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maliciouslove · 2 years ago

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𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ pairing ɞ scumbag villain!izuku midoriya x morally corrupt hero!reader

ʚ word count ɞ 2.7k

ʚ summary ɞ izuku grew up with all power taken from him, so he became the type of person that enjoys making others feel powerless. nothing feeds his ego more than a cute girl crumbling under his touch and feeling powerless to stop him from sliding his hands all over her body in the packed train. until he meets you—a peculiar, equally fucked in the head girl that actually enjoyed the things he was doing to her. enjoyed the thrill of almost being caught. enjoyed having power taken from her. a debauched, morally corrupt hero in disguise.

ʚ tags ɞ frotteurism (fetish for groping people in crowded places), tw dubcon, tw noncon, tw sexual assault, tw sexual harassment, tw exhibitionism, tw power imbalance, pussy job, public sex, creampie, cw degradation, use of “whore” once

Just like any other child, Izuku Midoriya grew up wanting to be a hero, however, despite his aspirations, the boy never manifested a quirk. Still, he never gave up and never lost hope—that is, until he failed the UA entrance exam and was brutally made fun of by everyone else.

“Look at this loser, thinking he could pass the exam without an actual quirk, what a joke.”

“Jokes are funny, this guy is absolutely pathetic. Go home kid, become a policeman or fireman instead, leave the hero work for those with quirks.”

“Maybe if you take a swan dive off a roof, you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

Some heroes they were going to be.

And that was when his mind started getting corrupt. Izuku went down a different, darker path than the one he had envisioned as a child. He mixed with the wrong people and little by little he shed off his hero dream, discarding it alongside his morals, being perfectly content being a scumbag villain instead.

All power was stripped away from him once the world learned he was quirkless, so he sought ways to make others feel even more powerless than he did. Nothing stroked his ego more than making cute girls squirm and crumble under his touch in paralyzing fear, as his hands wandered over their bodies on a packed train. He enjoyed the way their eyes would shut tightly as if to avoid confronting the reality of their own powerlessness in the situation. The way their bodies stiffened the moment he leaned in closer to take a whiff of their perfume.

Why aren’t you saying anything, pretty girl? You have a quirk, don’t you? That already makes you more qualified than me to be a hero. So why are you letting me touch you? Why are you keeping your eyes shut? Why are you giving me so much power?

Every little squirm, every hitch of their breath, every shake of their hands, and the way they would hope somebody would notice—it made Izuku feel powerful.

Do you know why you’re weaker than even me, sweetheart? Because you’re waiting for someone else to save you, you’re waiting for a hero.

That’s how his days went by—hop on the train, find the weakest target, the insecure girls, the quiet ones, the ones whose eyes still sparkled with hope that a big strong hero will always be there to protect them. Once he found his victim, he moved in, ready to prove them wrong—show them how little heroes actually care. Towering over them, he would stare down their cleavage, letting his imagination run wild as his hands slide up the side of their hip. An accidental grind against their ass, a swift trace of his index finger down the inside of their thigh. His ministrations would make his targets shrink even further, the thrill of being found out feeding his power hunger further and making his cock painfully hard in the confinement of his slacks.

It became routine until he was able to pick out the perfect targets with a single glance, until he was able to predict what each girl would do and how everything would play out. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to find someone equally as debauched as him one day.

With your car being in the repair shop for the next week, you had started using public transport to get to work. That of course meant having to travel during peak hours, more often than not finding yourself pressed against strangers, sometimes absolute creeps, and yet some very dark and hidden part of you enjoyed that, the unwanted attention making you buzz with excitement.

And today was no different—you found yourself pushed in the very corner of the train car facing away from the other passengers. A large green-haired man stood right behind you, muscular arm holding onto the ceiling rail as his entire body loomed over your much smaller one.

The train was fully packed and everyone was minding their business— some sleeping, some listening to music, and others glued to their phones. Yet, the man behind you seemed to focus all his attention on you. You could feel his gaze travel down your nape, studying the curvature of your spine, eyes moving downwards to your ass and legs. It felt like prickles on your skin, like an invisible hand stripping you of all your clothes and the thought made you rub your thighs together.

The lack of space forced you both to stand very close to each other, the motions of the train pushing you into his chest every so often. You could tell he was using every opportunity to smell your hair, craning his neck downwards to also look down your shirt. You wonder if he could see what color your bra was, if he could see the lace poking out from under the collar of your shirt.

The train changed tracks again and you found yourself pressed against his chest once more. This time his large hand found purchase on your hip, thumb gently stroking the bit of skin that was showing above the hem of your skirt. In the reflection of the window, you see his green eyes staring into yours, full of lust and hunger. His aura threatening to consume you entirely and for a second, your body filling with fear, a heavy feeling settling in your chest.

You look away, quickly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest and you fear he can hear it, taste the blood that’s currently coursing through your veins.

The train shifts and you can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, his fingers on your hip tightening their grip. Your body feels paralyzed under his touch.

But not by fear.

Excitement.

You let your body be swayed by the motion of the train, making sure to circle your ass back onto his cock, licking your lips and buzzing with pleasure when your skirt hitches on his bulge, lifting and revealing part of your panties. You take a swift look around to see if anyone is looking your way, but as usual, everyone is consumed in their own thoughts, too absorbed by their own miserable existence to notice anything else.

You’re dragged out of your momentary haze by his breath on your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing there, sweetheart, has your mommy not taught you any better?”

His voice is deep, feigning concern for you while his eyes ooze vile lust and need for control. His presence devours you, it feels like sludge covering you from head to toe, sliding down your throat and filling your lungs with dread, making you unable to talk, unable to even look him in the eye.

His hands move down your hips, hiking your skirt up even further, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. Your clit is throbbing with anticipation so perfectly masked as fear. For Izuku, your heightened pulse meant paralyzing fear, but only you knew the truth about how this made your blood boil in excitement. How much you wanted him to slide his hands between your legs, to fucking take you right then and there, amidst the people that could see the pleasure blooming on your face any second now.

You faintly hear the unzipping of his slacks and feel the warmth of his cock on your bare skin—it’s thick and heavy against your ass cheek, smearing pre on your skin and panties. You’re feeling dizzy, body going limp in his strong arms as his hand sneaks around your waist and cups your pussy under the frills of your skirt.

For a brief moment, his movements pause as his mind processes what he’s feeling—you’re soaking wet, panties completely drenched, arousal practically dripping down your thighs. He was used to women’s bodies reluctantly reacting to him, but this was rather different. His eyes dart forward, inspecting your features more closely now—your heart was erratic, but not because of crippling fear. He leans in, noticing how blown your pupils are, consuming all the color in your eyes. Lips parted and chest heaving, he finally finds the piece of the puzzle that seemed to be missing, the explanation behind the odd feeling of being unable to predict what his prey will do next—your eyes had the same fragmented madness behind them.

You were just as sick as he was.

Without a second of hesitation, the hand that’s cupping your sex moves your panties to the side, thick and calloused fingers running through your wet folds, spreading your arousal and circling around your clit with tender motions.

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it—your skin is on fire and your insides are melting under this stranger's touch. You close your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself while the hand on your hip travels up your sides to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipples over the fabric. The green-haired man’s breath is almost as erratic as yours, his hard and leaking cock evidence of how turned on he was by your compliance, by the fact you were actually enjoying being used like this in public.

His cock now rubs between your thighs, his hot skin meeting your sticky one, and your insides beginning to knot just by the thought. You’re letting a complete stranger get off on you. You secretly hope that someone else on the train has noticed and is maybe even enjoying the show.

Your insides are aching for relief so you push yourself against his cock, the mushroom tip spreading and gliding between your folds, clit rubbing against the veins on his shaft.

Holding yourself with one hand by the ceiling rail and slightly lifting yourself onto your tiptoes, feeling the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. Biting your lip you sink back onto his cock, taking two inches past your entrance, grazing your soft walls. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you experience every sensation trifold, makes you want to shamelessly grind against him and moan in ecstasy, but you are in public, therefore you compose yourself and relish in the slow feeling of being filled up by this man.

Izuku’s hand grips your waist harder, fucking himself into your tight, greedy cunt, feeling himself being sucked in by your plush walls. You are practically dripping onto his cock, the natural lubrication allowing him to smoothly fully sheathe himself inside you, putting his other hand over your mouth to prevent to moan that was about to escape your lips.

He holds you there, flush against him, the tip of his cock pressing against the deepest, most delicious spot inside you, subtle hip movements rocking you back and forth, the slow motion allowing him to massage that sweet spot he currently finds himself pressed against.

His eyes briefly scan the train cart, confirming that every passenger is still oblivious to what’s going on, continuing to push you off his thick cock, only to slide back in, softly, as though not to make a sound.

He’s big in every sense. His large frame hiding you from any onlookers, big hands easily maneuvering you onto his fat cock, splitting you open and pushing through the resistance of your tight hole. Your body jolts as he stretches you out almost painfully, but every time he thrusts inside you, you see stars in your vision from how deep he was.

You feel snug and warm around Izuku’s cock and he could stay buried inside you forever. He’s never met anyone this fucked up who would let him use them for his own pleasure. In a fully packed train nonetheless. You were sick and twisted just like Izuku, making him relish in the feeling, sensing that you’re not going to cause a scene and opting to let go of your waist in favor of sliding his hand down the front of your pelvis and playing with your puffy clit.

The moment he started drawing soft circles around your sensitive nub he felt your knees give in and your insides clench. God, you were going to come undone for him.

He watches your eyebrows pinch together as you bite your lip, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts. You look so pretty, trying to keep your pleasure hidden, but shamelessly moving your hips to match his own.

For the first time during this train ride, you look into his eyes and maintain eye contact instead of shyly breaking it off. There is pure sin set ablaze in your eyes, a lustful need, a burning desire that he feels he needs to quench. Just your eyes alone could make Izuku cum on the spot, seductive and debauched, deprived and full of the same madness as his own.

Your eyes beg him, so he obeys.

With one final, rather harsh thrust Izuku buries himself to the hilt, emptying his load deep inside your gummy walls, spurting thick white ropes of cum while nuzzling his face in your neck—committing your scent to memory.

