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Exhilaration
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⊙ AN: I came out of my cave to write after I got inspired by Jujutsu Kaisen
⊙ Warning: Spoilers for Season 2. Explicit sexual content with degradation. A bit of an age gap of about 2 or 3 years. Senpai Gojo Satoru x Kohai Fem Reader
⊙ Summary: He attained more power than anyone could have ever imagined - to use to better society. So why is his first thought to use it to have you? AKA the fic where Gojo has a near-death experience, develops a superiority complex, and fucks you.
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Exhilarated. 
That was the word to describe the state he was in.
His breath, shaky, due to the sheer excitement coursing through his veins.
His eyes no doubt if he could see himself- the usual brilliance enhanced ten folds over as if his red and blue techniques actualized themselves within the depths of his irises. 
He had ascended, no longer a mortal. No longer just a sorcerer. As though the heir of the Gojo clan could just be meer chattel. He would be a pretense for a God-like perfect being. If only God himself could reach the pinnacle of his power now. 
Death was the inevitable end but for Gojo it instead became the catalyst of power. Power no being could have realized nor will ever realize. 
Speaking of death, he had been just a hair length away from the experience as the former Zenin proceeded to slice and dice him into pieces as if he was just another nameless target. 
He would have slaughtered them all. Every single one of those…. Monsters
If it wasn’t for Suguru. He would have. Until their brain matters were indistinguishable from the asphalt rubble. 
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Gojo tilted her head up, his thumb pressed firmly in her mouth.
She gasped, “Ah, senpai.”
Cute, cute Y/N. Why couldn’t he also have her? Out of respect for his best friend, he was contrite to leave the first year alone. Suguru was exasperated with him for trying to mess with another colleague after the last one had gone spectacularly well. 
By well he means dead.
He remembered their first meeting well. On seeing him for the first time as if unable to help herself Y/N blurted, “Oh wow, you’re so handsome.” And then proceeded in utter embarrassment to melt into the ground. 
He had laughed it off thinking it as no more than a slip of the tongue from a newbie. 
But he had made a mistake. By dismissing Y/N he made her uninteresting and therefore assumed her weak. 
She would be considered weak simply going by her cursed energy yet the difference between Y/N and weaklings was the self-awareness she had.
She was cognizant of how much energy she had and how much she can afford to use. It made her fascinating to watch. 
There was no wasted effort nor cursed energy expended. She saw the problem and figured out how to handle it while keeping her person intact. 
Which was why she kept surviving and kept returning mission after mission.
Gojo figured she would succumb sooner or later to a curse. As was the harsh reality of their world. 
So, imagine to his surprise when his adorable kohai was still around months later to bask in his handsome face. 
He could have had her months ago if he wanted to. At least that’s what he thought. She was aching for it- her eyes persistently seeking him out whenever they happened on each other.  
The blessed awareness he had so praised a few moments earlier was also the reason she kept herself safe from him.
It was like she had a rule of ‘you can look but don’t touch.’ 
His colleagues and friends alike shared the same wariness. But they assumed with him being an ally they were safe. She however was conscious of the fact that no one was truly safe with him. 
When Gojo bemoaned shared Y/N’s reluctance with Suguru- his friend in return praised Y/N’s intelligence unlike the ones he lured to his bed.
The same friend whose eyes reflected malice and disgust when faced with the ugliness of the masses. 
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He showed up at her door room, unexpectedly hours after the failed mission—his uniform still torn and ragged, caked in his own blood. 
“Senpai,” she gasped, reaching out tentatively to grasp his shoulder as if to make sure this was reality and not something from her nightmares. “Are you ok? Should I call Ieiri-senpai?”
He grabbed her hand with his own. Taking a moment to caress her hand and appreciate its softness before kissing it.
Y/N swallowed and squirmed, uncomfortable at the show of affection.
“I’m fine. In fact, I’ve never felt so better in my life.”
Tugging her hand, Gojo pulled her into his embrace. 
“Except for the moments when you’re with me.”
That line would have gotten a blush from anyone else but Y/N only stared at him contemplatively. 
He ignored her unspoken inquisition to lightly press his thumb against her bottom lip. Whatever momentary conflict that was brewing within her was pushed aside as he felt her teeth nip at his thumb before licking it in consolation. 
Taking the action as permission, he pressed his thumb into her mouth. 
She whimpered, cowed by his dominance. 
Gojo glanced down and noticed her aroused nipples poking through her soft cotton t-shirt which she had worn to bed no doubt. 
He tweaked it with his other hand, invoking a groan- and reached down to grab the hem of her shirt to pull it over.
Perhaps he was mentally unprepared to see her full tits look so invitingly captivating. Gojo couldn’t help himself when he maneuvered her cunt to grind on his thigh while at the same time reaching down to suck.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as Y/N without any further prompting started to writhe and grind on his thighs.
Arousal seemed to permeate through their skin. Egging each other on concurrently. 
Gojo smiled widely almost a bit deranged-like at the sight of Y/N helping him pull her shirt off completely.
He pushed her to the ground and slid the boy shorts she had on until it pooled around her knees loosely. 
He admired the curvature of her spine, giving quick kisses along the way until he was met with the sight of her cunt being exposed from her kneeling.
She wasn’t quite wet yet. He wasn’t disappointed though he could change that quite easily.
Gojo took his time, preparing her one finger at a time. While keeping her mouth occupied with his own, his hands in her hair allowed him to control the pace of their kiss.
Only when he could hear the wet sounds as his fingers entered back and forth did he give her a reprieve.
Relieving himself of his pants, Gojo placed himself over her. He lined his member at her entrance and then pushed slowly.
He let out a low groan and closed his eyes. She was squeezing him tightly almost like she wanted to push him back out. A shiver of pleasure goes down his spine.
“Ah!,” she cried out. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Gojo picked up his pace and basically started shoving himself inside her. A resounding sound of flesh slapping against another became evident along with the muffled screams of Y/N as she in vain tried to suppress as she bit down on her finger. 
“You’re so filthy, Y/N. Aren’t you a virgin? Letting yourself be taken in this way for your first time,” he leaned over and rasped into her ear.
He hadn’t imagined fucking her doggy style right at the entrance of her dorm room.
Just like Fushigoro Toji hadn’t imagined being killed by the brat he thought he had already finished off. But life makes exceptions for Gojo Satoru. 
At that moment he bites down on her shoulder as he feels pleasure takeover his mind. He did have the foresight to pull out and spill down the juncture of her thighs. 
There was sick satisfaction from watching his essence coat her cunt and thighs.
Y/N slumped from exhaustion and turned on her back to watch him.
Her cheeks flushed and hair mussed, Y/N had never looked so beautiful to him.
Feeling the sting of want bubble up in his stomach again, Gojo bit the inside of her thigh and settle himself nicely in between her legs.
He would remake the very foundations of their world. Recreate and shape the world as he saw fit. As was his right. And in his world- the rules, the tradition, and the elders would be no more than a relic of the past. In this same world, he would take what he wanted without any hesitation and right the wrongs no one ever could. 
In this world, he would never hesitate to have and keep Y/N. Fearing one day she too would be gone from a curse. 
And now he had the means to make it a reality.
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 Troubled Men are my Forte
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Ⓜ AN: Mikey with black hair reigns supreme. Sorry not sorry.
 Ⓜ Warning: Explicit smut, power dynamics, masturbation, mentions of smoking, sex work, and consensual voyeurism. Mikey x Fem Reader. Read at your own risk.
 Ⓜ Summary: You would do anything for your dream even if it meant becoming a gang leader's plaything for a night.
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“Strip.” 
The word was said casually, his shoulders slumped. He wasn’t even looking at her rather at the lighter in his hands. 
But the demand was heard all the same.
Y/N shakingly exhaled, her hands trembling and nervous as she bent down to unzip her winter boots.
She hesitated and put them against the bed neatly.
Her dress was the next to go. The front buttons were easy to undo and she pulled it over her shoulders. She held her garments tight against her chest trying in vain to hide her nudity.
This was it. There was no going back.
Was her dream worth all of this?
Becoming popular in an industry saturated with idols and beautiful women was next to impossible. Y/N as talented as she was at singing, couldn’t dance without looking like a flailing awkward mess. 
She knew the Yakuza had their hands in the entertainment business. It was an open secret so when her agency didn’t renew her contract and with no other option. She did the only thing she could.
Y/N looked at the man with hollow, empty eyes and choppy black hair. A dragon tattoo adorned his neck.
His cigarette caught fire and he took a long inhale. Savoring it, he closed his eyes.
“Get on with it,” he said his eyes still closed. 
She dropped her dress next to her boots and sat on the bed. 
The hotel that she had been ceremoniously summoned to was luxurious yet dark. Nothing but the moonlight from the open window and a small lamp next to the bed helped to see her scantily clad body on the pale bedsheets. 
“Touch yourself.” 
A puff released a haze of smoke, which surrounded the man giving him an eerie look as he watched her with an appreciative gleam.
She leaned back, trying to relax. She tried to imagine herself at home instead with candles alit, warm, and comfortable. 
Yet she was cognizant and aware of his presence looming in the room.
Her hands wandered down to her chest- playing and plucking it until the bedsheets became rumpled from her feet restless shifting as pleasure alit her senses.
Her breathing became heavy but she wasn’t the only one.
A glance told her that he had paused, his hand still in the air just about to put the bud back at his lips. His eyes glistened with want, staring at her undeterred. His chest heaved with excitement, heavy breathing that had nothing to do with what he held in his hands.
Perhaps it was the sight of a powerful man being affected by her. But Y/N felt emboldened to continue so she ostentatiously spread her legs. Not caring if the angle exposed her.
She unfurled her folds apart with her fingers and felt her damp curls for the first time.
Turned out she was more eager than she first thought. Her nervousness melting away the more comfortable she became.
She found the nub that she was oh so familiar with and grazed upon it slightly.
A shiver went down her spine at the first touch and a male groan reverberated throughout the room. 
While one hand stayed on her breast, the other more dominant hand dipped fingers into the moist entrance.
She heard the clinks of metal and looked up to see the man in front of her, fiddling with his belt. The cigarette now put out in a nearby ashtray. 
He eased his cock out of his pants and fisted the engorged organ. 
“Fuck, fuckkkk,” he hissed. 
His black hair swaying as he jerked almost violently. His dull eyes flaring to life, emotions coursing through them. 
He stumbled towards the bed, still touching himself. 
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
Or it would have been a command had he not sounded so desperate. So eager.
Y/n did as he bid. Her mouth, her tongue lolling out, and saliva already gathering in anticipation.
He was now above her, imposing and expectant.
But most of all: naked. His shirt and pants thrown off in his hurry.
He was magnificent. Though his lithe body didn’t seem all that impressive when covered. Underneath however hid a sinewy body riddled with scar tissues. 
His cock considering his size shouldn’t be impressive as it was. What it lacked in length though his girth more than made up for it. 
Beads of precum glistened atop the bulbous mushroom head. Further evidence that he couldn’t remain indifferent to her.  
“Suck.”
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You're like a well-done meal I can't get enough of.
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の AN: Me wondering why everyone's doing Valentines prompts not knowing that it's already February lmaooo. But no this is no V- Day prompt I just finished the last season of Haikyuu so I wrote a fic for the best twin.
の Warning: None! Osamu x Fem Reader SFW
の Summary: Sometimes Osamu could be dense as his twin. Not even knowing the entire time Y/N liked him.
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His eyes narrowed at his brother and his friend.
She held her bangs up with her hand and nodded to Atsumu.
His twin grinned and swatted her forehead with his finger.
Y/N hissed and rubbed at the reddened skin.
“You jerk!” she yelled. “I told you not to hit me so hard.”
