only a block from her house, you start to feel nauseous- maybe it was the leftovers you ate for lunch.

You couldn’t stop yourself when you felt vomit come up, throwing up beside a bush. “Yeah, it was the leftovers.” you think. After you recover, within a few seconds, you continue walking towards her house until you are right in front of her back door. The front door would be too easy to be seen.

Picking the lock, you enter, seeing some lights in the basement- “Perfect.~” You think as you make your way down the stair, not before locking the back door beforehand.

As you get downstairs in the basement, you see things that make you even angrier- disgusted with her. Pictures. Pictures of him everywhere and A map and time chart to tell where he will be and when.

“Fucking psycho,” you whisper. You go further, getting angrier the more pictures you see- luckily, she didn’t find out where he lived. You then see her- sitting at a desk on a laptop. You get closer quietly, seeing what she is doing- as you figured she was trying to find his address. You make a disgusted face- slowly making your way behind her.

“What you looking at?” you whisper in her ear, causing her the shiver and jump. She quickly turns around, seeing you smirking at her. You quickly hit her with the handle of the knife you were holding- hating guns.

As she falls to the floor, she looks up at you with a busted lip, “WHAT THE FUCK!? WHO ARE YOU?!” she screams. You winced at her annoying voice.

“Shut,” you say, then kick her in the face causing her to fall face-first to the floor, knocking her out, “up.” You smile as you drag her in the middle of all her pictures tying her to a chair.

After a few minutes, she wakes up with a bloody lip and nose, looking around to see all the ‘beautiful’ pictures of him she had taken. She looks around till she sees you- setting fire to a pile of them. She yells and starts to cry.

“YOU DUMB BITCH YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO TAKE THOSE FINALLY!!” she yells, tears running down her face making you cringe. Ugly.

“Oh no, I don’t, but I don’t care,” you say with a spine-chilling smile. “They are of my husband- surely you knew he was married, right?” you say so calmly it makes her tremble.

She looks at you wide-eyed, shock written all over her face. “Wh-what?! No, he’s mine! You can’t have him.” she yells angrily.

You laugh hysterically, “Oh, I can’t? Then why am I married to him?” showing your ring. “And why does he fuck me every night like it’s the last?” you say with a smirk. She becomes angry and tries to escape your restraints- with no luck.

“N-no!” she yells and cries. “Y-you don’t deserve him, you whore!” she screams and cries more. What did she call you? A whore? This makes you laugh more.

“Oh hun, only he can call me a whore… when he fucks me,” you smile. “I’m not the whore here; it’s you. You are a home-wrecking whore!” you yell, laughing.

“You tried and stole the love that belongs to me from him. Well, guess what… it won’t work,” you say happily, then coldly, your tone change making her shiver. “It doesn’t and won’t work because, well- those flowers you sent? Those letters? He throws them away- even burns some in his office if bored. Do you think he would want you? Being married and having me as his wife, you think he would want you? No.” you say wickedly. “No, sweetie, he has me- and you are just trying to pry your way into his life? Stalking him? Following him? How pathetic.” you say, laughing at the end.

“W-what… no… he doesn’t want you! Or else why would you be here?” she says loudly and angrily. She’s trying to get under your skin, and it won’t work. “You wouldn’t be here trying to get rid of me if he wanted you! I bet he fell in love with me and wants to leave you!” she yells. You laugh, making her shocked.

“Oh, no-no-no. I’m here to handle you. I could let you keep stalking him if I wanted, but I’m not- because no one stalks my husband. No one hurts him or even tries to land a hand on him without dying.” you say, smiling. “Now, enough talking- you are getting on my nerves, and I want to get home to my husband.~”

You walk closer to her, causing her eyes to go wide. “Y-you wouldn’t… you’ll be a murder!” she screams. You laugh. Yes, you would be, but do you care? No.

“And? What’s so wrong with killing someone for your love?” you say as you cut her upper arm deeply. She yelps in pain and flinches. You then start your process of torture.

After a few fingers and cuts to the legs and arms, she’s out. Making you groan as another one didn’t last long; these people are so weak yet mess with your husband? Pathetic. You finish the job by slitting her throat- making you smile as she bleeds. You check her pulse, knowing some people get lucky- annoying. Confirming her death, you burn the pictures and anything to do with him- simply before setting fire to the whole house- dumb bitch.

You walk back to your and his home covered in blood and ash. On your way home, you throw up a couple more times but think it could be the heat from the fire you set and the lunch that upset your stomach earlier. You dispose of your weapon and enter the house. Checking to see if he was home- he wasn’t. He is on patrol tonight, so he will be home later than normal.

Making your way to your and his share bathroom, you strip, not checking what time it is—getting into the shower and washing the blood and ash off. You were too busy washing and scrubbing the blood off to hear him enter the bathroom.

Izuku looks down as he enters the bathroom seeing your bloodied clothes. He smirks, knowing what you did but doesn’t know who, as he handles everyone, mostly those who dare bother you or him. He strips from his dirt and sweat-covered suit, sneaking into the shower behind you- seeing you scrubbing off blood and humming. No, kidding, you didn’t hear him; you were in your world.