The train slows down as it approaches the next stop and the strange man gently pulls out. Your hands quickly fix your panties and skirt, hiding any evidence of his ministrations. His load slowly trickles down, soiling your panties, and yet the feeling brings you nothing but joy, as if you were currently on cloud nine.

The train comes to a halt, an alarm signaling the opening of the doors blares out.

The mass of people began leaving the train, the tall green-haired man seamlessly blending into the crowd and disappearing.

Avoiding eye contact and swiftly walking past clusters of people, Izuku was assured he was out of danger, turning around the corne—

“Where do you think you’re going, handsome?” You cut off his path and look into his eyes, a smile that didn’t reach your eyes plastered on your lips. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Aw, I don’t think anyone’s ever come for seconds before.” Izuku places his hands in his pockets, giving you a smug smile and shamelessly tracing every curve of your body with his eyes, imagining what you look like without all those pesky clothes on.

“Aw, you know, you’re kinda cute, Izuku Midoriya,” The green-haired man's smile faltered. From the inside pocket of your jacket you pull out a card that he immediately recognizes. A card he was destined to never ever obtain. “Too bad I’m gonna have to arrest you.”

Before his mind could assimilate, you had easily pushed him against the wall with his hands behind his back, placing handcuffs on his wrists.

“Y-You can’t arrest me, you whore, you literally let me fuck you, what kind of hero are you?” He spits out in shock, words laced with venom, growling in attempting to shake you off, even though panic rises in his throat like bile. “You’re no fucking hero, you’re just like me.”

“Mm, I probably am… but see, I have a quirk so I can get away with being a morally corrupt hero.” The words spoken in a sickly sweet voice rang in his ears, deafening, despite being whispered, meant only for his ears to hear.

Izuku opens his mouth to argue, to threaten to expose you, but you shush him with an index finger over his lips.

“Don’t bother, who do you think they are going to believe? A pro-hero with a quirk and a squeaky clean record, or a quirkless scumbag that we have hundreds of reports on for sexual harassment and assault?”

With no affection or remorse you yank him by the hair and lick the shell of his ear.

“I had fun, Izuku. Find me when you get out of jail.” You place a final feather light kiss to his cheek and lead him through the crowds to bring him into the nearest precinct.

No man would ever make you feel as alive and exhilarated as he did, the memory of what you did being something you often revisit when you get yourself off late into the night after patrol, thinking of his villainous green eyes, while your words would haunt Izuku and play on a loop each night as he plotted ways to find you once he had served his time.

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xxknockoutxx · 5 months ago

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⬤◉◉𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮 𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐘/𝐍◉◉⬤

• 𝐭𝐰!: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘/𝐍 :𝐃, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐕𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

• 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮 X !𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍

•𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

•𝐀/𝐍: 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐝𝐤

•𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐰𝐰𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

The day was like any other, waking up, showering, and getting to work developing lyrics and beats and melodies. Despite doing all this yourself you frequently had collabs that you needed to be prepared for.

It wouldn't have been an issue if you didn't have to worry about Ryan; your selfish, emotionally unavailable, useless boyfriend. I mean all he would do is drink, hangout with his friends, and yell at you. It's not like you were gaining anything from being with that waste of space.

Today you had an important meeting with another music artist that wanted to collaborate so you grabbed your laptop and other music gear and locked your room before leaving the house.

It was refreshing walking outside and letting the nice windy breeze hit your face. The sky is turning a bluish orange. And leaves of the big orange trees drifted down around your feet as you started your walk or tried to. (Ignoring all the text from your boyfriend) you felt the odd feeling of being watched. It's been like this for a while but then again this part of town is quiet but lively so maybe it was just some random people.

Taking walks refreshes your mind from time to time but this is one of those cases where you wish you didn't have to walk. Like this case, the sun was slowly setting and as you walked through the busy and not so safe parts of Tokyo, an unshakable feeling of fear came over you for no reason. Or so it seems.

Despite the way you feel you kept walking because you couldn't miss this collaboration it could make your monthly listeners skyrocket. You stop at a gas station for some food and ignore some of the druggies outside. After bringing some snacks and drinks at the counter. And having a very uncomfortable exchange with the cashier, when you go back outside the druggies are gone?

Uh? Okay? The fuck...

While walking you notice a man with curly green hair. He looks at you waves at you with a warm smile. You wave back and continue on your way. Not trying to start conversation and waste even more time.

When you finally make it to the studio nobody is there so you wait and wait and wait but it all stays the same. Maybe I got the time wrong but when you looked at your phone it was most definitely right but I guess not. After a few disappointing minutes you start back up walking home. This time, in pure darkness besides the city lights and cars that illuminated the streets.

The same feeling of being watched made your eyes wet. Just keep walking, nobody is looking at you, girl. Well you couldn't have been even more wrong. The same friendly person who waved to you earlier was just walking around killing people who made your life a tiny inconvenience. People who did nothing wrong.

As you continued walking he continued following you. Above, on top of the buildings he watched you, everywhere that you went each path you took... Oh it was just like having a romantic walk home. But you didn't know he was there. You guys were so in love with each other clearly. Right?

When you got home you didn't even care what time it was but apparently to your drunk boyfriend who was awoken by the sound of the front door. It was clearly too late for you to be out and already you knew that he was gonna do his usual accuse you of cheating, yell at you, curse you out and then pass out on the couch.

I mean if that prick is good for one thing I guess it would be being loud or some shit like that. You didn't even want to deal with him so you walked past him but Ryan was for some reason way more pissed than usual and grabbed your arm.

"Let me go!" You shouted while trying to tug your arm free. Little did you know your stalker was watching and taking in the situation.

"I know ya wer' out there bein a lil slut!" He kept grabbing you and pushing you again a wall. He was way too drunk to be this angry at you when you haven't even talked to him once today.

"Ryan, get the hell away from me!- you guys both freeze as the sound of shattering glass echoes throughout the house from the kitchen.

"what the f-...."

Ryan walks towards the kitchen still as angry as before but a little bit more wary this time. You follow behind him and stop, practically shaking when you see the same individual who waved at you, standing before you. with a knife and a uncanny grin.

Your adrenaline started kicking in as you panicked at the sight of the stranger standing before you. He saved you but only so he could finish you himself? It was all too much to think about but. Everything went quiet until you broke the silence.

"Y-you... I saw you... At the gas station"

The green haired man smiled at your revelation and nods. Ryan, however, still found a way to make you seem like the bad guy. As usual..

"this the dude ya was sluttin' out with?" He says drunkenly while stumbling over his words and staring at you angrily. He takes a step closer to you and raises his hand at you and then it all goes blank. Besides the cold feeling coating your body. When you open your eyes, confused by the lack of impact you notice the liquid covering your body and the body of your boyfriend or rather ex-boyfriend.

You stare at the body for a bit longer than normal, just processing everything. You weren't sad or bothered by his death it was just an inconvenience that he died in your house, and got his blood on your body. Your face was stuck in an expression of shock but you felt something way different than shock. Was it relief?

"you killed him..."

Before you could steady yourself and run away to call the police you lost all of the energy and will to move. Your vision doubled and you just remembered the cold feeling of your head hitting the floor.

You woke up to the warm, soft and velvety sheets of Izuku's bed. As you slowly regained consciousness and your vision you noticed that obviously, this wasn't your fucking house. You sat up and looked around the room until you saw izuku sitting down across the room from you, just looking.

You tried to talk but nothing came out, Izuku picked up on this and walked towards you. Panic. That was all you could do at that time. When he raises his hand you flinch and prepare for the impact but just like last time there was no impact or at least not anything intense. A calloused hand gently brushed your cheek. Confused, you slowly opened your eyes to see what was happening.

"Don't worry, doll. I'd never hurt you..."

What? What did he just say to you? Did he call you doll? It was all very strange but you noticed the odd amount of sincerity in his voice.

"W-why am I here? Where am I?..."

"You're here because this is your new home."

I was writing this for a couple of days bc I had no inspo but yeah I finished it!

The 18+ themes are warnings for the entire story not this part.

⏤͟͟͞͞✰𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱

#boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #izuku smut #izuku midoriya smut #villain deku #black reader #x yn #x reader #izuku midoria x reader #villain deku x reader

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shiviwrites07 · 4 months ago

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Falling

Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : It all takes a turn after the symbol of peace dissapears…

TW: Major Character Death, just pure angst.

Word Count: 1.8k words

Waking up to your beautiful face in the morning was Izuku’s favourite thing. He loved seeing your peaceful face, with a content smile on your face, snuggled into his chest as the sunlight peaked through the curtains and presented a majestic glow on your body. He slowly reached out his hand and tucked the small hairs behind your ears that had fallen out of place. As you slowly stirred awake and looked at him with the most beautiful smile and doe eyes filled with love, he felt the most content. He chuckled as he watched you snuggle closer to him and fall back asleep. He reluctantly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

As you stirred awake from your dream, you reached for the person on your side and frowned when you realised he wasn’t there. But the smell of toast and eggs tingled your senses and you smiled at the fact that Izuku was making your breakfast. As you head towards the kitchen, you sit down on the table and look at the view of the city from the glass wall of your penthouse as Izuku slides you your cup of coffee. You thank him with a kiss and sit down together to eat. You make small talk and Izuku informs you how sad he felt at the fact that he would have to leave you alone on your free day cause he has to work on a new case that has been a mystery the past few days. You reach for his cheek and he melts into your palm as you tell him, “Come back home safe okay Izu?”

As he leaves the house bidding you goodbye and that he would come home soon, you hug him and tell him to stay safe and have a good day. But your gut told you that something bad was going to happen. You where sitting on the couch finishing some paperwork from your last mission as the TV played in the background. “REPORTING LIVE FROM MUSTAFU! PRO HERO DEKU IN A GUT WRENCHING FIGHT WITH MYSTERY VILLAIN VENGEANCE! WHO WILL WIN?” You look up at the screen and gasp when you see what state Izuku was in. You rush towards your bedroom and get changed into your hero gear as you bolt out of your penthouse. You run as fast as you can towards the scene and land a damaging blow on the villain as you stand infront of Izuku. “Ah the wife is here to save his husband huh? Too bad you’ll fail!” Said the villain as he launched his attack. ‘He’s fast’ You think as you barely dodge his attack. You see Shouto and Dynamight reach for Deku, and feel relived when they take him to a safe place. You exchange a blow after blow until the villain lies on the floor and you raise you arm in victory as you hold your bleeding side. You were in the middle of getting patched up when you saw the commotion outside, the villain screamed “You think you’ve won H/N? But you lost! Hahahaha” As he ditches the police. You don’t understand what he’d said until your sidekick rushes into the ambulance and says that Deku is gone.