Atsumu shrugged. “You shouldn’t have dared me.”
“Best two out of three!”
The two idiots then proceeded to stuff their mouths with sushi, only for Y/N this time to swallow and gulp down some water quickly.
“Ha! Take that I win!” Y/N cheered, sticking out her tongue and showing off the fact she had finished before Atsumu.
“You cheated! How many sushi did you eat? We both agreed on five sushi at the same time,” Atsumu accused.
“Don’t be a sore loser! Now show off that big old forehead of yours. Time for payback.”
Osamu frowned and looked away, shaking his head forlornly.
It was hard enough being away from his twin. What with their busy schedules with him managing Onigiri Miya and Atsumu being busy with the Black Jackals. They hardly ever got time to meet up in person. The most they would interact nowadays were the roast sessions they had via texts. 
Now he had to deal with the fact this slip of a girl was replacing him.
When she first came with Atsumu, he assumed that his twin had brought her along to introduce Y/N as his girlfriend.
Imagine his surprise when they both grimaced in disgust at the thought of dating each other. 
Instead, she was just a friend, their camaraderie- reminiscent of Sumu’s and his relationship. She felt like a cheap replacement in his opinion. 
Though, he wasn’t rude enough to make his feelings known. No, he sucked it up, smiled, and welcomed her like she belonged.
But privately hoping that they would eventually grow apart and stop being friends.
At least they weren’t dating each other.
Osamu frowned at that thought. Not knowing why he felt uncomfortable. 
“Samu, what’s wrong? Is your sushi bad?” Atsumu asked at seeing his face. “Let me see.” His twin reached out to grab some of his sushi only for his hand to be smacked away by Y/N.
“You idiot. Don’t grab without asking.”
“I did ask!”
“That’s not asking! You just said ‘let me see’.” At this Y/N lowered her voice to imitate Atsumu and Atsumu looked vaguely insulted at her attempt. “And started grabbing that’s not asking.”
Y/N turned her attention toward him. “Here, Osamu-kun. I saved your sushi.”
She looked at him expectantly and smiled gently.
Osamu blinked and swallowed, feeling the back of his neck get hot.  “Thanks, Y/N-chan.” He felt unsure as to why all of a sudden he was feeling overwhelmed. Perhaps Atsumu was right maybe the sushi was bad.
He took a bite out of a sashimi roll and didn’t find anything wrong with it. Shrugging it off, maybe the stress of overworking had finally gotten to him. 
He noticed Y/N still observing him, who flashed him a quick smile before turning her attention back to his twin. His stomach dropped and churned as he became more and more conflicted.
Osamu couldn’t help but make an observation that Y/N looked especially pretty today.
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“Text me when you get home,” Atsumu ordered as he pulled Y/N’s cheeks.
The three of them had just finished their meals, and Y/N was headed back to Tokyo.
“Don’t tell me what to do you’re not my mooo-” the rest of her words came out garbled as Atsumu pulled harder. 
���Ok, ok! I will!” Y/N managed to sputter after she pushed Atsumu away.
She glared at Atsumu from the corner of her eyes before waving to Osamu.
“I’ll see you later, Osamu-kun! It was nice to see you. We should do this more often,” she said with a hopeful look. 
He shrugged noncommittally and they saw off Y/N heading to the nearby subway. 
“Why do you keep bringing her along?” Osamu demanded as soon as Y/N was out of sight. 
“What do you mean by that?” Atsumu seemed confused like his reaction was unexpected. 
“Every time we try to hang out you bring her along! You don’t even bother asking either.”
“You’re kidding me, right? Samu, don't tell me you haven’t noticed yet?” 
Osamu felt like he was missing something here. Was he supposed to notice something?
“Y/N likes you! You should be proud of me. I was actually doing a good thing for someone else.”
“Twins don’t count you’re supposed to be nice to family,” Osamu managed to utter.
He felt dizzy from Atsumu’s admission. Y/N liked him? Since when? He could practically count the number of times they’d talked without Atsumu present on his hands.
“And it doesn’t bother you that Y/N likes me?” 
“No. Why would it?”
Osamu chuckled and shook his head. Of course, it wouldn’t. So, they truly were just friends and his brother of all people was trying to play matchmakers.
“What’s so funny?”
He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t concern you.”
Osamu ignored his twin’s fuming rants in the background as he contemplated on what to do with the impromptu information he had just received. 
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Osamu exhaled when he heard the front door of Onigiri Miya chime and heard Y/N’s familiar voice.
He wiped his wet hands with a nearby towel and cracked his neck.
It was time. He was taking the leap.
He could almost hear Atsumu’s smug annoying voice in the background calling him out on hesitating when she was waiting outside for him.
Osamu waved off his imaginary twin’s visage and stepped from the back to where he saw Y/N looking around the store, fascinated.
“Osamu-kun!” she called startled, yet embarrassed when he appeared before her without a sound.
“Y/N-chan, you’re here on time. Let’s go,” he gestured towards the preparation station where he had everything set up.
“Wait isn’t Atsumu coming too? Shouldn’t we wait for him?” 
“He couldn’t make it. Apparently, he’s staying back tonight to practice some more with the team.”
“Ugh, that’s just like him and without any warning whatsoever.”
“Here,” he handed over an apron. Not wanting to hear anything about his brother when it was just him and Y/N alone. 
Osamu stepped behind her and slightly caressed her waist as he intertwined the apron’s strings and tied them neatly in the back.
He smirked when he heard her choke back a gasp at his closeness.
“Tight enough?” he asked, leaning over to deliberately whisper near her ear.
She shakingly nodded and he let her go, satisfied for now with her reactions.
“You’re not gonna need my brother to learn how to make onigiris. Just me and you is enough.” 
He hadn’t meant to tease but her cheeks nevertheless turned a lovely shade of pink at his words. 
The rice had already been cooked, and set aside: steaming and hot ready for them to be rolled into onigiris. 
There was also a variety of different ingredients like miso sauce or tuna mixed with mayo depending on the type of onigiris Y/N preferred.
Osamu instructed her slowly, making sure she was following each step accurately as possible.
“You should roll them like this,” he said, enveloping his hands with her own and guiding her along.
At first, he could feel her trembling at their closeness and she stiffened like she wanted nothing more than to push him away. But he held firm and softened his tone to soothe her discomfort.
“And then you’re done,” he said relinquishing his hold and smiled down at the perfect shape of the onigiri they had made.
“Can I taste?” she asked, reaching for the shaped rice ball.
He handed it over and she delicately took a bite.
Y/N savored it and broke into a gleeful smile.
“It’s good! Wow, usually my onigiris never turn out this good.”
“May I?” Osamu asked reaching out. Y/N assumed he meant the onigiri held it out for him, only for him to snake his arm around her waist and pull her close.
“Itadakimasu,” he teased, leaning in and kissed her.
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The trouble with liking older men
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♋AN: It's a new year which means more AM smut
♋Warning: All Might x Younger Fem Reader (she's in her 20s), age gap, age difference, daddy kink, explicit smut, and rough sex. Read at your own discretion.
♋Summary: You met your idol for the first time in your life. There was no way you were gonna let this chance slip out of your hands.
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It all started when she was out on patrol with Fatgum. She was his loyal sidekick for a couple of years now. Technically she still counted as a rookie and had learned so much under the tutelage of Fatgum. 
Imagine her surprise when a routine patrol of Fatgum’s favorite family restaurants ended up with a standoff against villains plus with All Might of all people coming to help.
“That was good work,” Fatgum managed with his mouth full of food. “Want some?” The rotund yellow hero held out a skewer of yakitori to All Might.
The symbol of peace shook his head demurely. “I’m alright. Thanks for the offer.”
Fatgum shrugged and shoved the skewer into his mouth before taking it out, stripped of all the meat, and with ease chucked the empty skewer into a nearby trashcan.
“E-excuse me,” Y/N called from behind Fatgum.
“Oh, there you are, Y/N-chan. Where’d you go?” he said as he turned around to see Y/N standing there. 
“I was here the whole time,” she murmured.
“Young lady! Are you alright?” All Might asked; he stepped closer, not seeing the flustered reaction on her face. “You took quite the hit from that villain.”
She felt dizzy. The All Might asked if she, a lowly sidekick, was alright. Suddenly it felt like oxygen was being deprived, and she was suffocating.
“Breathe.”
Y/N immediately felt her chest convulse and her heartbeat resume thumping behind her chest. She watched wide-eyed as All Might clutched and rubbed her hands. 
“Maybe she needs medical attention?” he fussed.
Fatgum chuckled, “She’ll be fine. Just let go of her.”
“Oh,” All Might let out an embarrassed laugh and, with a blush, quickly let go of her. Y/N felt disappointed as his large hands were no longer encompassing hers. 
She was numb as All Might and Fatgum exchanged a few more words before the symbol of peace disappeared into the crowd. The crowd surrounded him, his laughter evident even amongst the high-pitched screams.
Panicked, she turned towards Fatgum. “Wait! He’s leaving?”
“Of course,” Fatgum swallowed a moment before munching on the seasoned meat again. “He says he has business to attend to in Musustafu.”
“Already? But I didn’t even get a chance to say thank you.”
Y/N only managed to embarrass herself in front of her role model. No biggie. 
“You’ll see him again soon. We’re going out for drinks later tonight. His treat.”
“That’s good… Wait tonight?!”
“That’s what he said” Fatgum tossed another empty skewer. “Just don’t drink too much like last time.”
The last time meant when she got shitfaced from one shot of sake, but in her defense, it was really strong.
“I won’t drink at all!” she vowed. 
She won’t let herself be embarrassed again. 
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Most women her age were into pro heroes like Best Jeanist or Edgeshot if you were looking for a bit of adventure. And according to some gossip article she happened upon online Hawks was the number one hero women in their 20s wanted to ask out.
She didn’t necessarily agree with any of those sentiments despite being in her 20s.
Y/N watched with lidded eyes, circling the top of her beer glass as All Might threw his head back and laughed, uninhibited in his joy.
No, her tastes were a little old school.
Adored by the masses, All Might’s core fandom consisted of the older population and young children. 
She would know she grew up with an All Might fanatic in her mother. Maybe that’s why even now Y/N couldn’t get him out of her mind.
If someone were to look at her past lovers, they all varied in different combinations of buff with blue eyes and blond hair. You could say that she had a type. 
She let out a sigh and tossed some bills on the table.
Who was she kidding? All Might and her?
The no. 1 hero and a sidekick of no.58. That sounded laughable even in her head. 
She sent a text to Fatgum, letting him know she was leaving, and hoped to see him bright and early for their patrols. Not wanting to disturb his and All Might’s conversation, she left as inconspicuously as possible.
You wouldn’t think it was nearing 2 AM from the bright city lights and crowded streets, but this was late for someone who liked to be in bed by 11 PM. 
“Y/N is your name, right?” a voice asked behind her.
She jolted out of her thoughts and turned around to face All Might, who seemed curious about her.
“All Might! I thought you were still in the bar with Fatgum.”
“I can’t quite stomach a long drinking session like I used to,” he sheepishly remarked. “Though Fatgum seemed like he was going to do another round when I left him.”
“Ah, yes, I’m L/N Y/N. Please take care of me,” Y/N said as she bowed.
He returned her greetings with, “Likewise.”
They stood awkwardly next to each other, not knowing what else to say.
“Umm, I’m-”
“Do you mind-” They both began at the same time. 
She giggled nervously and gestured for him to start instead.
“I wouldn’t feel right letting you walk home alone. Do you mind if I walk with you?”
“That’s not necessary at all! I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”
He waved her off. “It’s no trouble at all. It’s the least I could do since I failed to stop the villain in time, and you had to take the blow for it.”