Sneaking behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, making you tense until he speaks in your ear. “Hey, baby girl~,” he said softly in your ear. You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck, and hug him tightly with a deep passionate kiss. As he kisses back, he lifts you wrapping your legs around his waist, and putting your back to the wall.

“So you gonna tell me what you were doing tonight, or do I have to guess?” he says, smiling and grabbing the scrub brush washing you.

You blush as he scrubs you, never used to his affection. “I-I might have gone out to handle something,” you say as he washes the blood off your legs.

“Oh? What was that something, babygirl?” he smirks, finishing scrubbing you off.

“Mmm, remember that little stalker you had?” you say mischievously.

“Oh? Did you find out who they were? Maybe you should be my investigator instead of that bonehead.” he says, smiling mischievously.

“I found her earlier this week- just had to wait till you patrolled this part of the city. She seemed really like following you on the other part,” you say, smiling back at him.

“Oh~, is that so?” he says with a smirk, leaning closer to you slowly- giving you a deep loving kiss. The kiss becomes heated quickly but doesn’t escalate as he wants to hear more.

“Mhmm~ Someone had a little stalker planning to take them away from me- had pictures and everything. I did take care of her, tho, as she was getting on my nerves,” you say sweetly, putting shampoo in his hair as you are wrapped around his waist.

“Pictures, huh? Where are these pictures? I would hate anyone to see them and blame either of us for just handling a problem.” he says, smirking.

“Oh, I burnt them all, including the house she bought recently, hoping for you to move in with her,” you say, cringing at the thought of someone buying a house and trying to take Izuku from you. You jump down and push him towards the water scrubbing the shampoo in his hair.

“That sounds like a board line, yandere, no? And not the kind I like either. Good thing I have you, baby.~” he says, smiling, letting you finish washing his hair. He gets the soap and scrubs to wash until you take over.

As you wash him, you give him a quick kiss smiling, “And good thing I have you.” you say, scrubbing his chest. As you finish washing him off with the scrub, you let him rinse off. Getting out of the shower, dressing in soft f/c pjs, you lay down cuddling into his chest.

“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll handle your clothes tomorrow, okay?” he says, kissing your forehead and holding you tightly.

“o.. okay.~” you say, falling into a deep slumber. He falls asleep holding onto you not long after you.

When you wake up, you run to the bathroom hunching over the toilet. You thought of reasons you could be throwing up but have no idea what it could be; not being able to think about it anymore, you throw up again into the toilet bowl. Izuku hears you throwing up and rushes to the bathroom to hold up your hair.

“Baby, are you okay? Okay.. that’s a stupid question..” he says, holding your hair back and rubbing your back. “Do you want me to go get you some Sprite and medicine?” he asks gently.

You shake you head no, “Can I just have sprite and soup… I’ll be in there in a second.” you say into the toilet bowl causing it to echo.

“Of course, baby, but go lay back down, okay? I’ll get you soup and Sprite. Just rest for now, baby girl.” he says gently with worry. He kisses you on your crown, leaving the bathroom to get the soup and Sprite.

When he leaves, you get up and go into the drawers under the sink, grabbing a pregnancy test. You couldn’t think of anything else and hoped this was the problem instead of being ill. You quickly take the pregnancy test and sit it on the sink, flushing the toilet and washing your hands before you start waiting for the results. It’s supposed to be a quick test, so you hope it tells you before he returns.

Izuku comes back a couple of minutes after to see you are not in bed and gets worried. Are you still throwing up? He walks into the bathroom to see your back facing towards him and you looking down at something.

“Baby? Is everything okay?” he asks softly as he can. You stand there shaking your head; yes. He then hears sniffling, which causes him to go wide-eyed. He rushes to you, going in front of you, not wanting to turn you around rapidly or forcefully, scared it might make you sick. “Baby, what’s goi-“He stops when he sees what you are holding. A pregnancy test? He tries to see the results, but you have it too close and turned at an angle where he can’t see it.

“I-izu, I’m pregnant..” you whisper happily. Crying from happiness, looking up at him, hoping he feels the same way.

“W-what? Really?!” he says with a broad smile, tears threatening to run out of his eyes. He quickly tries to look at the test again, which you show him. He starts crying as you do and hugs you tightly, making sure not too tight. “W-wait, baby, last night… did you get hurt or anything?” he asked suddenly worried for you and the growing fetus inside you.

“No, but I was around fire and smoke. I think I’ll be okay tho. I’ll go to the doctor tomorrow to make sure, okay?” you say, looking at him with passion and happiness.

He smiles warmly and kisses you passionately, and is so gentle as you would break. “Okay, I’ll go with you, okay?” he says, smiling more widely. “Come on, baby, before your soup gets cold, I’m sure it will help with nausea,” he says, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your and his shared bed.

Laying you in bed, handing you your soup, and setting the Sprite next to you, he sits down on his side and wraps his arms around you, turning the TV on. Already knowing what you want to watch.

When you finish with your soup, you lay down and cuddle into his chest, giving him a soft passionate kiss, “I love you, Izu,” you say after the kiss smiling warmly at him

He smiles and holds you tighter, kissing your forehead, “I love you too, puppy.” he says warmly.

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