The next few days went by in a blur as you buried yourself in the task of finding your husband. After 20 days, there was still no sign of Izuku. You slowly started to give up hope as crime rates started increasing as villains started terrorising the civilians in the absence of the symbol of peace. As you sat on the couch looking through papers, the front door slammed open. Your eyes widened as a bloodied form of Deku stumbles in. You rush to hold him as he passes out in your arms.

After a few minutes of cleaning and patching him up, you examine his features, relieved at the fact that he wasn’t too harmed. You set him down on the bed and head to the kitchen to prepare his favourite Katsudon, a recipe you had learned from Inko as you call Katsuki and inform him about Izuku’s reappearance. Katsuki sounds relieved but it is immediately followed by a sense of suspicion which he doesn’t make much out of. (now he thinks he should have)

As you finish frying the meat and cooking the rice, you notice two arms that come and snake around your face. You turn to look back at him and tears well up in your eyes as you look at his beautiful bruised face smiling down at you. “Did you miss me my love?” He says as he hugs you while you turn around and burry your face in his chest, weeping at the thought that you had nearly lost him. He cradles your face and wipes away your tears with his thumbs and says, “It’s okay baby, you don’t have to worry anymore. I’m sorry I disappeared suddenly. I was under Anesthesia when the villain must have kidnapped me. When I woke up I was in a basement, I had no idea where I was but I knew I had to make it back to you. So I somehow managed to escape. I’m so glad I did.” He helps you set the table and you both sit and talk about how the situation has been while he was away as you both eat. As you lay in bed, cradling each other in your arms, you manage to fall asleep after a long time.

You wake up in darkness, surrounded by an abyss. You panic at your situation and fail to notice the light coming from the opposite direction. As the light gets brighter, you notice a figure, bloodied and bruised, tied on a chair as it thrashes around. As you walk towards it, the figure of Vengeance suddenly appears and says “Peek-a-boo!”

You wake up in cold sweat, as you look around yourself and notice you’re back at your apartment as Izuku sleeps peacefully beside you. You calm yourself down and head to the kitchen for a glass of water and think about how it was surprising that Izuku suddenly appeared after a long time. But you brushed the thought aside and headed back to bed.

As the days went by, the crime rate went down as Deku was back at work but you couldn’t help but notice the slight changes about him. He started coming back home later than usual and left before you woke up. Even though you both worked at the same agency, you barely saw him and when you did, he was always buried in paperwork, like he was searching for something. When you decided to confront him about it, he brushed off your concerns and said that he was working twice as hard to pick up where he had left.

Months passed by and you felt yourself drifting apart from him. Others noticed the changes in him too, but they never put much thought into it.

On 26th September, Vengeance made a reappearance in Mustafu. He had brought an army of villains from Tartarus and all of the heroes were confused as to how they managed to break free. He called out, “WHERE ARE YOU H/N? Come out, come out wherever you are~” They were manic, as they started destroying everything around them. Vengeance looked up with a smile when he saw Izuku and you standing on a rooftop and fighting other villains. “My dearest Y/N~” You turned around and received a nasty punch to your abdomen and blew back a few feet. You looked down at your wound, you must’ve broken a few ribs. You looked up to see Izuku fighting the other villains and rushed in to the fight head first.

A few hours later, you looked around you and saw all the destruction that had taken place. Many heroes and villains alike were gravely injured. You weren’t in a good condition either. As you and Vengeance stand face to face, he calls out, “Deku! It’s your turn now!” You’re caught of guard as black whip grabs you and throws you across the roof onto another building. You roll on the floor and when you look up from the ground you see Deku standing there with a look of such hatred, that it rattles you to your core. “You know I never loved you right? You were Almight’s goddaughter and I knew that if I had you, I would have him in the palm of my hands too. I wanted to get rid of you before, but then I realised that I needed to keep you for the future. I cheated on you with my sidekick too, but you were so naive and trusting, you never suspected that did you?” Each word was like a knife being stabbed into your heart and you didn’t even realise that he had backed you up to the edge of the roof. You noticed the helicopters flying above your head, recording all of it. “No! That can’t be true. My Izuku loves me, he respects uncle Toshi and he would do anything to protect anyone he loves!” You shout, trying to grapple the fact that this couldn’t be the guy you fell in love with.

“Well how kind of you! But you never even realised, I’m not him.” He whispers into your ear as he pushes you back. In a state of shock, you freeze and fall off the building.

As you’re falling down, you reminisce about all the moments you spent with everyone you loved and the second before your death, Izuku’s smile flashes before your eyes and you smile at the fact that you were right about Izuku, because that villain was not him.

As your body crashes onto the ground and blood pools around your body, the clone reveals his true from and is taken away by the police who identify him as Vengeance’s brother. They are both arrested and admit in the police custody that they were obsessed with you and since you couldn’t be theirs, you can’t be anyone’s.

Meanwhile, Locked in a dark room as he looks at your falling body on the TV and the events that follow, the real Izuku thrashes and weeps in the chair he’s tied in, hating the fact that he couldn’t protect you, the only one he truly loved and that you must’ve thought that he was the one who killed you and betrayed you. He looks towards the TV with lifeless eyes, regretting that he beer got the chance to make your wear that ring hidden the the lower right corner of your safe. As he sat limp in his chair, it finally realised hit him that you were falling, and he wasn’t there to catch you.

@dearestgojo

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animestsstuff2 · 6 months ago

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A dragons beauty

Barbarian Bakugou X reader

Content warning

Master list

Part 7

content warning: kissing, (tiniest smut) if you read between the lines,

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You brought your knees closer to your chest as you sat against the thick tree trunk, chin resting on your knees as your horse picked at the grass beside you. It was rare of you to venture out here so being found was unlikely and you didn’t want to be found right now. Your eyes glossy and cheeks wet as you sniffled and curled your fingers further into your shins, little half moons indented in your skin.

You tried to make sense of what just happened, the magic your father very obviously possesses, the argument over you and apparently the magic you possessed. You did possess magic, you flung Iida back without even touching him. The ground shook beneath you due to your emotions. You teeth chewed at the bottom lip sucked between them as your thoughts flushed endlessly in your mind.

Why is this happening to me?

It’s so selfish to think but for as long as you could remember you would dream of how life would be if your family was normal, the different variables which made them not so normal. You thought of life as peasants, would you all be closer? You thought of only having a mother and no father, how would you be if there was no longer an angry man in your home?. You were born a princess, not just any princess but thee princess to King Endeavor. The man who ruled where-ever the sun kissed the ground. The man who was feared by enemies and adored by friends. The man who just as much of a tyrant on the battle field as he was behind closed doors to his family.

You moved your hands out in front of you watching as they trembled. You brows furrowed as you thought of anything, thought of holding fire in your palm! Nothing..Striking the ground with lightening! No, nothing. A sigh leaving your lips as your horse nickered and shook its head of the forelock which blocked its eyes. You glanced around feeling a breeze pick up causing goosebumps on your exposed legs and arms. You should head back now calmed down a bit and realising how worried your siblings must be.

You stood up and dusted yourself off as you struggled to climb upon your horses back from the ground without a step. You gathered the reins turning him around and giving a nudge into his belly. Your shoes long gone from your initial ride out, though thats standard as you wore slip on pumps with no tie. His ears pointed forward as he began in a quick trot and with another nudge switched pace and was cantering down the path. You kept steady on his back as you tried to calm yourself not wanting to go back home and face the wrath of your father but probably your husband too.

Katsuki hadn’t done anything to you since knowing him but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. He was rough around the edges but overall was okay with you. Your mind else were as your thoughts of him continued. He was difficult to understand at times, always cuddling you at night but leaving you alone for hours during the day, only ever back to bring you to feed and then back to sleep again.

The only real interactions were at the pond and on his dragon but he was now your husband. You both had to grow accustom to this new arrangement. He probably didn’t want to marry you either. Your nose crinkled at the thought as you pulled lightly on the reins. The hoof beats slowing as they collided roughly on the now stone path. You were at the back entrance to the castle, coming to a halt you slipped off his back and guided him into his stable. His bridle hung up beside him as he moved to chomp on the large pile of hay in the corner.

You made your way back into the castle. The sun now setting and leaving a shadowed cast on the stone hallways that made them all the more eerie as the wall candles had yet to be lit. Your feet tapped on the cold stone and a shiver racked your spine as you heard voices ahead coming from the big hall. That was probably where they were gathered.

You let out a breath as you turned the corner and peaked your head round the door and found yourself correct. Shoto stood arguing with your father. Fuyumi and Natsuo were looking at a paper displayed on the table and Bakugou was pacing up and down. You stepped round the door and into the room going to clear your throat to gain their attention when Bakugous head snapped up and his eyes met yours.

He was in front of you in four long strides and you craned your neck to look up at him, heart hammering in your chest as you prepared yourself for the berating. His hands moved quickly and you flinched on reflex only to still as one splayed across your lower back and the other grabbed the back of your head. His fingers scrunching your hair as he pulled you into his chest and under his chin. His body tense as his grip held tightened. His nose pushed into your hair as his shoulders finally relaxed, slouching and his weight seemed to lean on you slightly.

Your hands slowly slipped between your bodies and around his neck. He eventually let go and pulled away from you but kept his arm secure around your waist as you turned to see your family stood before you. Your sister and brothers mouth agape as Shoto and your father shared a narrow eyed look. You turned to Bakugou who was already peering down at you.

“I would like to go” he nodded at your request, eyes glancing and giving your family a once over as he turned and pulled you with him. Your siblings calling after you made the blonde halt and groan where he stood.

“W-Wait! Kya you cant leave” Fuyumi rounded you as she stood in front followed my Natsuo and Shoto.

“I don’t want to stay Fuyumi” you mumbled as your fingers curled in on themselves, guilt building in your chest as your eyes met you sisters sad ones.

“Kya, you can’t go after what happened. We don’t know anything about your powers. It isn’t safe” Natuo butted in. You just shook your head.