Why was he apologizing to her? It wasn’t his fault she failed to notice the villain's plan in time. She’d been a sidekick for years and still kept messing up at crucial points. 
Maybe that’s what separated the symbol of peace from other pro-heroes. All Might took on tremendous responsibility even when it wasn’t his burden.
Y/N glanced at him from the corner of her eye; he changed into casual clothes for the evening- looking devastatingly handsome. 
How many people could say they had the privilege of seeing this side of All Might?
“So,” he began. “I heard from Fatgum your quirk is called balloon anima. What exactly does it do?”
She wished that Fatgum would stop talking her up in front of his colleagues. It was sweet but embarrassing. In this case, however, she was happy to talk about herself if it meant spending more time with her favorite hero.
“Basically, I can enlarge and animate balloon animals.”
He blinked and then mouthed ‘balloon animals’ as if he didn’t know what to make of her quirk.
She waved her hands around in a panic. “It sounds lame, don’t get me wrong, but it has so many uses. I can use them as helpers, for protection, and even get them to rescue people!”
“Hmm. That sounds like a quirk that would be popular with kids. I can see it now.” 
“Y-you think so? 
“Of course!”
Well, Y/N supposed All Might would know a thing or two about being popular with kids, so who was she to argue?
They continued their trek until the city lights faded, and nothing but stars shone above them. The crowds dispersed until it was just the two of them walking along the sidewalk.
“Well, this is my building,” she said, pointing to the building. “Thank you for accompanying me.”
“It was my pleasure,” All Might said with a grin. “I’ll wait here until you get inside.”
He motioned with his hand as if he were ushering her inside.
Y/N bit her lip uncertainly. Was she making a mistake?
Nevertheless, Y/N stepped forward until she encroached on All Might’s space.
He looked at her curiously. “Is something the matter?”
She lifted her hand and paused before grabbing his shirt and yanking.
His lips slanted against hers, and she felt him jolt and stiffen. But she didn’t lose her nerves and stood on the balls of her feet to pull him closer.
She exhaled through her nose and firmly pressed against his mouth.
A moment later, his arm snaked around her waist, almost lifting her in his embrace.
Y/N was trembling; her hands shook as her fingers curled in his shirt. He hadn’t pushed her away! And more than that he was responding back!
Enthusiastically, she might add.
A loud moan was prompted by him when he bit down on her bottom lip gently before sucking. 
Oh god. It was too much. Y/N couldn’t control herself as she eagerly jumped and snared her legs around his waist.
He caught her with ease with one hand and caressed her face with the other as he took his opportunity to enter her mouth and cajoled her tongue into playing. 
She felt absolutely electrified. All her life, she had dreamed of this moment as soon as she was old enough to know what kissing meant, and even then, it paled in comparison to reality. 
He was so firm and warm against her body. It made her want to take all his clothes off and lick/nibble to her heart’s content until he was panting with desperate neediness. 
“Mmm,” he groaned against her. “So good. Such a good girl, Y/N.”
Y/N writhed against his pelvis, completely frustrated that her jeans had no friction.
Then Y/N remembered they were publicly making out in front of her apartment building—she with the most famous and recognizable pro hero in Japan. 
She abruptly let go with a gasp and tried to separate herself.
“W-why did you stop?” All Might panted, his lips still wet and shiny from their kiss. He looked stricken at the distance between the two of them now.
“Maybe we should go inside to continue?” she half-asked and half-pleaded. Hoping All Might wouldn’t want to end the night prematurely.
There was no need, though. He nodded eagerly and held out his hand for her to take.
“Ok. Where to?”
She smiled, flattered that he seemed to want this as much as she did. 
Her apartment was on the third floor, so she headed straight toward the elevator. It was more than relieving when they encountered no one and could make their way to the lift without complications. 
As soon as the elevator’s doors closed and the corresponding button was pressed. All Might cornered Y/N against the elevator panels.
To anyone, he merely looked like he was tenderly embracing his lover. But Y/N felt his heavy breaths against her neck and his blue eyes piercing her own as his hand made its way down her jeans.
She let out a tiny broken groan when her panties were pushed aside and felt his tentative fingers breach her pussy.
He shuddered, discovering the sticky wetness that coated her inner thighs and panties.
All he did was skim the outer lips and, every now and then, teased her clit in a circular motion.
Her heart was thudding against her chest. If All Might were aware of anything but caressing her cunt, no doubt he would have known his effect on her poor heart. 
Her pleasurable torture ended when with a ding the elevator stopped and slid open.
All Might reluctantly removed his hand and pulled away from her.
Y/N took a moment to gather herself before showing her companion the way to her apartment. 
It took a couple of tries to get the key into the keyhole and open the door with her nervousness.
But she managed and let him into her meager dwelling.
Quickly perusing the surroundings, she didn’t see anything embarrassing lying around that she didn’t need to hide. 
“So, what’s your poison?” he asked, quickly appraising the apartment and turning his attention toward Y/N.
“Huh?” she so eloquently replied. 
Why was he asking about alcohol? They just came back from a bar.
“For the first time, it makes sense we should do it on the bed,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. “But it also doesn’t fit the mood.”
His pants were discarded on the floor. 
“M-mood?” Y/N stuttered and gulped when she saw him start to reach for his boxers. “What do you mean by that?”
“The kind of mood you have sex until you pass out and not be able to walk tomorrow.” He smirked and left his boxers alone, instead taking off his shirt.
All Might firmly grasped her throat and walked backward until the back of her legs hit her sofa and pushed.
“We’ll start here and make our way to the bedroom,” he said, standing over her and pulling off his boxers. “Sounds good to you?”
She nodded, eyeing his semi-erect cock. 
“Any objections? Or questions?”
“Just one, can I call you daddy?”
“I would be disappointed if you didn’t,” he grinned while trying to unbutton her jeans.
She lifted her butt so he could maneuver her jeans down her legs and remove them altogether.
Her jeans plus her shirt both joined his clothes onto the floor.
Y/N reached back to remove her bra, but he halted her. Instead, he pushed the cups up and revealed her chest - making it look obscene. He couldn’t help but bend down and taste. She whimpered at him softly, lapping at her pebbled peaks. 
He didn’t need to do this. She was more than ready, but the way he was enjoying her, slowly tasting and grinding heatedly into her hip. She was being savored, and his eyes watched her religiously, the sight of her slowly becoming undone. 
Y/N got flipped around; her hands rested on the sofa arms while her knees were bent on the seat. She felt All Might crowded behind her and pulled down her jeans. 
She felt him caress her bottom still covered by her silk panties before they too were pulled down.
Her garments pooled around her ankles, and she didn’t even get a moment to kick them off before she felt him line up his cock near her entrance.
Y/N let out a startled gasp at the size of his cock. Or at least what she could feel of him rubbing back and forth languidly. 
Then without warning, he entered full throttle and stayed there.
She choked on the hiss she let out prematurely and bore with the sudden burn.
He set a rigorous pace. Never before has a man made her feel so small physically. At over 7 ft, he engulfed her in his heat. His chest-baring down on her back. She should feel suffocated, unable to escape. Instead, a part of her felt cognizant. The fact she was being held down and used as a sleeve, essentially for his cock made her insides stir and burn.
“Daddy,” she gasped. “Harder.”
There was a pause in his rhythm. Almost as if he was considering Y/N's request. It was only a moment, yet she held her breath, hoping that he would oblige. 
All Might gripped her hips tightly, and she prayed that he would leave bruises for her to admire later. 
Then he started battering her insides like she owed him and he was looking to collect.
Y/N’s screams were muffled amongst the sofa’s cushions.
She felt him tug her hair, firm but not harsh.
“Let me hear you, Y/N”
A chill went down her spine; she let out her sobs unrestrained and wild.
The sofa itself started edging toward the wall due to the strength of All Might’s back-and-forth movements.
Feeling herself building an imminent crescendo, she reached down to touch herself.
“You’re close?” He groaned in response.
His pace became faster and more ruthless to assist in her efforts.
Y/N was helpless to resist. Her pleasure washed over her and her body contorted due to the intensity.
Her eyes rolled back and her teeth clenched as wave after wave prolonged her climax.
“Oh, Daddy,” she chanted. “Yes!” Nonsense spilled out as she reached back and grabbed his face to kiss.
They kiss until a deep bone fatigue replaced her earlier ecstasy. The exhaustion from her activities caught up to her.
Y/N let go of All Might and collapsed onto the sofa, trying and failing to catch her breath. 
All Might watched her with pride and satisfaction while retreating from her body. His cock wet from her exertion still jutting outwards.
“It’s not over yet,” he said as he picked Y/N up and carried her to the bedroom.
She gulped and hoped she would somehow still be able to walk tomorrow.
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➹❥ AN: Hello! I'm back and here's a fic for Shinso! *runs away immediately to hide back in the shame box*
➹❥ Warnings: Manga Spoilers! Shinso x Fem Reader Soulmate fic. Angst. Not for those with the headcanon: Shinso is a cinnamon roll. LOL I kid. But seriously tho he's not nice in this.
➹❥ Summary: Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean everything will work out how it's supposed to.
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There aren’t a lot of things I regret about my life. But if there were one thing, it would be you. Soulmates were supposed to be our better half. The balm to the fucked up shit that happens in the world. They say the soul marks doesn’t make mistakes, but it did the day it made us soulmates. I wish I had never met you. You may be a pro hero, but in my eyes, you were a villain the day you stepped into my life. 
I was 15 years old when I was accepted into U.A. I was in the general course of U.A., not intending to be a pro hero. My quirk didn’t call for it. But even just graduating from U.A. could afford me many opportunities in the future, so my parents encouraged me to go for it. 
It would be in late March after my 16th birthday that a tabby cat and a tuxedo patterned cat in blackened ink appeared on my wrist. The two cats would chase each other until they got tired and slumped over. Finally, the tabby cat would nuzzle the other cat’s nose. Reenergized, the tuxedo cat would get up and begin the chase again. The inked tattoo of sorts would animate on repeat. I thought it was the cutest thing ever. Better than some of the soulmate connections I’ve heard about like sharing thoughts.
Hitoshi Shinso was a bit curious-looking with dark circles and crazy purple hair. Back then, I felt alleviated from panic, knowing that my soulmate was at least someone I knew. A fellow classmate. Not a stranger on the streets that I would have to start over from day one and hope to impress somehow. 
“Please take care of me,” I said to Shinso and bowed.
He bowed in return after an awkward pause and muttered, “Likewise.”
If I had known then that he was lying, I would have never had any expectations from him. Perhaps even resort to drastic methods like mutilating the mark that symbolized our bond. Because even that pain would have been bearable to the pain of knowing you were unwanted and unloved. 
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“S-shinso-san, I was wondering if you were busy Friday?” I asked nervously.
It’s been a while since we were revealed as soulmates, and there hadn’t been any meaningful progress between the two of us, and I was beginning to feel impatient. So I thought to make the first move and meet him outside of school to get to know him better. It had taken a lot to muster the courage to even ask, and I was a bundle of nerves despite hoping I could come off casual.
He paused, putting away worksheets in his bag, and looked at me. He examined me for a minute before replying, “Maybe. Why?”
“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you would like to grab a bite to eat with me. The café next to our school just opened up, and I’ve heard good things-”
“I can’t,” He interjected. “I have training with Aizawa-sensei.”
“Oh, right,” I tried not to look dejected. “Maybe next time then?”
“See ya,” he said, walking around me as I stood right in front of his desk.
I watched him leave longingly, wishing he would stay. “Bye..”
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I was so nervous. Shinso had finally agreed to walk home with me. I would ask earnestly whenever I could, and he was always busy for one reason or another. I completely understood because he was the only one of the general studies students applying to transfer to the hero courses. And I admired that and supported him wholeheartedly, which unfortunately meant that usually I wasn’t a priority. But it didn’t matter right now. 