“Bakugou can keep me safe Natsuo and I can figure it out with Midoryia the clan’s academic” you explained, desperately wanting to leave. You never thought you’d prefer the comfort of Bakugous clan to your own childhood home, to your own family..but after today you just wanted away from your father.

“Bu-

“Shut up. She’s decided. We go now” Bakugou cut Fuyumi off as he snapped at them. His fingers curled further around your waist as your eyes met the wet ones of your sister. You reached forward, clasping her hands between your own as you sniffled.

"I'm sorry but I don't want to stay Fuyumi, something..is telling me it's not safe for me if I do" You mumbled quietly to her and her fingers curled around yours as she gave a curt nod, trying to quell the sadness building up in her. You both let go and Bakugou moved, dragging you along with him and his fast pace.

You chewed at your lip as something heavy weighed in your mind. You didn't know why you told Fuyumi that. The castle is honestly probably safer than Bakugou's more open laid clan but something was pushing around in the back of your mind. A feeling that slinked its way down your spine and settled heavily in your stomach that told you indirectly that staying here would not be safe for you.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts you hadn't even realised you were outside the gates now. The horses you both travelled on being held by a servant as his arm left your waist and was replaced by two hands curling at your hips and lifting you up onto yours. It wasn't as awkward riding in the tribal wear you finally received. it was a bit more scandalous than you were used to, something all your siblings commented on when you first arrived. The short skirt allowing your legs to comfortably wrap around the saddle.

Bakugou was already mounted as he turned his horses head. His gruff voice going in one ear and straight out the other as he rolled his eyes at your blank stare. His hand reaching over and pulling the reins over your horses head and kicking his horse along as yours followed.

why wasn't the castle safe?..My father is a tyrant but there is something else...

A sigh pushed through your pursed lips, cheeks puffed out as your brows furrowed completely focused on your own thoughts. The attempt to piece together a puzzle whilst missing pieces wasn't working and you finally focused back on what was happening around you. Your hands reaching forward and pulling the reins back from Bakugou who let go. His eyes meeting yours.

"what ya' thinking about?" he asked. He was getting better at your tongue, his sentences forming better. His accent was still heavy but that was okay, it suited him.

"everything..I don't understand why my father kept such an important part of my life..of me. He left everyone in the dark" You mumbled. It was still bright out, the summer months allowed for late travelling.

"You scare him" Bakugou's comment made your head whip back round to him.

"I scare my father?. I do not appreciate being teased right now” you grumbled as you turned your head away looking at the greenery surrounding you as your horses plodded along.

“You do. He told me..” he trailed off and you glanced back over at the man beside you. His cheeks puffed slightly as he stared ahead.

“Your power. It’s more than his, more than Shoto” he finished and your brows lifted slightly. You had no idea how strong your brothers magic was considering you had just found out its existence.

Did Fuyumi know? Did father really keep me in the dark because I scared him?

The thought of potentially having the power to scare your father was a strange thought. You were always terrified of the huge brute you had the unfortunate luck of being related to. The man who could hit so hard but always manage to never leave a bruise, never leave evidence of his sins. A true monster who struck fear into you. A monster who supposedly was scared of you, perhaps just as much as you were of him.

“Bakugou, can I ask you a question?” The blonde just grunted in response.

“How do you use magic? How am I meant to use mine?” There was silence between you too. The only sounds were the trees bustling and the birds chirping.

“Just do. Never had it hid” he answered and your brows furrowed as your shoulders slumped, of course he wouldn’t care enough to provide a real answer.

Your thoughts jumbled and emotions wired. The visit to your family of course was a disaster and now you had magic you clearly couldn’t control. The anxiety wiggled its way into your chest as you thought of how you shoved Iida. Did you hurt him?..Would you accidentally hurt someone else?..

“Oi!-“ you jumped slightly as Bakugous loud voice pierced your ear. You blinked, rather dumbly as you turned your head to him.

“Stop with the face. I’ll teach you magic” he grumbled and you hadn’t even realised how tense your jaw was until you opened or how knitted your brows were until they lifted along with the edges of your mouth which melded into a large smile.

“Really!? Katsuki thank you!” You beamed and he only grumbled some more.

The rest of the ride home was quiet and uneventful not much was spoke about and Bakugou didn’t bother you again deciding to leave you to your thoughts. Thoughts that were running rampant in your head of everything that occurred in the last couple of hours and still you couldn’t rid nor figure out that feeling that settled itself in the back of your mind. A feeling so strange as it pushed to me heard yet you couldn’t hear or feel it.

You arrived back leaving your horses to be tended by some of Bakugou’s clan as you both headed to his tent. Bakugou turning his back to you as he changed, something he thought was ridiculous but couldn’t be bothered to argue about your prudish behaviour. He followed you into bed red eyes watching you as you lay on your side, your back to him as you faced the wall.

He slung a heavy arm around your waist making you squeak as you were pulled into his chest. The warm skin spreading across yours as your stomach tightened. You slept like this every night but it still made you feel both nervous and a little excited to be so close to a male. His face pushed itself to rest against the back of your shoulder, lips hovering across the skin as warm breaths woke goosebumps. Your cheeks red as he daringly planted a soft kiss on your shoulder.

Your breath caught in your throat as the heavy arm curled further around you as another soft kiss was placed on the exposed skin nearer to your neck now. Your thighs clenching together as your breathing grew more uneven. A last kiss was placed this time on the side of your neck. You shuffled around as he loosened his grip and came face to face with the blonde. His hair falling over his red eyes that weren't stuck in a fixed glare. His brows relaxing as your breaths mingled. Your stomach curling.

His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips and your eyes immediately flickered down as you swallowed thickly suddenly growing very warm under the light skin blanket. Bakugou's hand splayed across your back was burning into your skin through the thin night-gown you wore. Your own hands coming to rest on his bare chest tentatively, scared to make any moves. His eyes flicked down to your parted lips as he shuffled closer. Your cheeks burning red as your heart thrummed in your chest.

His head dipped lower and suddenly his lips were pressed to yours. Your eyes wide and mouth parted in a surprised gasp which Bakugou took advantage of as he slipped his tongue in, toying with yours. His hand now moving to rest on your side, sliding down to curl his fingers into your hip. A low groan leaving him as you finally collected yourself enough to respond.

Your eyes closing as your nails dug against his chest. The blonde grew more feverish as he pulled you harshly against him, slipping a leg between yours and folding his knee up further between your tight thighs. An almost breathy whine escaping you as his fingers moved behind your hip slightly, curling into the plush skin of your bum and pulling you flush against him as your own hands hesitantly made their way to his shoulders, one remaining as the other slipped to the back of his head.

Your head dizzy and thoughts clouded as all you could focus on was the dominating feeling of Bakugous tongue against yours. The harsh curl of his finger and the building tension in your stomach as your thighs clenched around his leg. His knee pressing against your very warm and dampening underwear. It was only when he pulled away to kiss at your chin and jaw did you finally regain the ability to voice your growing nerves.

"W-Wait..Bak-Bakugou" You stammered out as a quiet squeal followed as his sharp teeth nipped at the soft skin of your neck. His head coming back up as red desperate eyes met yours. His cheeks pink and lips wet.

"what?" His voice low and rough as his fingers kneaded the skin beneath them ensuring the attempts you made to squirm off his knee failed and further fed the fire in your stomach.

"I-.." You didn't know how to word your nerves, to go further or to stop? Should you stop? would he allow it?. Bakugou had so far been accommodating but you knew what a woman of your time is meant to do, at least in your kingdom. Fuyumi and other maidens telling you time and time again that as a wife your husbands needs come first but were you ready for Bakugou's?

The man before you pulled his leg back down and slipped his hand up to hold your cheek as you hadn't noticed your zoned out. Your eyes now focusing back on him as he moved and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before shuffling so your head was tucked under his chin.

"sleep" was all he said as your heart skipped at his thoughtfulness and ability to understand your hesitance. A small smile forming on your lips.

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simplesoup · 3 months ago

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Izuku x fem reader in which they are making out after a late night date and it gets a little heated hence they start slowly dry humping, desperate izuku??😫 save a girl ! LOLLL

Sure thing girly hope you enjoy this one!))

Crazy but he is mine

Villain Deku x vil Fem reader! Nsfw MDNI! Contains dry humping, pet names. Blood, weapons

You and deku had met in a bar a bar he was a member of you had no clue he was with the lov until Tomura Shigaraki walked up and started chatting with him admittedly you were scared

you were just a small villain committing tiny crimes like stealing… you never killed it didn’t give you satisfaction like drugs and stealing. You kept you head down low after that he didn’t seem to notice anyway walking away with Shigaraki

when you left the first thing you did was search the villain up and you found him immediately with his information the murders and other crimes. You felt a bit sick to your stomach but also turned on….

You’d probably never see him again so it didn’t really matter what you thought.

A few nights had passed since then and you were returning from a small crime scene you had committed just a bit of petty robbery when you stumbled into a extremely bloody and disturbing scene one only he could have committed you immediately covered your eyes with your hands backing away blood wasn’t something you could handle very well. Suddenly, you felt a tapping on your shoulder and reluctantly moved your hand away from your eyes to see him. You backed away “S-sorry I don’t do well with blood”

“Nice to see you again doll~”

“I was just leaving really I am sorry! I never saw this” you attempted to turn away and walk off when you were abruptly pushed up against the wall and pinned shivering at how cold it felt on your back you looked up into his eyes, confused and a bit scared

“Tomorrow night meet me at the bar I’ll take you somewhere less… bloody~ how’s that sound doll~?”

you not your head you weren’t gonna say no to a villain, especially one that had you pinned up against the damn wall! Well, you might have knotted your head and said yes you definitely were NOT going to be showing up!

The next night you stood in front of your mirror, looking at yourself in your dress eyeing yourself and cursing yourself under your breath… what was wrong with you! Were you seriously doing this?!

Maybe you were just desperate…or maybe you just genuinely thought he was kind of attractive?… either way you were going.

You walked out the door after making sure you had a knife just in case things got messy… you made your way to the bar when you got there you looked around, but didn’t see him anywhere letting out a relief you made your way to the bar sitting down and ordering yourself a drink to help calm your nerves

After a few moments, you felt familiar tap on your shoulder and turn to see him “Looking good doll~ come on”

you took his hand and let him lead you out. You had no clue where you were going. That is until you got there it was a cute picnic area up on top of a building with a beautiful view of the city out of anything you could’ve expected. This was definitely not anything like you were expecting!

You sat down and chatted with him for a while. He didn’t seem as crazy as the media had portrayed him to be. and soon enough you had inched yourself closer to him feeling more and more comfortable

he kissed you with passion leaving you lost for words and wanting more

“Do that again I… I really liked it..” you whispered and he did gently pulling you into his lap and making out with you… it got hot and heavy real quick maybe you weren’t the only one desperate…?

he let out a grunt and started humming up into you leaving you grinning and blushing “You gonna come without even putting it in~?” You teased and to your surprise you were laidback on the blanket, with him now ontop of you humping you trying to reach his release.

((leave me requests I can write longer and more in detail if you want any characters! And be specific F/M/GN reader!! Have a great dayyy!!))

#mha #mha x reader #mha smut #mha deku #villain deku #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader

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imagination-mess · 2 years ago

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Villain Deku X Fem!Reader

*Implied sexual activities*

The thought of Midoriya is realizing how hard he has fallen for you despite being the one who make the rule of no-strings-attached on having sex years ago, It doesn’t help that his son sees you as his mother, but aren't blood-related. It pulls his cold-blooded heartstrings at seeing the sight.

Tsukaka always follows you around like a duckling whenever he wasn't at the base since a toddler.

Even though, you were a terrifying person could be evil like them. You were fairly patient with his son who would ramble off about his interest. A habit that the boy has gotten from him knows could be irritating to others. Surprisingly, you listen and ask him questions about what he had said, showing you were listening to him.

Tsukasa loves you so much that he asked for his 8th birthday. A gift that wasn’t for him, but for you. A quirk that will prevent you from dying. He knows the reason why because there was an incident that could have killed you. You took a blow for Midoriya when he was beyond exhausted and claimed “Tsukasa still needs his father.” behind your actions. You are risking your life for him.

You love him as much as his son does. More often than not, if Tsukasa wasn't in trouble, he was with you regardless of what you are doing.

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roseytheangel · 21 days ago

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Second day another fic today!! Hope you all enjoyyy!

Hagakure was busy unboxing Christmas stuff with the other girls with excitement, a smile on all their faces as Mina cause eyes with something, a green plant with white bulbs.

Mistletoe. She found this mistletoe. Momo leaned in next to Mina to see what it was and chuckled, looking at Mina In acceptance and amusement.

“Mistletoe agsin Mina?” Momo sighed tiredly and Mina happily nodded, humming in excitement as she rushed to place it at the most inconvenient spot.

So far she caught sero and todoroki, denki and jiro, momo and jirou, todoroki and iida. And now, standing there… was bakugou, who was in complete confusion and half assed anger.

As bakugou was forced to stand there izuku came down the hallway, bakugou’s face dropped.

Deku- wait DEKU?! No no no this isn’t good.. if he gets here then me and him are gonna- not that I don’t want the kiss but- ughhh whyyy?!

“Deku wait-“ was all bakugou could get out before izuku walked through the hallway, pausing as he heard katsuki call him.

That was when it hit him, the mistletoe and the realisation. As he brushed the plant off he paused, looked at katsuki’s before looking back at the mistletoe and going bright red.

They both stared at each other in silence, bakugou silently thanking god that Mina wasn’t there or barely anybody. Apart from denki, kirishima and sero eith Mina eavesdropping and waiting.

Bakugou paused and stared at the greenette in front of him, trying to keep the glare on his face as izuku looked around before back at katsuki,

“nobody else is here.. we could…” izuku mumbled, fiddling with his fingers as he turned to look at him.

Bakugou scoffed, leaning and kissing his forehead before storming off, “oh come onn that’s it?!” Izuku yelled after him as he continued walking towards him as bakugou rolled his eyes and continued walking.

Izuku sighed and outstretched his palms, blackwhip flinging out like a proper whip to wrap around him and drag katsuki back, despite the profanity and yelling.

Izuku just hummed and brought him closer, looking into katsuki’s eyes for and go ahead look but after a few more minutes bakugou reluctantly nodded slowly. Izuku smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the lips gently before letting go of blackwhip and hugging katsuki as he pulled away.

Katsuki clung to him, “asshole..” he mumbled as he cuddled closer.

“Love you too Kacchan” izuku laughed as he massaged his back gently.

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Hope you all enjoyed!!

@fusciaguardian

@todoroklee

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love-fictional-ppl · 9 months ago

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My Hero Academia

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= exactly what it says

Class 1-A

[Izuku Midoriya||Deku]

[blurbs]

#Being married to pro-hero!Deku(16+)

[Katsuki Bakugou||Lord Explosion Murder||Ground Zero||Dynamight]

[Oneshots]

!#Birds of a feather

[Blurbs]

#Pro-hero!Bakugou who needs you as his house wife(16+) X

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!bakusquad ft. Denki, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

*first blowjob

[Shoto Todoroki]

[Eijiro Kirishima||Red Riot]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Denki, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Denki Kaminari||Chargebolt]

[oneshots]

*#Chandelier

[Blurbs]

#Bsf!Denki(16+)

#Pro-hero!Denki

#Scene!Denki

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Tenya Iida||Ingenium]

[Hanta Sero||Cellophane]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Mina(16+) X

[Hitoshi Shinso||Mindjack]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad Pt. 2 ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, & Mina(16+)

[Ochako Uraraka||Uravity]

[Momo yaoyorozu||Creati]

[Mina Ashido||Alien Queen||Pinky]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Sero(16+) X

[Tsuyu Asui||Froppy]

The Big Three

[Mirio Togata||Lemillion]

[Tamaki Amajiki||Suneater]

[Nejire Hado||Nejire Chan]

Pro Heroes

[Takami Keigo||Hawks]

[Shouta Aizawa||Eraserhead]

[Nemuri Kayama||Midnight]

Villains

[Tomura Shigaraki||Tenko Shimura||Tenko]

[Touya Todoroki||Dabi]

[Blurbs]

#Random Dabi blurb

[Jin Bubaigawara||Twice]

[Kai Chisaki||Overhaul]

[Himiko Toga]

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msfantasy-anime · 2 years ago

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Something Stupid

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: Deku is in love with a villainess and says something stupid

Warning: Aged up, Deku is an adult hero, Smut, Minors DNI, profanities, manipulative, BJ, face riding, domination, sub Deku, squirting, dumbification

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Cat and mouse is how you’d describe your relationship with Deku.

You would commit a crime.

He would chase you.

You would escape.

At first you hated him. That green freckled do-gooder always getting in the way of your next pay day. Ever since Deku stepped in, your burglary success has gone down quite dramatically.

You’re not quite sure when it happened, but one day you started to look forward to seeing that irritating crystal green eyes stare back at you with that intense ferocity he always did.

The way his muscles clenched around your form when he tried to pin you down.

The positions he’d put you in to stop squirming out of his grasp.

The commands he’d call would make you melt ever so slightly.

Your not quite sure when it happened. All you know is that one day you wanted to be trapped under those muscular arms, pinned into an impossible position as he make commands whilst pounding into your tight little hole.

There was something just oh so delicious about it all.

Corrupting the international hero everyone loved.

What would they think of their precious Deku sweating and whimpering under the devious villain as she milks him of all his essence?

These are the dirty thoughts that plague your mind regularly.

But atlas this is just a mere fantasy.

Deku would never sink to that level.

You will always remain at arms length… or so you thought.

It was just like every other night, you had stolen a precious relic and here is god-damn-Deku to save the god-damn-day.

This night you were really hoping not to see him.

You were holding The Koh-i-Noor, the maharaja had secretly commissioned you to steal the diamond from the English Sovereignty Exhibit which is hosted in Japan. This isn’t just some random pay-day, this is a middle finger directly to the English monarch and there was no way Deku is going to ruin this heist for you.

“I’ll give you one chance to return the diamond, do it now, or I won’t go easy on you.” Deku exclaims as electricity whips off his form. A playful gasp escapes your lips at his threat.

“Oh silly Deku, I’ll never want you to go easy on me. I’ll always want you to take me the hard way~” You coo as you dash across the roof onto the next.

“Must you flirt with every hero? I’m being serious, you’ve gone too far this time.” His teeth clench making his jawline taut in that way that makes you swoon inside.

“Now, now, don’t be jealous. My flirtatious are reserved for yours truely.” You turn around and flash him a cheeky smile and avoid his narrow kick into your frame. “Why would I flirt with anyone else? Your the only one I want to be pretzeled under your heavenly thighs.”

Making a mad dash for the staircase you make haste for the fire exit only to be pushed down onto the concrete below your feet. You splay flat across the floor as you take the impact of your fall, quickly kneeing into the ground ready to take off at a mad speed again, only for Deku to grab your head and push it back down.

You hold your arm out-stretched placing the diamond as far away from Dekus’ reach, back arching, hips high in the air. You feel Deku press his hand down onto your neck from behind to prevent your escape. His fingers stretched out the the relic you are holding onto in sheer desperation. You lock your legs around Deku and push your hips back into him to create some distance from the relic.

Deku groans as your ass slides across his crotch, his fingers quickly fleeting to wrap tightly around your hips and he unconsciously pulls your hips harshly back into his crotch once again.

A sudden blush shoots across your face.

Utter shock shrouds you as you finally feel and hear Dekus’ arousal.

More than that, he actually grabbed your hips and pressed it into his bludge for a second feel.

A sly grin spreads across your face as you lean over and look over your shoulder to see an very pink and embarrassed Deku pulling away from you.

“Oh god, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Panic fills him as he crumbles at his pathetic actions. “I can’t believe I just did that! Im so sorry!”

He falls back on his butt as you slowly rise onto your hands and knees, slowly crawling towards him like a hungry jaguar. “Oh Deku, you naughty boy!” Your laughter was teasing. Crawling between his legs, you begin to straddle him and continue your teasing taunts. “I can’t believe our precious hero just pressed his fat bulge into a villains ass, what would your fans think?” He began to whimper at your words as you began to slowly rut against his hips.

“I-I- d-didn’t mean too!”