I couldn’t contain my excited grin as he and I walked in silence. I kept glancing at him in the corner of my eye, hoping he would say something. 
“So, how is training-”
“Hey, Shinso!” a voice cut me off.
Startled, I turned around to see a blond boy waving at him with another red spikey-haired boy at his side. They casually walked up to us, and a pink-skinned girl was tailing along in the back. My eyes widened at their appearance. They were the kids from Class 1-A I remember seeing during the sports festival after I had been disqualified during the first round. 
“Oh, it’s you,” Shinso deadpanned. “What do you want?”
“Is that something you should say to a future classmate?” the blond with a black strip in his hair shook his head forlornly. It oddly resembled a bolt. I wonder if that was on purpose. 
“You sound confident I’ll make it,” Shinso replied casually. I looked at him, surprised. Of course, he was going to make it. With all the hard work he was putting in, he had to at least be confident in himself. 
“Dude, you’re working with Aizawa-sensei. Of course, you’re gonna get in,” Red cut in.
Was Aizawa-sensei the teacher who perpetually looked like he would keel over from exhaustion?
My head whipped back and forth with the conversation in confusion. 
“How is it?” the pink one also interrupted. “And how haven’t you dropped dead yet?”
“It’s not so bad,” Shinso shrugged. “You have to work hard, though.”
I looked at my soulmate in awe. I always knew there was something different about him, even before the revelation of us being soulmates. He was so determinedly laser-focused that it made me proud yet envious. 
“By the way, the gang is going to that new café everyone’s been raving about. Wanna come?” Blondie said.
I panicked; it took weeks for me to Shinso-san alone. I wanted this day to make some ground between the two of us finally. 
“Guys, maybe we shouldn't,” the pink girl said, looking at me pointedly. “I think we’re interrupting.”
I gave her a quick smile of relief, and she winked back at me in understanding. 
I could feel my soulmate’s eyes on me before he replied, “Oh, this is just a classmate, Y/N. She wouldn’t mind.”
He didn’t wait for my response and started walking away with the guys. My heart was pounding and I stood there, unable to move. The pink girl who had helped me out now looked at me with sympathy and seemed unsure before she turned around to follow the guys. 
The last thing I remember seeing was their backs as I hurried away, my vision becoming blurry with tears.
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This time everything was going to go fine. Or at least I was trying to convince myself. After the disaster of Shinso-san leaving me behind, I didn’t think I could muster the courage again. 
Somehow, things had fallen into place, and now I was waiting for my soulmate to show up for our date.
Well, not exactly a “date,” but we were hanging out by ourselves. Nothing school related was going to be discussed. No classmates to disturb us. It was just going him and me.
Alone. 
I took a deep breath, trying to subside the anxiousness that was bubbling up inside.
I had arrived 10 mins earlier than the time we agreed on, and Shinso-san hadn’t shown up yet, but I wasn’t too worried because Akihabara on the weekends was notoriously busy. I wouldn’t be surprised if Shinso-san were a few minutes late.
We agreed to meet and spend a few hours playing games at a nearby arcade. I wasn’t someone you would call a gamer per se, but I could go for a few rounds every now and then.
I consciously shuffled aside as a group of loud teen boys walked past. One of them eyed me in such a way that made me uncomfortable, so I fiddled with my smartphone and decided to shoot Shinso-san a text.
‘Hey I arrived a few mins early let me know when you get here.’ 
The text was sent with a familiar ding, and I stared at the screen for a minute hoping for an immediate reply. But when I didn’t get it, I put the phone back in my pocket with a huff.
I don’t know how long I watched people walk past, feeling melancholy. I reached into my pocket again for my phone to look at the time.
He was 15 minutes late. I took a breath, trying to relax. He probably took the train here and is on his way now. 
‘Shinso-san, did you take the train by chance? They’re running late today.’ Another text said.
30 minutes late.
A lone tear ran down my face. I quickly wiped it. Maybe his phone ran out of battery, and that's why he wasn’t responding to my texts. I pulled up his contact and pressed the green phone icon. I held up the phone with nervousness evident in my person. It rang multiple times before going to voicemail.
“Hey! I’m waiting outside of the arcade like we planned. Just call me back. Please.” 
I hung up and stuffed my hands in my pocket.
1 hour late.
He wasn’t coming. I should have known from the first text he wasn’t going to show up. But I tried so hard to believe that he would. That he wouldn’t be that kind of person. I gripped my hand tightly, the same one with the symbol of our bond. And for the first time since it had shown up, I felt contempt and misery. 
I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand. Only for more tears to take their place. I bit down on my fist to prevent the sobs from breaking out. I didn’t want to appear so vulnerable in front of strangers.
2 hours late.
I had waited. I don't know why but I did. I know I should have left a while ago. But I couldn’t bear to leave. I kept thinking, what if? What if he shows up? What if I was mistaken and he had been in trouble?
The tears had dried up, and now nothing but a fit of stoking anger in my stomach boiled as I left the arcade. My steps felt heavy but resolutely determined. I knew what I had to do now. 
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“Why do you want to talk?” Shinso asked as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.
The classroom was now empty, and I had asked him to stay behind.
I gave him a look, and he seemed taken aback by it as if he didn’t expect that from me.
“Why didn’t you show up on Saturday? We agreed that we would meet up at the arcade.”
Shinso rubbed his neck.
“If you had to cancel, all you had to do was reply to my texts or calls,” I said, getting louder and louder. “You didn’t have to leave me there standing for hours!” The anger poured out.
“And who asked you to do that?”
I flinched, hearing his deep voice that almost appeared to be bitter. 
“Why? Because we’re 'soulmates,' " he scoffed. “Do you know why I came to UA despite everything? It was so that I could make my dreams come true. And for that, I will do anything. I don’t have time for a soulmate. You’re looking for something in me that I’m not willing to give.”
“That’s not true-” I was cut off.
“It’s honestly creepy how you keep trying to make me go along with your fantasy.”
Shinso made his way to exit the classroom.
“I want to concentrate on being a pro hero, Y/N. And you need to respect that,” he said before closing the door on me.
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BOOM!
A nearby quirk I assumed went off, and the shockwaves from the quirk caused the apartment building my family and I resided in, to tremble.
The disaster sirens that usually went off during earthquakes and tsunamis in Japan started blaring into the night. Except for this time it wasn’t for a natural disaster but rather a war between pro heroes and villains.
“Oka-san and tou-san!’ I called when the building finally settled. “Are you okay?” 
I hid under a table in my room, which I dived under as soon as the sirens went off. I relaxed when I heard their answering call.
“Y/N, we should head down to the building basement and wait until it's safe.”
Well, as safe as it could get. Since the war started, casualties have become a new norm. Every now and then, we would hear about a friend’s dead loved one from so and so. 
I answered back in agreement and slowly started to crawl on my hands and knees from under the table. Just as I was about to stand up, I peeked at the inked soul mark on my hand. We hadn’t spoken in months. It’s the only way I knew Shinso was still alive. The last I heard about him was from my classmates about how he had gotten a license and was fighting amongst pro heroes. 
Despite myself, I had worried at first, but that became second nature to tepidly watching the war on the internet. 
I spied my sweater on the bed, grabbed and shrugged it on.
“Guys? I’m heading downstairs n-”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence as the roof on top of me collapsed. I shrieked as bits of rubble covered my room - coughed as dust collected in my mouth. 
Then darkness as a large of debris landed on top of me. 
A distance away, I heard the sound of the familiar siren still going off. My eyes were heavy, and it was difficult to open them. After several tries, I was able to make out my surroundings blearily. It was dark but a bright light overhand illuminated what little of the room I could see.
My room was utterly unrecognizable. Debris and dust covered every inch, and my bed was destroyed as pieces of wood pierced the mattress. Fragments of glass littered the floor as I tried to feel around and move. 
It hit me. I couldn’t feel my legs. I looked down only to choke on the blood collecting in my mouth. They were trapped under a large wooden pillar.
Nonononononononononono. I tried to lift it, only to scream in vain.
“Oka-san!” I cried out hysterically. “Tou-san! Anyone! Please help me! I can’t move.”
But there was no reply. No sounds. Just the siren blaring over and over again. And the sound of my crying.
My vision became blurry once again, and sound seemed to go in and out. I was losing consciousness. And the last thing I could remember was, for some reason, yearning for Shinso.
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Before I woke up, I was surprised to hear steady beeping, not the siren I last distinctly remember. 
A bright light was overhead, soon overcast by Oka-san’s crying face, but her eyes seemed to glow with relief. A flurry of movement later, I saw my Tou-san’s face, whose typically stern face was also wet with tears. 
Someone helped me sit up, and I realized I was in a hospital room with vitals attached to me. My legs were wrapped up, but thankfully I could still wiggle my toes.
I remembered the feeling of acute horror when I realized I could no longer move my legs. But knowing they were ok, though still healing from broken bones, was a solace I didn’t realize I needed. 
Over the following weeks, my parents visited daily as I recovered from the incident, which I later found out was from a pro hero crashing into the building when a villain threw them. The pro hero, Miruko, came in person to apologize and ensure I was ok. It was easy to forgive her when I could see the regret permeating from her despite her nonchalant outward appearance. 
One particular afternoon, when I was waiting for the nurse to come back with lunch, he showed up.
Shinso seemed more muscular than the last time I saw him. Yet he appeared paler, and his dark circles seemed to have spread somehow, seeming healthy and not at the same time. It looked like being a pro hero wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. 
I didn’t say anything to him. Just staring him down and wondering what he was doing here and with flowers of all things in his hands.
He cleared his throat and offered the flowers to me. “These are for you.”
I nodded and took them from him. Still not giving him a verbal answer.
Maybe it was because Shinsou couldn’t stand the awkward silence so after a few mins, he started speaking again.
“I was there that night, Y/N,” he said, scratching his neck. The familiar sight taking me back to when we were attending UA. “When Miruko crashed into your building. I was there with a few other UA kids. But I didn’t know it was your building until it was too late.”
He seemed to choke on his words here. “The mark on my hand started disappearing.”
“And?” I spoke up. “What does it matter to you?”
Shinso’s eyes widened, shocked at the frank statement. “Y/N, listen, I know I said a few things I can't take back the last time we spoke.”
I scoffed,” I think you and I both know you don’t regret it. And isn’t it a shame that you didn’t even know your soulmate was dying a few feet away? All because you didn’t know where I lived. Maybe you would have if you gave me any time of the day.”
He had nothing to say in reply but- “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those awful things to you.”
But it was too late. I didn’t want to hear it. It took a roof to land me to register I was over it. I realized all those months of separation I was still waiting for him despite the fact I kept telling myself I wasn’t. I kept checking the news for anything. A mention. A sighting of a UA student with a brainwashing quirk.
Now I knew for sure that despite being soulmates, some people just aren’t meant to be.
“I don’t want anything to do with you.”
He opened his mouth to say something.
“Please leave.” I looked down determinedly and ready to press the nearby button to call the nurse just in case he refused to leave.
I didn’t dare look back up again until I heard his footsteps receding. I clenched my jaw and looked up at the hospital room’s ceiling so the tears wouldn’t drip. It was better this way. He had all this time to give me a chance, and he never did. It took me almost dying even to notice me. 
That was the type of person I didn’t need nor want. Or at least I tried to convince myself desperately so I wouldn’t call Shinso to come back.
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▣ AN: This is a bit of an unique fic I wrote inspired by my Dungeons and Dragons group where the wonderful @drabbles-blurbs-words who is my Dungeon Master, made it so that my patron is All Might. And so I wrote a reader fic with my DnD character meeting her patron for the first time who she is obsessed with. The pic above is my actual D20 one of my friend who is also in the group bought for me. Unfortunately, the Etsy seller doesn't seem to sell it anymore otherwise I would have linked it.
▣ Warnings: God All Might x Warlock High Elf Fem Reader. Contains explicit sex, vaginal fingering, references to DnD, and DnD dice. Read at your own discretion.
▣ References:
A warlock is a magic-using class that makes a pact with their god and obtains their power in DnD
A D20 is a type of dice used frequently in DnD (like the picture above)
A tiefling is a type of playable race in DnD. They have horns and tails and usually are sort of outcasts? Depending on the story.
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You were standing on a plain that was bright as if the sun itself was upon you. There was nothing nearby. Not even any of your companions that you have traveled with. Not a single breeze nor sound. It was eerily quiet. You heard the sound of your own breathing magnified just by the fact there was nothing else. 
You don’t see any type of vegetation or greenery. You were certain you had fallen asleep in a forest making your journey to the next town. You looked down at your hand, the unfamiliar black spider symbol etched at the beginning of your journey now replaced with an M. 
His name. He was branding you. You should be angry. You’re the type of person who made everyone aware of yourself and exactly who you are. No one owned you. No one can ever tell you what to do. You followed your whims and nothing else.
Yet, the mark doesn’t make you angry. It turned to gold as if the mark was imbued with his magic and came alive. The mark makes you proud. He acknowledged you. He awarded your effort with his regard.
You left your home of Greyhawk where all the other high elves resided in search of answers. You hadn’t known what you were getting into when you had taken his patronage. An old god. A god that no one has ever heard of. You, an accomplished scholar, were frankly appalled that the esteemed Greyhawk tutelage had nothing on him — the Great Old One: All Might. 
You weren’t sure at first what he wanted from you. So you started gathering followers in his name. Because that was what gods wanted, right? Especially those who were lost to time itself (how wrong you were). But as you went deeper down the warlock hole. You found yourself having curious dreams and visions kind of like the one you’re having now.
He showed himself to you. Probably the first of his followers in millennia. He was magnificent. It was no secret to anyone who knew you. You were in love with your God and patron of magic. You had begun a fruitless journey in his name. You were obsessed. But seeing him in the flesh. In front of your very eyes. It was the recognition you needed.
His image was awe-inspiring and the kind of motivation you wanted on your nights alone.
“Did you enjoy my present, little one?” his voice mused from behind you.
The mark on your wrist tingled and a shudder of pleasure rushed through you.
Startled, you were about to turn around and face him when he grabbed your hips to stay.
“What’s the rush? Relax,” he breathed as if his voice traveled along with the wind.
You did so, knowing there was nothing to worry about. He won’t hurt you. 
“Where are we?”
“You’re safe. Any other information is unneeded.”
You were about to reply but stopped short when you felt a fit arm wrap around your waist and pull you close. 
Your back felt warm as if someone had just shot a firebolt spell to your back and you seem to just melt against the heat source. 
He exhaled shakingly and you felt the rumble of his chest. He was laughing in a way that sounded like he hadn’t in years. As if he was unused to chuckling and he was learning how to do so all over again. 
“Why did you ask me to stop recruiting people for your worship?”
“I don't need anyone else. Just you. You amuse me.”  The last bit was followed by a squeeze to your hips and his hands crept down to your behind instead.
You don’t stop him as his hand lingered from your bottom to the front of your black robes. The good thing about wearing mage robes was the easy accessibility. Many of your peers back in Greyhawk would have gossip to share about a quick romp against the books in the library. But you bet a D20 that none of them had fucked in a vision.
He parted your robes and fondled your clothed center for a second before peeling your underwear downwards with his thumb and rubbed his fingers back and forth along your slit. He hadn’t inserted anything just yet but you felt anticipation grow from wanting his thick fingers inside you. 
You gasped when you felt his enormous palm cup your sex before parting the lips with his pointer finger and thumb. You felt him test your wetness with his fingers and perhaps he didn’t think you were wet enough as he instead decided to press your nub in gentle circles.
“What is it about me exactly that amuses you?” you blurted out.
His thumb stilled its torturous pace but eventually, he continued.
“I’ve never seen someone of your kind be so lively.”
You know what he meant. High elves were snooty, rarely interacting with the outside world. Secluded and only concerned with those they considered their own. But you had the capacity to care. Even of those who weren’t like you. You could be snooty, you tried to be like that amongst the strangers that you were straddled with at first. But day by day those friends of yours had chipped away at all the defenses that you propped up. Now you consider a dwarf, a human, and even a tiefling to be your friends. 
You licked your lips, “Is that a bad thing?”
“No, it makes me want you even more. Even when I could walk amongst you. None of your kind would willingly approach. But you, you willful little thing.” As if to punish you he inserted a finger inside of you roughly.
“In all my waiting I didn’t think.”  You heard a groan behind you and felt his moist lips on your neck.
You let out a keen gasp when he started to roughly thrust his finger in and out. Slowly yet aggressive as if he didn’t want to part from you but wanted to leave a mark behind.
You heard wet sounds as his finger rammed inside your cunt, amplified by the silence surrounding you – nothing except the harsh breathing between the two of you to break it up.
His unoccupied hand dug into your hip as he pressed up against you. You bit your lip, feeling the hardness press against you. You were sort of glad that this was all a dream, you couldn’t imagine fighting off anothics and dragons while being so sore.
Your neediness knew no bounds as you stood on your toes, trying to angle for something impatiently. You pushed yourself back as he finally added another finger and they began to work together in tandem. 
You shook with impatience, “I beg, please!”
“You’re quite good at that, aren’t you? Always calling and asking me for help.” His voice held none of the humor it had earlier. In fact, he sounded just as wrecked as you were. 
“Cum then, Y/N. Let me hear you scream.”
He placed his thumb back on your clit and his two fingers expertly prodded and rubbed as if he could read your mind exactly to know what you needed. It was embarrassing how quickly you buckled to the pleasure and if it wasn’t for his other hand steadying you, you would have toppled over in your pleasure. Just like he wanted, you let out a crescendo of loud moans; unable to help yourself. 
When the shudders finally subsided that was when he finally withdrew his soaked fingers. You felt a shiver go through your body and then it became taut as he pulled your head back by your hair. 
You stared at him as his heated gaze dissected your wrecked image and then he smirked. Not breaking eye contact he noisily slurped those two same soaked fingers into his mouth. 
“You taste like you’re mine,” he murmured before kissing you. 
As soon as his lips made contact with yours, the vision started breaking. The plain started peeling away and All Might appeared farther and farther away as if he never existed. If it wasn’t for his presence imbued in your magic, you would have thought you imagined it all. Finally, you jolted and you saw chaos surrounding you as your companions battled in the same castle you were in before your impromptu vision.
“Y/N, do something!” a small red-headed dwarf called out.
You immediately called upon your magic and you felt his presence permeate the air as his golden grimoire materialized.   “Eldritch blast!” you gritted out. Dark green eldritch energy swirled round and round until finally, it became compact into a ball. You saw golden sparks whirling around in the same energy ball and seemingly mixed into the energy. Finally, you released the emerald with golden streaks of energy towards the doppelganger.  The doppelganger let out an inhuman screech as it surrendered to the eldritch energy and stumbled back, hurt.
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® AN: I'm back in Idk how long but it's been a min. I wrote a prompt for @liliesoftherain who's also a bitch that's been MIA. But whatever I'm here now though I can't say that for Lilie LOL.
® Warnings: Bakugou x Fem Reader. Contains cheating, married reader, explicit sex, degradation, oral sex, blow job, some spanking? rough sex, and voyeurism. Read at your own risk.
® Summary: Your neighbor is none other than pro hero Dynamight and your husband is gone. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
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In the luxury apartments where Y/N resided with her husband, the sunset was casting a morose orange light as it dipped through the skyline. And from the window she was peeking through, that amount of sunshine was the perfect backdrop for the picturesque sight in front of her. 
The color in her cheeks rose as he pulled the tight black undershirt he wore over his head. While the explosive hero used his garment to wipe his tired, sweaty face, Y/N watched his toned chest with rapture.
Her husband didn’t look like that she couldn't help but think. And immediately, she felt guilt replace that thought. Of course, he didn’t look like a pro hero. Her husband was a salaryman. Boring and safe, but a good man. He didn’t deserve this despite the fact he wouldn’t ever know that Y/N was making eyes at their ridiculously good-looking neighbor. 
Well, that wasn’t true. She did a lot more than make eyes, but it wasn't bad! And even then it was harmless.
But not harmless enough for Bakugou to ignore it. 
She remembered how a particular morning on the elevator it felt like she was getting through to Bakugou that there might have been something in return. Only for her husband to come calling after her and ruining everything.
Y/N remembered the way Bakugou’s amber eyes widened and then narrowed in anger. He didn’t say anything else and her idiotic husband proceeded to quietly fawn over Bakugou who ignored the praise and stormed off.  
Now Bakugou wouldn’t look twice at her and it was eating her alive.
As if someone was burning holes in her, the sensation broke her out of her thoughts and she met his searing gaze. They exchanged looks and it felt like hours the way they communicated with their eyes. Bakugou’s face became smug and he broke contact with a smirk. 
She felt humiliation awash over her and felt her eyes prickle with emotion. Despite her mortification, she couldn’t help but find his broad shoulders and toned back enticing as he walked away. She turned around and dashed off into the bedroom that she shared with her husband. 
Y/N flopped on her bed dramatically and then grabbed the nearest pillow to bury her face in. 
She was a terrible person. Of course, it was wrong for her to be doing this in her husband’s absence. But he left her alone for months on end for business trips. She would have felt a little better about herself if her husband had done the obvious and had an affair during the trips. But she knew that boring, emotionally unavailable man was too buried in work to even consider it. 
Besides, if Bakugou didn’t want anyone to look, maybe he should have drawn his blinds and then changed! 
She just wanted to be loved, and a bigger part of her wanted to be wrecked by her neighbor until she was nothing but a drooling, needy mess. Was that really so wrong?
 As her thoughts spiraled with inappropriate images, she let out a frustrated groan and squished her face against the pillow. She smelled the familiar lavender shampoo that she used last night during her shower and had fallen asleep with wet hair. The scent soothed her inner turmoil yet not enough to diminish the bubbling desire inside of her.
A knock awoke from her daydreams, and she sat up, startled. Who could that be? It wasn’t her husband; he wasn't due to be back till next month. Another knock came urgent and insistent, so she got up with a huff and was about to march out of her bedroom when she noticed she was still in her tank top and boy shorts. 
Y/N hesitated and wanted to at least put on a sweater when once again, a knock alarmed her. 
Annoyed, she sprinted to the door. And without even bothering to check, Y/N yanked open the door and snapped, “What is it? Why do you keep-”
She stopped mid-sentence, astounded – gawked at the man in front of her.
 Bakugou stood there with his arms crossed, pensive, and brows furrowed.
“What? Finish the sentence,” he barked, his arms loosened and hung by his side. His hands curled into tight fists and he looked like a minute away from blasting his quirk.
“Nothing!” Y/N yelped. “Please, come in.” She tried to soften her voice, hoping that would help alleviate his foul mood. 
It didn’t seem to have an effect judging by his face but he nevertheless took the invitation and stiffly walked inside the apartment. 
Bakugou looked around and seemed a bit uncomfortable in the surroundings. 
“You know I’m surprised to see you here.”
“Why? I can’t come here?”
“No! I mean we haven’t talked in a while. I thought maybe you didn’t want to …” Y/N looked down at the floor, unable to keep eye contact. “Keep talking to me.”
“I didn’t want to. We shouldn’t be,” Bakugou began. “Why didn’t you tell me you were married?” At this question, she felt his demanding gaze bore into her. 