You smile a the pitiful display beneath you. Deku looking incredibly pitiful as his hands wrap around your hips once again to add extra friction to your rutting. He begs for forgiveness whilst he is still whimpering and pressing his harden bulge against you. “My precious Deku, why are you lowering yourself to rubbing up against a villain? Are you not taking care of your needs properly?” He gives a shameful nod as he diverts his gave downwards. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’ll happily take care of you, just sit back and relax.”

Sliding off his lap you free his member from his suit, cupping his balls you rub them expertly in your hands, earning you an explicit moan. “Oh my, I didn’t realise how severe this case would be. You poor thing.” You wrap your hand around his raging boner and begin to slowly stroke him as you lock your eyes onto him. Placing his tip to your lips you give the smallest of licks. Deku rolls his head back and groans at the sensation. “I want you to look me in my eyes when I suck your cock for the first time.” He rolls his head back and looks at you.

Mouth widening, your mouth sinks on his veiny boner earning your Dekus s’ precious whimpers. Nose touching you pull your mouth back as Deku throws his head back once against, clutching the back of your neck, continuing to guide yourself along his shaft.

This was fun.

Your imagination could not have prepared you for the delicious sight before you. Your precious hero, clutching desperately at your hair, his face turning an impossible pink. His teeth gritting in desperation as you suck away at his weeping cock.

“Please- haft cum.” You nod and hum in agreement. Deku moans at the sight, his chest heaving heavy breathes. His muscles clench under the pleasure of it all as he releases his load down your throat. Swallowing eagerly you lick his tip collecting the final bead of cum adorning his shaft.

“You make me feel so hot, I’ve always dreamt of riding that gorgeous face of yours, do you mind?” Delirious from his unloading, he slides onto his back, waving for you to join.

Freeing your self from your confines you lower yourself slowly to Deku. He grabs your meaty thighs in haste and slams you into his mouth. Rolling your body down into his mouth you lull your head back at the sensation. His slimy tongue encircling your swollen clit, he sucks and nips at your box as you continue to ride his face. A warm sensation spreads across your thighs and crawls slowly up your abdomen.

“Deku your tongue feels so fucking good!” You praise, pressing your hips into his mouth. “Too fucking good!” You moan as a coil tightens in your tummy. Your so close to the edge. “Lemme ride your dick, I wanna ride your dick.” You whine as your squirm on top of his tongue. His fingers press bruises into your thighs, locking your pussy onto his face. “Mh-!” The coil in your stomach snaps releasing heat across your body.

Shuddering, Deku pulls his mouth away from your box and flips you onto your back. He grabs your ankles and drags your form to line himself up. He presses his tip to your slit and slides it along your sopping core. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks.

It was funny.

Too funny to hear the dirty words ‘fuck’ falling from his mouth and it was too funny that he’d had asked such a stupid question. A heavy laughter erupts from your lips at the absurdity of his words.

“Yes Deku. Incase you didn’t notice, I’m absolutely wet for you.” That’s all he needed to hear. Slamming his fat shaft down your tight slit. You choke on a moan as he bottoms your tight hole.

“S-s-so good.” He exclaims as he continues to pound into your weeping hole.

This scene was filthy.

You laying on your back as Japans number one hero holds you by your ankles, slamming his hard cock mercilessly into your sweet gummy cunt.

The cacophony of moans and groans that escape each other as you rut mindlessly into into one another, searching desperately for your highs. Using each other unapologetically.

Deku presses the back of your thighs into your torso as he begins to slam into you. The new angle pressing his thick dick into that sweet sponge spot. “Oh fuck Deku- your cock feels so fucking good, mh gonna fucking cum on you. Mh gonna cum.” You whimper as his tip rubs desperately against your special spot.

“Mh sorry- haft cum. Pulling out.” Your hands wrap around his arm, pressing painfully into his flesh.

“Don’t you fucking dare pull out.” You threaten, as your back arches, head throwing back at the coil retightening.

“Hafta cum- sorry!” Deku pulls out with a second to spare spraying his hot cum all over your stomach with a defeated groan.

Anger fills you as your orgasm rescinds back. You push Deku onto his back and straddle him. “Naughty boy! If you just came in me I would’ve had the best orgasm and could’ve just taken a pill!” A shameful blush cross his face and you begin to line up his member and slide down.

“Ah too sem-sensitive.” He squirms pitifully beneath you.

“Good!” You bite back viciously, as your hips slam down his lap at a delectable speed. His shaft rubbing against your sponge spot once again. Your orgasm is fast approaching. Looking down at Deku, he continues to mewl and squirm under your ferocious sex. “What is it?!”

“Too-too much!” He whines.

“Want me to stop?” He sniffles and shakes his head.

“Good. Then be a good little bottom and let me fuck you dumb.” A small cry escapes him at your words.

Poor precious pathetic little Deku. Whining how it’s too much, but moaning and rutting against your slick sex. It’s all too much. Seeing your precious little hero howling at the overstimulation. His eyes rolling back, the slight dribble that is escaping his mouth. Swear dripping down him.

It was so fucking unbelievably hot.

Your coil snaps harshly, a fire spreads ruthlessly across your abdomen making you come undone too fast. “Fuck!” You scream.

You coat Deku in your essence, your stickiness dripping down his thighs. The feeling of your fluttering walls clenching intoxicatingly. He looks up at your o face making him cream instantly on the spot.

Your hips slow to a halt as you come down from your high.

Both breathing heavily you roll off to his side and press a wet kiss to his lips, he leans into your mouth desperately.

“That- that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you.” You whisper pressing another kiss into his cheek. “Same here.”

You tiredly move to stand only for your legs to wobble as you stand. You fix your costume and pick up the diamond once again you give Deku a small wave.

“Your not leaving already are you?” You swear Deku looked almost upset, but his voice remained neutral.

“Hafta- I can’t let you arrest me for a rightful crime” You pause looking at Deku one last time. “Don’t look so upset my little lamb- you’ll see me again I promise.”

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“How could Japans number one hero let a low class villain escape with our precious diamond!” The museums director is sweating and yelling angrily. The hero’s representative sigh and message their temples.

“A heros protection does not guarantee any outcomes. We will investigate this matter and provide a incident report.” The directors fist slams into the table.

“Screw your incident report! I paid a lot of money for your failure of a service- oh Y/n! Thank goodness you are here!” Deku looks up at the familiar figure entering the room holding a tablet and one hand. “What does the security footage show?!”

His heart sinks in his chest.

“The feeds show Deku pursing the thief only for the cameras to malfunction soon after- IT confirms its impossible to retrieve further data.” The directors vein pops from his head, teeth clenching together an angry hiss escapes his lips.

“Get this useless hero out of here! I should’ve just hired Dynamight to begin with!”

“Director~ if I may. Deku saw and fought the villain himself. It would be best if Deku investigates the incident further rather than involving a second party in-“

“Non-sense. Dynamight has done excellent work for us in the past, the one time he wasn’t available for service this goes and happens.” The director grabbed the woman’s hands and began stroking it. “My dear Y/n I’m so sorry. I know how hard you worked on curating the English Sovereignty Exhibit only for some low life to come in and ruin all your hard work.”

“Fear not Director, I have full faith Deku will solve-“

“No! Deku, your fired! We are locking down the museum and contracting Dynamight first thing in the morning! Y/n my dear, please attend tomorrows contract meeting, I would like you to provide a report to Dynamight on the Koh-i-noor, please ensure you provide a full analysis on its significance and who may want it.”

The director takes his leave with his secretary in tow. You look towards a defeated Deku seeing his representative give him a small pay. “Head up, we can’t always win. Meet me in the car when your ready, we will drop you home.” She gives Deku a small smile and takes her jacket leaving you two in the room.

“I’m sorry for-“

“No need to be sorry my little lamb.” Deku whips his head up instantly, looking at your face his eyes drinking into your grinning face. You had placed a finger to your lips and point to the camera before moving your hand out in front of you. “I’m sorry things had to end this way. Thank you for your services, I trust we can continue working together another time.” She says teasingly.

Deku shakes her hand, feeling a small chip being pressed into his palm. She yanks his arms forward, leaning into his ear she whispers. “Hold onto our tape for me.”

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springsmile · 2 years ago

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over my shoulder || 01

18+ | h. shinso x f. reader

series masterlist

warnings: non-con, smut, pre-established trauma (r*pe), extreme anxiety/paranoia, victim blaming/shaming, abuse of prescriptions, self harm, suicidal ideation, disassociation, negativity around hospitalization, violent intrusive thoughts, kidnapping, murder, specific reader characterizations, manipulation, anorexia/bulimia allusions

** reader’s quirk is enhanced senses. upon activation, emotions and sensations are pretty much exacerbated. reader never learns how to channel or control it to its full potential, only to turn it on and off.

you would not walk out that door without a sense of pride toward your makeup application. you could decisively say the wings of your eyeliner were not up to par. if you paused now, the only thoughts your mind would be able to conjure would be ones of how one wing is pointing downward, the other seemingly kissing your brow, one bulky, and the other thin.

you’re late. so, so late. you know you won’t get in trouble, per se, but your pay would dip under what you’d estimated for the week, which was irritating in itself. you tell yourself it’s worth sparing yourself a smidge of the humiliation that accompanies leaving the walls of your apartment.

like every other day, it takes the realization that you have 10 minutes to get to your job that requires a 25 minute commute to narrow your eyes at the mirror on your desk, reflecting some unsightly black smudges framing your plain eyes. you had to admit that it was better than nothing, but nothing was just that— nothing. without the black you were disgusting, but with it… you guess that made you… palatable? nothing worth coveting, yet also not a sight which averted gazes. perfect for you.

beside you, your phone vibrates, and you feel the reverberations through the desk intensely. you jolt, silently cursing yourself and imagine a broken dam, water pouring from each crack and cranny. then, you imagine it all sealed up, halting the circulation… now, the lack thereof. that’s how you shut your quirk off; you’ve returned to your regular state of a hammering heart and sweaty palms.

your apartment complex is exactly what someone would envision upon estimating to them your pathetic salary. you worked at a bookstore, after all. it wasn’t exactly like you were some front-line worker, providing a necessary labor. you couldn’t complain. it was livable, nothing to sneeze at.