“Because…” Y/N became speechless; she couldn’t fathom that he came over to have this conversation when they spent the last few weeks pretending that neither knew each other. A part of her also didn't want to voice her selfish reasoning either.
 “I didn’t think it was important,” she replied in a quiet voice after a few mins of hesitation.
It was wrong to say as Bakugou became even more incensed.
“It wasn’t important? It WASN'T IMPORTANT?” His volume got louder and louder until he was practically screaming in her face. 
“What the fuck were you thinking? Of course, it’s important!”
Bakugou came closer and closer until he crowded her until Y/N took a step back. But he didn’t allow her to go too far because he grabbed her arm and brought her chest to chest.
“You’re so shameless. I see the way you keep looking at me. You can’t help yourself, can you?” 
“That’s not true I-.” She swallowed heavily, unable to utter another word. A rush of shame and need coiled inside of her.
“Liar!” he barked close to her face—a puff of hot air tousled wisps of her bound hair.
“Just now through the window, you were eyeing me like … like you’ve never seen a shirtless man before.”
Bakugou spat those words out like an accusation, and she was the sinner being made to confess to her crimes. But it was a fruitless endeavor, and she hardly felt any guilt. 
She mustered up her courage and stared back defiantly at him.
“And? Are you going to arrest me, Dynamight?”
“Hah? You got a death wish?” his sweaty hands tightened around her wrist and she could smell whiffs of caramel emanating from Bakugou.
Not wasting another moment Y/N pulled him close and slanted her lips over his. Except Bakugou stood there unresponsive, not at all swayed. She pulled back angrily and shoved him. Not that it did much. He stayed steady and his chest felt warm and inviting. 
“Kiss me back, coward.”
A flicker of amusement in his eyes diminished as a scowl overcame his face.
“Don’t regret it later,” Bakugou muttered before he responded with a kiss of his own.
Keeping his hand secure behind Y/N’s head, he maneuvered and backed her up against the wall near the front door. 
Y/N groaned, feeling him cage her and tilt her head just enough so he had access to her neck. She shuddered as his sharp teeth laid their mark and his tongue followed up with a soothing reprieve. 
“Bakugou!” she gasped, running her hands up his black shirt and then settling them onto his shoulders.
Bakugou groaned her name and kissed her — entangling their tongues together and sucking and repeating that several times over until she was numb with pleasure and wasn’t aware of anything around her but him.
God, he even tasted sweet. She could feel his rough hands around her waist. Bunching up her top as he hurriedly pulled it up. She tried to wiggle to help him, but she couldn’t precisely focus when he was biting her lip. He separated himself from her, taking heaving breaths before frantically kissing her. 
His hands gave up on pulling her tank top over, he instead pulled down her tank top straps, and she helped by yanking it down further. Her chest now bare, he enclosed her chest with his hands. 
It was his touch that gave her pause. Earlier he was licking and grabbing anywhere he could reach as if he was desperate to keep her. As if he was afraid that someone would come to separate the two of them at any moment. But as he lavished his warm tongue to encircle her chest slowly- as if tracing and memorizing each detail, he was truly enjoying himself. 
She tugged his blonded tresses as he suckled from her. The moan that escaped him sent tingles throughout her body. Her vaginal walls made phantom spasms that squeezed around nothing, and she could feel herself getting wetter in her shorts. 
“Fuck!” he panted as he looked up at her. “I’m taking you right now. Can’t wait anymore.”
“Bedroom,” Y/N managed as he hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. 
As Bakuguou strode through her apartment with steadfast footsteps, Y/N hoped to return the favor by covering his neck in lovebites.
She nibbled on his warm skin as she inhaled the scent of rubble and burnt caramel.
“Right or left,” his chest rumbled, and Y/N pointed to the bedroom she was in earlier.
He didn’t stop until he dumped her on the bed and then immediately started to shed his clothes. 
She watched him, enraptured by his physique. It wasn’t fair. No one should look like that. Bakugous’s happy trail of blond hair made his soft yet girthy cock look mouthwateringly tantalizing. So, when he approached, climbing on the bed and pushing her down– she reached out with her hands and grasped his cock. 
“Let me taste you, please,” she coaxed low and sultry.
He was on top of her, not exactly letting her up, but he positioned himself exactly above her mouth. Y/N had to balance herself on her forearm, but she could lean to tentatively lick the head of his cock. 
Y/N felt him shudder, but he didn’t pull away. So, she took it as permission and took as much as she could of him and sucked.
It was funny because she didn’t like giving blowjobs. It was a chore when she had to do it for her husband so that he would reciprocate eventually, whereas Bakugou could leave her high and dry — she wouldn't even be mad. It was gross, saliva dripping from her mouth, but she’s never been so turned on in her life.
She felt him take a fistful of her hair and pulled himself out of her mouth.
“On your knees,” he hoarsely demanded. 
Y/N a little shook, awkwardly managed. She just made herself comfortable before she felt his hands on the shorts that she still somehow had on. He slid it down until it pooled around her knees and got stuck. She didn’t get to tug it off as Bakugou nudged her legs aside and settled over her. He didn’t waste time and lined himself against her entrance. 
Y/N choked when he didn’t give her time to adjust and shoved his fat cock inside of her.
Her body quivered from the force of his thrusts and she clutched the bedsheets desperately. His balls smacked against her creating this salacious wet sound that got her tightening around his cock.
“You like that? You been waiting for this cock, huh?” he muttered as he kissed her shoulder quickly.
Bakugou wasn’t loud like her husband was even as he was vigorously fucking her into the bed. His breathing was harsh, a groan here and there. But nothing like the loudmouth that he usually was. He was reserved in his responses not giving away how much he wanted her. It made her feel frustrated because she felt like molten lava and she voiced it, crying out for him. She wanted the same from him. Wanted him to express that he felt the same agony she did watching and craving him from afar. 
Y/N tried to focus on something else in vain other than the man pressing down on her. 
Then she noticed the bedsheets. It was the infamous sakura patterned ones.
Infamous because it reminded her of last year’s anniversary. How she had in vain made an effort to celebrate their wedding anniversary only for her husband to come home late with nothing to show for it. He only claimed that he had forgotten and would make it up to her tomorrow. He did half-heartedly by taking her out and fucking her lazily on these same sheets. She remembered desolately staring up at the ceiling. Hating her husband and the sakura patterned bed sheets.
A smack to her bottom jolted her back to the present.
“Where you at? When I’m fucking you, you better be only thinking about me.”
“Bakugou!” she cried out when she felt his fingers rub her clit to the rhythm of his thrusts. 
It was too much. The bedsheets, his cock being a perfect fit, and his thick calloused fingers pressing against her sensitive nub. Soon she was cumming, taking Bakugou by surprise and pulling him along for the ride.
He came inside and coated her walls white as he slumped on top of her sweaty body. He pulled her close, not minding the moisture and licking the saltiness from her skin. 
Y/N chuckled, not feeling guilty in the least. She felt liberated and accomplished in her wrongdoings. 
“I’m alone,” she started. To which he grunted absentmindedly, nipping the tops of her breasts.
“I’m completely alone for the next month,” she said, leaving the invitation open for him.
He snorted, "Not if I have something to say about that.”
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☛ AN: This prompt has taken me forever to post so if it doesn't post now I will scream. Hurray 2022!
☛ Warning: Mentions of graphic sexual content, oral sex, cheating, toxic & manipulative reader, and AM x Sir Nighteye.
☛ All Might x Gender Neutral Reader
☛ Summary: He was yours from the moment you saw him. He just didn't know yet. And now after this, he can't ignore it.
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Sounds pulsated through the room. Gasps and slurps were so generously slipping from your mouth. He buried his fingers into your hair and twisted.
“Ha!” you called out as a tug forced you in deeper.
“Y/N!” All Might forced out. He gritted his teeth as he desperately fought to keep the noise inside. “Your mouth is warm and taking me in so well.” A harsh thrust, and you feel yourself choke as his cock hits the back of your throat. “You deserve this. You wanted this. Waiting around for me to notice you.”
You did want this. You wanted it so desperately. Flirting with All Might was easy; getting him to blush and become flustered just by a few words and innocent touches was easy. Getting him to stay and getting him to slip was harder.
All Might thought he was in love with his sidekick. He was wrong, of course. You and him belonged. You knew everything there was to know about Yagi Toshinori. You would do everything and anything to make him happy. He just didn’t know it.
Even if it meant separating the legendary duo. Because All Might was yours, and no quirk would be able to foresay otherwise.
Saliva dripped messily as his member pushed in and out; teardrops clung to your eyelashes. A debauched sight that you could tell he enjoyed.
He always held himself back. Those flashes of guilt, the more tempting he found you.
You sucked in your cheeks and closed around his cock’s mushroom-like head. All Might’s breath hitched, and you felt his grip become harsher. You delighted in the pain as he pulled harshly on your hair.
In return, you dug in his muscular thighs with your nails. All Might’s chest heaved as he found to control himself. You pulled back from his cock to see beads of precum collect, and you used the flat of your tongue to swipe across his cock’s fathead.
“Y/N, suck,” he demanded and gently nudged your head with the hand that was entangled in your hair. “Stop being a tease. I’m tired of it.”
Of course, he was. There was only so much a man could take before he lost it. You twisted All Might around so much he couldn’t think of anyone but you.
Maybe that was why Sir Nighteye could hardly stand the sight of you nowadays. It had to be killing him inside, knowing All Might called out your name out while in bed with him.
But if you could deal with watching All Might and Sir Nighteye be obvious about their sickening affections in front of everyone, then Sir Nighteye could deal with the fact that All Might didn’t want him anymore.
You hated that man every fiber of your being. He made you feel lesser. Like your quirk wasn’t good enough. Like you weren’t good enough for All Might. Like you weren’t enough.
But now, everything that was his was becoming yours. First, you started with Might Tower, then All Might’s trust. And now you had the man himself.
You smiled as you sucked as All Might commanded, enjoying this in more ways than one.
You felt him shudder and let out a groan. His head lulled back, and he started languidly thrusting into your mouth.
You removed your hands that tightly gripped his thighs and started rubbing up and down his length. That got an even louder reaction from the buff hero, and he bit down on his fist to contain his noises.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” All Might mumbled against his knuckles.
Then right on time your ears picked up the sounds of footsteps, and All Might was too busy raptured by his pleasure to notice.
The door clicked when it slid open a few inches, and you see from the corner of your eye Sir Nighteye standing there, aghast.
You make eye contact and smirked as his eyes flashed with pain and anguish.
With a loud slurping sound, you enthusiastically resumed bopping up and down before reaching to caress All Might’s balls.
Maybe that was all he needed because he exploded, cuming hard and squirting in your mouth. You gagged and released him, which caused the rest of the cum to splash on your hair and face. You were forced to swallow the sudden onslaught, and you blinked, trying to prevent the cum from getting into your eyes as it dripped down your face and onto your shirt.
All Might let out a sigh and looked down at you happily.
“That was great -” he began but stopped when he noticed the door was open. “Nighteye…”
Sir Nighteye’s face twisted with betrayal but then became blank when he regained composure.
“I came in here to see if you wanted to go out tonight,” the bespectacled man said and then looked hatefully at you, still sitting down on your knees, debauched. “But I see you’re busy.”
Sir Nighteye then moved so quickly that you’d only see him move that fast in combat, leaving you two alone in the office.
“Wait!” All Might moved to follow as he fastened his pants, but you stood up and grabbed him before he could.
“Where are you going? Don’t leave. It’s not fair to leave me unsatisfied.”
“But Y/N! Did you see his face?”
You could see the poor man was upset. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone. He was too good for that. Still, you were not about to let them be alone even for a second.