it’s cement—cold granite. the railings were once painted black and peeling, and your door had gaping orifices where its wooden fragments once laid. the apartment itself was dinky. you cleaned it consistently and decorated with a modest charm, but the odor of dampness was lingering in every corner. the complex was borderline ancient, built before the invention of the elevator, but it was at least a place you could pleasantly call home. ‘bad neighborhoods’ were hardly ever indicative of the tenants who lived inside the units.

you walk to work, having been fortunate enough to lease somewhere close enough to a place you liked working at. the other jobs were nothing short of disarray— inadequate managers hiring you on the spot during interviews out of desperation, and a disorienting lack of organization. needless to say, you were content at the bookstore.

currently, you’re conjuring scenarios that do nothing to soothe the thrumming of your heart, slamming against the cream cable sweater you’d thrown on in a haste to cover the largest of your insecurities—the vision of a car skidding off the street and plowing into your form, leaving fragments of your brain matter splattered into the pavement. next, you think of the thinnest, fresher piece of paper slicing your eye in two. now, you’re cringing. it’s replying in your mind over and over again. you swallow a wad of glue in your throat, eyes raking in your surroundings for a distraction.

a stray cat. it trills softly at you. you somehow manage a smile, and glance at your phone before deciding you could briefly pet the kitty.

its fur is a pure black, the kind that enveloped your eyes with a stark intensity when you shut the curtains, turned off the tv, and closed your bedroom door with the lights off. you’d always forget to turn on your fairy lights. it would making your eyes hum, an invisible pressure pushing downward, but it was pleasantly dissimilar this time.

its eyes are a gem-like amber, and they glisten in the waxing morning sun. you liked the shape of its pupils. almost a rhombus, softened at the edges, wide and dilated. you assumed it was happy, and that made you a little happy too.

you eventually pass a group of teenage girls, and you inadvertently shrink into yourself, chest seized with panic as they pass. you could’ve sworn they threw you a glance, eyes maliciously narrowed. your mouth goes dry when they crane their necks back and let out a shallow laugh.

you glance down at yourself once they’re out of your peripherals. your opaque tights were suddenly friction against your legs. itchy. you can’t even be upset at your fleeting elation.

with shaky fingers pinching the fabric, hoping for some surface-level relief, you realize you’ve reached the store. you pull on the dangling pieces of your backpack straps—the ones that tighten—and exhale as the padding presses to your armpits. tight and secure.

“morning, (y/n)!” you co-worker flashes you a radiant grin from behind the register, before you can will your lips to curve and feel that uncomfortable stretch in your cheeks, she’s back to bagging a customer’s purchases.

you sigh, locating one of the empty computers to punch your numbers in on.

“excuse me.” someone coughed at you. you raise your eyes ever so slightly, but zero in on the space beneath their eyes and though above the apples of your cheeks. they’re very tanned, and their skin is dry and rough.

“i need help finding a book, it’s called—“

“i’m sorry,” you interject timidly, interlocking your fingers with tight, white knuckles. it’s the only way you knew how to steady your composure. “i’m not clocked in yet, and i need to put my things away. i can grab someone to help you right now, though?”

he stares at you indignantly, with a pompous upward tilt of his chin. he’s looking down at you from his nose. your stomach does a 360 flip, and you’re bloating. absolutely sick.

“you work here, don’t you? you’re supposed to help a paying patron when they ask you for help.” he continues in disdain. you think of several quips, witty remarks that could maybe patch up your dignity that this man was so indelicately chipping away at. “i guess i can’t expect much from people like you. always so lazy. i see you all hanging around, talking. tch, whatever. thanks for nothing.”

he whips around and saunters away. you blink. the exchange hadn’t been fully registered and processed in your brain.

you know with utmost certainty that you’d soon be rendered to a hunched over, teary heap in the break room. and although the cancellation of your quirk hindered all emotions for an unspecified length of time, you could feel the onslaught of twinges racking your heart. and then, you find yourself trudging to break room in lethargy. you had nightmares again last night, having been jolted awake by your own tremors and cold beaded sweat dotting every conceivable part of your body. you’d had to shower. showering wasn’t fun for you.

you tried to relish in the knowledge that your lunch break was within the next two hours! whoopie! you wouldn’t let yourself eat, though. hoisting your achy feet onto those rigid metal chairs would be revitalizing enough.

when you find yourself on the sales floor again, you start for the customer service desk. as you had observed that there’s someone patiently waiting there, their fingers idly drumming on the worn wood. you half smile. maybe they wouldn’t give you an earful of all of their inconveniences that didn’t pertain to you. that’d be nice.

“hi! sorry to keep you waiting.” you flash your well practiced ‘how can i help you today, valued customer?’ smile.

it’s another man, and you instinctively lower your gaze to that spot on his face that quells the exacerbating effects of your quirk. if you’d been taking in the whole of his countenance, perhaps you would have noted the abrupt shift in his eyes, insisted that a manager was calling you on your earpiece. you’d seen that look a lot. and when you did catch sight of it, it reminded you of high school, and that alone was enough to make you bail out— potentially, clock out early.

“hi, i was just looking for books on renting trucks? i’m looking to make a business out if it.” he smiles crookedly.

you pause, lips pressed in a tight, thin line. renting trucks? how the fuck were you supposed to search for a book like that?

“i’ll try, but no promises.” you swallowed, fingers licking the key caps hastily. you wanted to close this exchange as quickly as you could. then you could busy yourself with a task that didn’t require your deteriorating social skills.

“it’s weird, i know.” he chuckled. it felt pernicious in nature to you, and you certainly didn’t appreciate his attempt to revive the conversation. your palms were growing balmier by the second.

“nah, not weird. i’m just not sure how to search for it on here.” you half-lied, furrowing your brows at the search results. there were a myriad of titles relating to trucks, but you couldn’t conceive why someone would write a how-to on renting them to people, let alone why this man would want to reference one, instead of an article online. needless to say, you were having trouble schooling your expression. if that face you spent hours on contorting to perfection in the mirror were to falter, everything would be shot straight to hell. you couldn’t handle a nasty disagreement breaking out at the unbridled twitch of your eye.

“ah, i get’cha. let me see.” and without leaving any room for dissent, or breathing, he’s leant over the counter. very much invading your personal space, and very much violating company policy.

your mouth quivers at the corners, attempting to form phantoms of phrases you should’ve had the spine to utter. the poignance of his cologne has long invaded your nose, a more mature scent, one reserved for a man of his age. perhaps three times that of yours. get away get away get away.

he straightens, offering you a complacent yellowed grin. “i don’t really get that program you use, but i’m guessing you don’t got what i’m looking for?”

“correct, sorry about that.” you tell him stiffly. you swear his breath was sticky, humid, and clinging to the skin of your neck. you suppress a shiver.

“no problem, darlin’. i was just lookin’ for a side hustle, ‘cause i work in law enforcement and i wanted to hop onto that business owner bandwagon.” he’s not rambling, he’s not making small talk—he wants your attention. he wants you to engage, and he wants you to be interested. this is all sickeningly apparent to you as you fumble to select your next words. you know you’d have to humor him only slightly; blatant indifference could be interpreted as aggression and get you a strike. you didn’t need any more of those.

“oh, that’s pretty cool. my dad works in law enforcement.” you reply softly, praying that your inauthentic interest would be apparent to him. though, men are either willingly or inherently stupid, you learned. the gentleman before you was no exception.

“aw, yeah? what city?”

fuck fuck fuck fuck!

you’re left scrambling, mouth gaping, dry and full of sand. you feel every artery in your body painfully pulsate and flush against your skin, pleading to be torn free and relieved, and remind you that you’re alive and you feel like you’re gonna die. you don’t even know if you have the capacity to deactivate your quirk right now—you felt like you deserved this; you practically instigated the conversation—stupid!

it doesn’t occur to you to lie—yet another vulgar display of your absentmindedness. you tell him the truth, and to add further insult to injury, you’re unable to distract yourself from his slippery gaze. they held little regard, and revealed each deplorable thought with the blink of his eye. it was dehumanizing. the way his cheeks were carved into this smile that failed to accentuate his duchenne markers. your next move is a grave error, one that, if your head was in its right place, you wouldn’t have contemplated. looking into his eyes—the skin is flat, his eyes are visible, unobstructed and—you know that much. he’s not really smiling.

“i’m sorry, i can’t stop looking at you. you’re so beautiful.”

twitching uselessly at your sides, your hands come to fist your sweater, now damp from the slickness encasing your hands. the wool catches your sweat and sucks it in. much like the breaths slipping in and out of your aching lungs. the balmy air clings to the walls, perhaps as terrified as you were, before being ripped from their sanctuary and nakedly thrust into the open.

“thank you.” you gushed? you attempted to. the keyboard before you was littered with varying puddles of sweat. you didn’t appreciate the dampened wool prickling your torso. it felt like tv static, the feeling when you’d hover your fingertips in front of, and this inconceivable force would kiss and lick your skin. you’re privy to each and every sensation that your being can house, the overload was almost too much, you’d had to search deeply within yourself and pull out what you could.

“here, take down my number.” he’s offering, that smile never leaves his lips nor meets his eyes, but you could center yourself again. it’s okay. he’s sweating exorbitantly, unabashedly clinging to his armpits. you would laugh in a normal circumstance.

stiffly, you reach for a sticky note and a pen. you’re pushing both toward him with your index finger, deliberately dodging the potential of contact—he’s grasping your hand tightly. you gasp and there’s bile searing your esophagus.

“it’s nice to meet you…” he references your name tag with a brisk glance as though his eyes hadn’t been raking in your entire figure for the duration of your exchange. “(y/n). your name is also beautiful.”

you’re only able to smile and nod.

“it’ll break my heart if you don’t text me, you know?” he chuckles lightly, but his tone is anything but. he anticipates your compliance, he thinks he’s subdued you into contacting him, or perhaps he’s genuinely convinced that he somehow charmed you into pursuing a relationship with him. he’s wrong.

as soon as his dubious eyes leave your vicinity, you take the sticky note into your hand, and with what remains of your strength, squeeze it. the edges are sharpened at the pressure, like thorny rose stems. they press into the joints of your fingers, but you don’t mind. by the time it’s released from your grasp, it’s like paper-mache.

lunch had trudged into your hour slot like an unyielding horse, unwittingly dragged along. your elation is muted, but palpable. it’s not like you were going to use it for its established purpose, anyway. you’d nap in the break room, preparing to flip-flop from position to position in those awful metal chairs, terrified that you’d reclined too deeply and slump onto the floor.

you can never sleep though. not really. it’s this hellish limbo. a plane where it could be argued that you were conscious, or that you were asleep. the sibling of sleep paralysis.

without a single breath between the back of your eyelids and the sudden shrill blaring, your nerves are electrified. and your body, with some newfound cognizance, snaps you upright. eyes blearily darting to and fro for danger, or the subject of your overstimulation, you find nothing but the alarm on your phone. the force of its vibrations have it circling with intense shutters. you hit stop.

your phone jerks to life again, screen flashing your generic wallpaper at you. there’s a notification lingering below the time display, a segment from some big shot newspaper. beneath the headline is some excruciatingly pretentious action shot of a hero; one with indigo tresses that were suspended in the hair, and bandages like tentacles unfurling from around his neck. the headline reads:

Villainous Quirk Saves the Day! 20 Lives Saved With a Single Word.

you can’t say your interest was piqued.

another day, another victim.

you hate leaving from the back exit. while it was designated for employees, some exclusive perk you should be immeasurably grateful for, it wasn’t afforded the same glare from the floodlights the adjacent parking lot was. comparatively, it was doused with light.

you’re one of the last to leave, the manager on duty singled you out and made you count the money in the registers. you’re horrible at keeping track at the tens and twenties, and not to mention your unwavering uneasiness. you hadn’t recovered from that unseemly encounter.

you’ve snugly positioned the various keys slid onto the ring between your fingers. they’re like claws—extracted kitty claws—and you’re prepared to drive it into some sicko’s chest at a moment’s notice.

ensuring the receiving room door had softly clicked shut behind you, you started off into the direction your quaint apartment complex resided. it takes less than a second for the hair on your arms and neck to flare up, and it’s even sooner your skin is forcibly aware of the sinister warmth of a hand—irrefutably larger than your own—locked onto your shoulder.

your instinct is to look over your shoulder. you suppress it, and instead tighten the grip on your the makeshift weapon, jutting out with an unparalleled menace.

you whirl around and swing, right for his sternum. you make contact, but its not hard enough. you’re not sure if it was the velocity that fell short, or if it was the puny strength that accompanied the strike that sealed your blunder. either way, he’s far from incapacitated. in fact, he’s enraged. you can feel the corona of his fury, it’s radiant and extending.

“i know that you had a long day, babe, but you couldn’t sneak a text in at all?”

his own clip is hard enough. it’s aimed straight at your gut, and it makes contact with more than the surface of your stomach. you think your intestines may have just been introduced to your kidneys. you splutter around that familiar acid.

you’re unable to cradle your belly as you’re plunged into another agonizing sensation. the uneven bricks—some ugly, stupid stylistic design—are cutting into the skin on your back.

“we can make this easy, or hard. i’m good either way, so the choice is yours, sweetheart.” this smile, wicked and conscienceless, begins in his eyes instead. they were more terrifying than the split of his lips. his hands, callous and aged, descend down your sides, pushing your panties and waistband of your jeans aside so he can clutch your bare hips. this terror, this terror you know all to well, the one that seized you when you awake from the most heinous dream, the same one almost every night when you’re transported back to high school, back to the shaming and the touching and the crying and—

this.

“please don’t do this.” you mutter, now your tongue is immobile. limp and numb in your mouth. some thick, wet deadweight that pulls you down to the soles of your feet. you wish your punch had been that heavy.

“man, i thought you’d be wrigglin’ by now. looks like you want it just as bad. i didn’t take you for a needy slut, (y/n).”

you flinch, flitting images and snippets of sound rush before you and climb into your muscles; ensuring your helplessness. you were very well-acquainted with that term.

you think it might hurt less, this time, if you pretend you’re not there. shallow-gazed, the darkness of the night blanketing the sky and presenting a comfortingly warm veil over your eyes. chin craning up, pointing to the north star.

he makes quick work of your jeans, they’re crunching around your ankles, as denim and fluid motion do not coincide. you fucking hate it. it’s almost as scratchy as the voices screaming at you from within the steel walls of your head, flailing and slamming on all sides, begging you to cry for help, begging you to turn your quirk back on, so maybe you’ll feel something, some terror, and leap into action. it’s growing weaker by the second, and you’re clamping your thighs shut as he growls a curse at you.

“what do we have here?” a voice from the dark muses. you might even say it held a semblance of amusement. ah, yet another sick fuck to partake in your humiliation.

“fuck off man, we’re just having some fun. we ain’t hurting anybody, isn’t that right, baby?”

the silence spoke for itself, you guess.

the anonymous gentleman, evading your line of sight, effortlessly conquers your assailant. you expect some cringey catchphrase, a declaration of victory or defeat, maybe some name calling, but you can’t hear anything but the boiling hot blood circling your ears.

you don’t need to see him to know from the shuddering groans and shallow gasps of air and pleading and promises of atonement (never directed at you) that tear from his mouth, that your savior was well-versed in combat. you don’t even try to conceal your chuckle, one that ascends your throat wryly and produces some stinging pain. a hero.

“walk down to the police station, and confess.” these words were unlike the ones he posed in his prior inquiry. the contrast, though, couldn’t be placed. the man who nearly became the brand new subject of your nightmares, heeds. face blank, eyes stoney and vacant. there’s no resistance, no more pleading or crying. it reminded you of the instantaneous numbness that sweetly enveloped you when you patched up that dam in your mind. then he’s languidly walking in opposite direction. it’s unsurprising that he knows the route.

now, you’re the object of the hero’s attention. and to your dismay, you quickly discern that he’s the hero with the villainous quirk. the very same that backhandedly glorified him in the article.

“that’s rude.” you mumble.

his staring persists, a muted violet with hollow pupils. you’d always heard that the eyes were the gateway to the soul, but upon your unwitting contact, you were compelled to judge that he was soulless.

the observation was brief enough to settle that the movement couldn’t have been misconstrued for eye contact.

“w-what?” you blurt, eyes cast at the asphalt in shame. you often took solace in the fleetingness of passerby gazes—even that of people your age. regrettably, you could feel the judgement, the assessment, and the heat of his prodding eyes.

“nothing. i was just thinking about how you never screamed once. i never heard you ask for help.” he reveals with an unabashed curiosity seeping into his tone. yet, the sentiment was lost on his eyes.

yeah, well, years of guilt and torment will do that to ya.

“i… didn’t think anyone would come to help.” you admitted quietly, your hand is wrapped around your forearm so tightly, you were beginning to lose feeling. at some point, your quirk had activated inadvertently. the static-y tingles envelope the skin.

“really. how come?”

the shift in his tone was… nothing of note. so slight, so easy to miss, but perceivable, nonetheless, if you willed yourself to observe it. the effort was not something that came naturally to you. most people were none the wiser, and you were no exception. as far as your ears had gathered, he was speaking plainly.

“i don’t expect anyone to act selflessly. not even heroes. no one’s ever helped me when things like… this happen.” things you’d never bothered sharing with anyone were unfiltered as they left your tongue, and you’re flummoxed. where went your restraint and trepidation?

your eyes are still cemented to the floor. and the hero, though intrigued, was growing tired of your hesitance.

“you could look me in the eyes when you thank me, at least.”

your breath escapes you at his unexpected audacious tone. but you know you’re in no position to chastise someone, as unsolicited as it was, who did in fact come to your rescue.

the air staggers in your trachea, slinking upside and downside the membrane as your eyes reorient themselves. they’d been fixed on the asphalt. your mary janes. and the intentional design of the boots strapped to his feet. the light above your ankles was disconcerting—having attrited the cordiality you found in what wasn’t another person.

unwittingly, bound to fulfill what was the edict of gratitude and respect in society, you lift your head, your sight following closely behind.

upon contact, your own vision sways, and you don’t know if the fault lay in the fatigue militating your uprightness, or the interference of cohesion in your head.

all at once, his voice becomes softer, and his face contorts from that laidback, complacent grin and relaxes entirely. almost tranquil. you’re not sure about his eyes though. for all your lack of skill in all areas concerning social reciprocity, you were excellent at avoidance. you could spent a very comfortably and fulfilled lifetime without staring anyone in the eye.

you weren’t sure if you could hold it together if you saw pity swirling around those murky irises.

“that was a joke. a bad one.” he says, it’s an apology without the proper structure. you’d take it. you didn’t know him, and you were set on having it remain that way. you’re hoping you become another faceless civilian in the cloud of enthusiastic praises, extensions of gratitude, love admissions, and just unremarkable people. you hope you’re another random headstone in a cemetery that people pass and never consider the bones beneath the soil, what they were composed of. you want to stop this charade of the assessment of your well-being, one supposedly conducted out of compassion, and go home and scrub your skin raw.

“you can skip the pleasantries. i don’t need any services. i’m going home. thanks for your help.” you say quickly, and when you leant over to scoop the contents of your purse into your hands, you found that the hero had beaten you to the punch.

“i’m shinso hitoshi.” he says as amicably as he can muster. the artificiality isn’t difficult to see through. he offers you your purse, palm outstretched where the strap laid loosely. you watch the mole under his eye as you regard him.

the data is before your eyes, yet you couldn’t construe it one way or another.

the metal toes of his boots point at you, and his eyes flit across the features of your face, mapping the expanse— it’s absolutely unnerving.

you couldn’t read his body language, gauge his facial expression, or even bear to allow the intermingling of your gazes.

“it’s nice to meet you, i’m (y/n).” you weren’t going to disclose any obvious identifiers, leaving you susceptible to a breach of privacy. your last name wasn’t necessary in this introduction— one you prayed would soon reach its conclusion.

he breathes a chuckle; your disinterest is painstakingly apparent, comically so.

“well… (y/n), i really insist; let me take you home. walk you. what just happened was… a lot. i’d bet you’d feel safer if—“

“you’d lose.” you snipped quickly. “i’ll go now. thank you again, sir.”

you now your head, intentionally at a higher decline, avoiding that pain in your lower neck that’s reserved for only the utmost respect. you spin on your heel, and you’re blinking back the fiery pain in your eyes.

you swore to whatever god that refused to heed any of your pleas that your back was scorched from a pair of eyes. but when you looked over your shoulder, the only sight that greeted you was that of flickering floodlights.

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