Instead, you pulled All Might down by his collar and kissed him eagerly, showing him the desires that were still bubbling inside of you.
“I need you,” your voice begged. “Please.”
You smiled as All Might’s apprehension left little by little as you drew him close to you. You stood on your toes and left small kisses and nibbles on his neck, causing his stiff body to relax.
You clutched him close because you had him exactly where you wanted—all those months filled with agony craving for someone that wasn’t yours yet. But now you had won. He was finally yours.
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☆☆AN✮✮ Yes hello I'm late for Christmas I know. That's the story of my life. Late AF. Also I've been writing Himbo All Might for so long that writing flirty AM makes me tingly. I like it. I should write more of this.
✮✮Warnings★★ All Might x Male Reader. SFW.
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Oh no. This was bad.
He gnawed on his nails as the retweets kept increasing. As an artist, notoriety was welcomed by him. But not this way. Thankfully his pseudonym had come in handy, and no one knew it was him. Sorry, cornflower45000.
See, what had happened was one of his friends had requested an NSFW drawing after her present got lost in the mail. So feeling guilty, Y/N obliged and sent it off with a “Merry Christmas” and “Please don’t share it online.”
Only for her to share it online.
It’s not that Y/N wasn’t proud of his work. It was one of those rare moments where he couldn't nitpick at the flaws in his art. But he really didn’t want a nude drawing of All Might wrapped in Christmas lights and a Santa hat to go viral!
And the worst part was All Might was his boss! There was no way he could face the pro hero without uncontrollable sweating and blushing. Y/N worked so hard to remain calm and collected in his presence. To maintain professionalism when all he wanted was All Might to sign his underwear.
Well, that might be going a bit too far. Maybe just an autograph that Y/N could later get tattooed on his chest.
But now, if All Might found out it was him, there would be no doubt he was going to get fired. That's why he, Y/N, would confess to his crimes before he was.
Growing up, he was the type of kid who hated to lie and would immediately confess to his parents whenever he did something wrong. There was no way Y/N could sit in suspense and tolerate the guilt. It was going to eat him up alive otherwise.
“Y/N-san?” someone called.
His head snapped up, and he saw All Might’s receptionist looking at him expectantly.
“Yes?”
“You may go in now.”
“Thanks.” Y/N did a quick bow of his head and walked into All Might’s office.
The muscular hero was sitting at his desk in a signature yellow suit and had a worried look on his face as he did his paperwork.
Y/N excused himself, “Sorry to disturb you. I have something I want to talk about.”
All Might looked up, and a broad smile stretched across his face.
“Y/N! You can come talk to me anytime, and now I have an excuse not to do this paperwork.”
He then took his paperwork and shoved it into his drawer haphazardly.
“How can I help?”
“Before I say anything,” Y/N began. “I want you to know that I respect you, and I never wanted things to go this far. I hope you can forgive me.”
All Might frowned, “Are you ok? Did something happen?”
“It’s all my fault! I should never have done it. I didn't think she would post it on the internet!”
Y/N’s words confused All Might, who looked at him contemplatively. Y/N, on the other hand, didn't notice, continued his tirade.
“I acted unprofessionally, and I drew an image in your likeness. It became viral.”
He finished quietly, “It’s also a mature image.”
The hero leaned in and said, “What was that? I couldn't hear.”
“I drew a sexy picture of you with Christmas lights and a Santa hat!”
All Might blinked several times and just sat there in his chair. “Oh.”
“Was it nice at least?”
“All Might!” Y/N yelped. “You can’t ask that! You need to discipline me. As your employee, I violated some part of my contract. In fact, you should suspend me.”
“Y/N, I think that’s going a bit too far-”
“Without pay!” Y/N then slammed his hands on All Might’s desk and leaned in intensely. “I absolutely deserve it.”
The pro hero nodded and patted Y/N’s hands.
“I understand. You’re right. Y/N, you’re suspended for a week.”
“Without pay,” Y/N interrupted.
“WIthout pay,” All Might amended. “However, while you’re gone. You have an assignment. I want to commission you.”
“Me?” Y/N asked, pointing to himself. “What did you have in mind?”
“Think of it as a New Year’s gift. Fireworks going off in the background.”
Y/N wondered if he should be writing this down if All Might was serious about his request. But he never got to as he was tugged across the table by his shirt. He was leaning forward, balancing on his toes after being manhandled by the older hero.
A surprised moan erupted from Y/N when All Might pulled him into a kiss. His mind went blank, and he was helpless. Just as Y/N was about to respond to the pro hero’s probing tongue, his clothes were let go, and they separated. He felt lingering regret as he met All Might’s equally flustered and needy eyes.
Thankfully he walked around his desk to kiss Y/N again. He could feel All Might’s hands gently caressing his cheeks which was a sharp contrast to how he kissed. He had never been so dominated in his life as he was trapped between the desk and the pro hero’s hard body. Though Y/N’s harsh breathing filled the space, it was All Might’s voice that drowned it out. All Might panted and moaned his name desperately but dove right back to kiss Y/N again.
“Fireworks in the background and us kissing,” All Might gasped when he let go of him.
“What?”
“My commission,” he reminded Y/N. “I want that when you come back.”
Oh right. He was suspended. Why did that happen again? Y/N’s mind was spinning and he couldn't get a handle on his thoughts at all.
“And by the way, I lied. I saw that art that you drew of me,” All Might said. Y/N’s eyes grew wide at his admission. “I liked it; however, there was one thing that threw me off.”
Y/N stiffened when he felt the pro hero’s hands pluck his belt.
“The size was all wrong.”
His cheeks blushed crimson, and All Might grinned mischievously.
“You can leave now. I’ll see you in a week, Y/N.”
He awkwardly bowed and made his way out stiffly, partly because he was embarrassed and partly because his cock was straining against his pants. Just as he was about to open the door, he stopped when he heard All Might’s voice.
“Let me know the next time you draw a nude of me. I’ll give you a reference, so it’s more accurate.”
Y/N, flustered, slammed the door hurriedly and walked away to the sound of All Might’s laughter.
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(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ AN: Here's a short drabble enjoy because Baji is a good boy and deserves everything.
(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Warning: None. Baji x Fem reader. SFW.
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He didn’t like her. It wasn’t often that he had trouble with women. But Y/N was an uppity judgmental bitch. He could hear it in her voice that she thought him dumb and a waste of her time.
“So, you see, Baji-san. It’s all fairly simple, ne?” she said in a patronizing voice.
He looked down at the material he was supposed to be relearning with her. His tutor that the school assigned. Apparently, she was one of the top-ranking students in the entire school. Why she was wasting her time with him, he had no idea. Surely, she had better things to do. Maybe they offered her a scholarship for community service.
Che! Baji would rather be out there fooling around with Mikey and Draken. They were apparently going down to the beach like old times. He could be seeing babes in bikinis. Instead, he was here seeing Y/N in her uniform and thigh-high socks. Maybe he was seeing things but was that her bra peeking out of her shirt?
He immediately dropped his gaze onto the papers and nodded, pretending to be engrossed with whatever she was saying. Though after a few minutes as if he couldn’t help himself his eyes wandered right back to her shirt.
Did she not know that her top buttons were undone?
Y/N let out a sigh and Baji gulped seeing her chest rise just a bit and show a glance of what laid underneath before it disappeared again.
That’s it! Baji was a lost cause. He was going to go home and tell his mom sorry. All because he couldn’t keep his promise of passing his classes. She was going to be so disappointed. He wanted to make it up to her after all the legal mess that occurred earlier with the death of Shinichiro.
And now he was going to fail because of his dick.
“Ok, so what’s the answer here..” Her voice sounded so far away.
“Baji-san? Hello? What are you looking at?..... Eppp!-“
The squeal she let out pierced his ears and he winced. Rubbing his ears, he prepared himself for no doubt a lecture about respecting women and paying attention.
He glanced at her only to be astonished by what he was seeing. Her buttons were fastened, and she was clutching her shirt tightly. But that wasn’t what caught him off guard.
She was beet red and looked utterly embarrassed. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. Baji thought she would rub it in his face that he thought her attractive. And how she wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot poll.
Caught off guard he stood up. “I didn’t see anything!”
Well, he saw a bit of her cleavage and lace. But it really wasn’t that bad. He had seen much worse in some of the nudie magazines he owned.
His apology just made her blush even more and she looked to the side.
“It’s fine,” she whispered and fiddled with her uniform.
She was so flustered that it was almost cute. Which made him even harder.
“Maybe we should end it here today,” he said hurriedly trying to grab his stuff.
“Oh,” she blinked confusingly. “Are you sure?”
He paused unsure of what she meant. Surely, she didn’t want to stay and continued studying like he hadn’t just been caught ogling her.
“I’m sure.” And Baji threw in stuff in his backpack.
He tried to sprint off all the while making sure his dick wasn’t visible against his pants.
“Wait don’t go!” she called out.
Baji stopped in his tracks and eyed Y/N.
Was this a trick? He knew she didn’t like him just from their first few sessions. Y/N would rarely look at him and just hand over practice sheets for him to complete. That she would correct and give it back. She never talked unless it was to explain. A permanent frown on her face as she fiddled with her flip phone. As soon as the hour was up, she would grab her bag and leave without a word.
He scoffed and turned towards the door.
“Please! I’m not mad.”
Astonished, he glanced back to see her distraught. That was the most emotion she had ever shown him. Seeing that he had stopped, Y/N walked to him and grabbed his hand.
Then she tugged and brought him over to the table where they were studying.
Usually, if it was anyone else, they would have gotten a black eye. But Baji didn’t put his hands on a girl unless it was to take off her clothes. So, he just let her lead him to see what she would have him do.
“So, you’re really not mad?” Baji asked quirking his eyebrow.
She nodded her head slowly.
He settled back into his chair and brought out his work that he haphazardly shoved in his bookbag earlier. They spend the next 30 mins studying again. The numbers helping his arousal to settle down while Y/N was ignoring him. Preferring to look down at her hands?
Baji sighed, why was she like this? She was the one who insisted he come back only to act like that. He couldn’t wait for these exams to be over, so he didn’t have to awkwardly sit here wondering why this girl disliked him so much.
“This is the last one,” Baji said after he finished everything. He handed over the sheets and got ready to take off before she stopped him again.
“Baji-kun!”
“What?” he snapped, annoyed. He just wanted to go home now.
She flinched but looked determined.
“I like you!”
Wait. What? Of all the things Y/N could have said this was something he was not expecting. Baji stared at her stupefied. Where the hell did that come from?
“I thought you hated me.”
“N-no! Why would you think that?”
He said sarcastically, “Maybe because you ignore me and don’t even look at me when we’re supposed to work together.”
Y/N’s eye teared up and her bottom lip wobbled. Ah shit. Now he’s done it and made a girl cry.
Baji tossed his bag on the floor and brought her in for a hug. She was hiccupping and trying to say something.
“I-I didn’t mean it. I like you so much that I was nervous and didn’t know what to say.”
Her voice was muffled but he clearly heard what she said. So, every negative thing he ever thought about her was wrong and a misunderstanding.
Shit. How could she be so cute?
There was a giddiness inside of him. Baji never thought that a guy like him would get a heartfelt confession from a girl. Even if he did make her cry just a bit. He bet Mikey and even Draken who was stuck on Emma didn’t get something like that. This was much better than watching girls on the beach.
The next thing he did was what he wanted to do since he met her. Y/N let out a squeak when Baji crowded her and sealed his mouth over hers hungrily. He kissed and kissed until he had her memorized thoroughly. Still, he felt like he hadn’t gotten enough of her.
When he withdrew from her, Y/N’s lips were puffy and shiny. Feeding a craving that wasn’t diminished one bit.
He grinned at her; his canines prominent, “So, pretty girl. Got any plans later?”
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Hello peoples! Long time no see. First and foremost I apologize for disappearing for months on end. I had some personal issues involving mental health. I couldn't make myself write anything. i had gotten into the habit of writing every day and shit happened. And all of that went away. I'm still not ok and I still have to force myself sometimes. Which sucks. But I'm hoping things get better. So I'm not back yet and I will update whenever I can. Thank you to those who stick around. I appreciate it. I hope y'all are doing better than me. XOXO.
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☆゚.*・。゚AN: I wrote this a while back and now I finished it finally yay. This prompt's based on the canonical timeline before Takemichi starts time traveling,
☆゚.*・。゚ Warnings: Graphic violence and canonical character death. Fem Reader x Mikey.
☆゚.*・。゚ Summary: Delinquents are no good and Y/N knew that. But why is it that she was unable to look away from him?
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One. Two.
Y/N counted the beats in her head and pictured her body moving along to the rhythm. She let out a sigh and just let herself get carried away. It was almost easy to forget the loud boys on the train.
However, it seemed that she was the only one actively trying to bury herself in her iPod. In contrast, the semi-empty train’s occupants were either annoyed or terrified at the riffraff. A boy with long blond hair seemed happy to stuff his face, and another one had a shaved head with a dragon tattoo. Clearly, his parents weren’t the responsible type if they let their son get away with such a thing. The curious duo were surrounded by a group of youth who vaguely resembled the out-of-control delinquents on the news.
Trouble, that’s exactly what they were Y/N decided. And she didn’t have time for trouble nowadays. Not when she was so busy. The long-haired teen perked up from his snack, and she quickly turned away. Hopefully, he didn’t notice her curious appraisal lest he tried to get her attention and mess with her. Y/N was all too aware of men who would try things with a lone girl. Thinking they could bully her into doing things she didn’t want to. She sighed with relief when she peered through her bangs to notice no one was watching her.
“Next stop is Shibuya station! Pleas- “
Y/N quickly pressed pause on her large pink brick of an iPod and secured her bag’s handle on her shoulder. As she got ready to stand up, her movement though not loud, immediately caught the attention of the boisterous group. Y/N ignored the chills coursing throughout her body and stood near the train's doors, ready to bolt as soon it opened.
She jumped when she felt her school uniform skirt being flipped and turned around abruptly to face her assailant.
A random scrub seemed disappointed to find gym shorts underneath her skirt rather than panties. Yeah, she was just too smart for that now. Y/N tried to control the anxiety running through her veins.
“Aw man! Didn’t even get a proper look. You with the glasses! Are you the type to wear lace?”
She shakingly lifted her head to make eye contact with the rowdy adolescent.
“What are you looking at?” he snarled and grabbed her wrist. Y/N tried to twist out of his grasp in vain.
The long-haired boy lost his dazed look and seemed interested in their encounter. While dragon tattoo’s eyes narrowed at the scene.
“Don’t touch me,” Y/N murmured under her breath.
“Huh?? What was that?” The bald bully leaned in closer mockingly. The larger tattooed adolescent got up in a hurry and stalked angrily towards them.
“Ora! What the hell do you think you’re doing, Teme?” Dragon tattoo yelled at his subordinate, who seemed shaken at being addressed. “We don’t mess with girls!”
Y/N looked at the tattooed giant in shock. Was he defending her? This day was getting weirder and weirder.
Unable to keep still, she pulled the scrub close, using his hold on her against him, and then promptly judo flipped him. It was a bit harder than she was used to due to the weight, but she still heard the impact of the body’s landing on the train’s floor.
A chorus of astonished yells erupted, followed by pained groans.
“Shit. You got him good,” the taller boy exclaimed.
“Hey! What’s your name? I’m Mikey,” a cheerful voice yelled.
Unable to cope with the sudden attention of the entire train on her, which coincidentally at the same time the train opened its door, Y/N practically ran out. Ran until she became nothing more than a whisper and stranger amongst the crowd exiting the train station. Yet despite being no longer in their company, she could still feel the weight of the boy’s gaze. His dark eyes and long blond hair became imprinted in her mind.
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Y/N felt a weight lift off her shoulders, seeing the grade in front of her in bright red ink. She had studied day and night to earn a good grade. Finally, things were going her way. She had a long way to go before college, but if she formed a diligent habit now then-
She looked annoyed as the train’s door opened, and a group of rowdy boys stepped through. She stiffened when she noticed it was the long-haired blonde and the dragon tattooed delinquent.
“The train again, Mikey? When’s your bike going to get fixed?” A chubby bald boy asked. Well, he sounded more like a man, but the roundness to his face betrayed his youth.
“And,” a white-haired boy interrupted. “Why do we have to ride with you just because your bike is broken?”
“Mikey” smiled and responded cheerfully, “Because it’s fun!”
The group all grumbled and cussed under their breaths before taking a seat.
Y/N tried to keep her eyes off them and to mind her own business. But she couldn’t help herself. The eclectic group was so weird but it seemed to contain this air of comfortableness and comradery like they’d been friends for ages.
A sting of old jealousy blossomed in her heart. She didn’t have any friends. Most times she didn’t mind being alone. Being alone meant she could study and not be distracted by unimportant drama. But it also meant that she was incredibly lonely.
A movement from the corner of her eye snapped Y/N out of her stupor. A chill went down her spine.
Mikey grinned serenely and leaned into Y/N’s face. She moved back, uncomfortable at the proximity.
“You’re that girl from that day!” he exclaimed and mimicked a judo flip with an invisible foe.
“Can you please give me space,” she muttered. A request which Mickey listened to and stepped back.
“T-thank you.”
She was taken back by the supposed delinquent listening to her.
Y/N knew some of the horror stories of troublesome teens who had nothing better to do with their lives than to cause chaos. Her law-abiding police officer father would frequently go on a tirade about Tokyo's recent uptick of gang activity. She knew all too well what these guys were capable of.
“Hey, where did you learn to do that flip?” There was a shine of curiosity in his eyes, almost childlike.
Y/N blushed at the attention the handsome boy was bestowing on her. Even if he was a troublemaker, he was still quite good looking and rarely did any ikemen actually talk to her.
“I took Judo when I was young, but I stopped after elementary school.”
“Oh,” Mikey became crestfallen, and there was this rush inside of her to immediately reassure him so he could return to his happy-go-lucky self. But there was no need because quickly, the jovial smile came back.
“Your strength sucked, but your form was great.”
Y/N, despite herself, was amused at the half insult and half compliment. She found herself more and more perplexed at the enigma that was Mikey.
“Mikey, let’s go back to our seat,” the taller tattooed adolescent interrupted, and he grabbed Mikey by the scruff of his shirt.
“Ken-chin! She doesn’t mind do you…,” Mikey’s eyes widened. “Wait! What’s your name again?”
“L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you,” she greeted with a quick nod. Only to berate herself mentally for giving her name away. Idiot. Now she was becoming friendly with delinquents. If her father knew, he would have an aneurysm.
“I’m Mikey, and this is Ken-chin. Now we’re friends.” Mikey then took a seat right beside Y/N and stuck his tongue out at his friend.
Y/N nervously swallowed and said, “I don’t mind as long as that guy from last time isn’t here.” She sneaked a peek over to the rest of the guys who were unashamedly staring at them back.
“Oh him? We took care of it, right, Ken-chin?”
Ken-chin nodded. “He was some lackey that recently joined. Tokyo Manji doesn’t mess with women.”
Tokyo Manji. Was that the name of their group? She had never heard of it before.
Y/N just nodded, not sure what to say to two gang members. What if she pissed them off by opening her mouth? She gulped and decided not to test that theory.
“So,” Mikey started, and he looked pointily down at her school uniform. “What school do you go to? I don’t recognize your uniform.”
She looked down at her red and pale pink uniform. Noticing her bow was sloppily tied, she discretely tried to fix the bow with Mikey’s gaze on her.
“It’s a private girls' only school,” she muttered.
“That sounds boring.”
��Ken-chin’ then asked, “Can I sit here?” He pointed to the space next to her.
Y/N stiffened and wanted to say no. Two boys were going to sit on each side of her, and she wasn’t entirely comfortable with that.
“Of course, K-ken-san?” she replied tentatively. Unsure of how to address him.
He snorted,” San? Call me Draken.”
Draken like dragon? That was a pretty cool name, even if she didn’t believe that was his real name. If it was then, Y/N felt sorry for the boy because it was clear his parents were truly negligent.
“So, what kind of parfait do you like?”
Y/N looked at Mikey confusingly. What did dessert have to do with anything? She turned towards Draken for answers, who just seemed resigned.
“I-I like crepes better. Especially with frosting and chocolate sauce.”
Mikey nodded thoughtfully, “That’s a good answer. There’s a café right by our school that makes great crepes. What was its name again?” He cartoonishly thought for a minute.
“Red Cherry,” Draken interrupted.
“Yup! That’s the one. You should come with us sometimes.”
She immediately wanted to say no. There was no way she was willingly going to hang out with them. Mikey seemed nice enough, but they were still delinquents. So, she made lame excuses trying to dissuade them from continuing the conversation.
When the train announced her station, Y/N almost leaped off her seat in joy.
“Ja ne!” Mikey called out to Y/N.
She waved goodbye then as soon as the train’s doors opened left hurriedly. Her hand tenderly rubbed where she could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Despite feeling a bit relieved, she glanced back to see Mikey peering through the window and giving her a smile with a peace sign.
Y/N tentatively grinned as the bullet train sped away, only allowing a glimpse of golden streaks of his hair.
A part of her hoped that was the end, but a different part wondered if she would ever see him again.
She shook her head. Nope, no need to make it out to be more than what it was. Even if he was cute just by his little entourage, it wasn’t hard to guess he was bad news. And Y/N didn’t do bad news. Sure, bad boys were a lot of fun, but that was for daydreams and fantasy only. Not real life.
And with that resolve, she resolutely put Mikey in the back of her mind.
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Y/N opened the ice cream wrapper and stuck the fudgy pop in her mouth. The sweetness almost made her feel better. Almost being the keyword. She sniffed miserably and then sucked the chocolate pop some more. She had gotten back her recent test scores. The papers in her backpack with their red marks were weighing her down with disappointment.
An 89. It was a disgrace. All that studying for a measly B. If her family disowned her, she wouldn’t even fight it. She deserved it.
She was distracted by her misery, not even noticing the sound of a motorbike approaching. Y/N was startled by the appearance when it stopped next to her.
Her eyes widened to see the familiar blond hair and cheerful smile.
“Y/N-chi! Long time no see.”
It was true Y/N hadn’t seen Mikey in weeks since that time he sat next to her. She thought he would have forgotten her by now since she never saw him on the train again. Looking down at his bike, it was easy to see why. He no longer needed it.
Wait a second. Y/N-chi? Her cheeks burned at the nickname Mikey bestowed on her.
“Hey, your ice cream is melting.”
She looked distractedly to see the chocolate dripping her palm and making its gooey way down her wrist.
“Huh. I didn’t even notice.” Deciding just to finish it before it made an even bigger mess, she was about to put the popsicle in her mouth when her wrist was grabbed.
“Mine!” Mikey then happily stuck the rest of the ice cream in his mouth.
“Y-you! That was mine!”
The long-haired blond seemly ignored her and licked his lips in satisfaction. She would be more upset, but it was hard to focus on her ire when he was distractingly licking himself like that. And the worst part was that he didn’t even notice how he was affecting her!
“Ne, why were you crying?”
Y/N became flustered at his attention now that the sweet treat no longer occupied him.
“What do you mean? I wasn’t crying.”
A confused look came over his face before Mikey shrugged. She felt her heart pound at the sight. It wasn’t fair gangsters shouldn’t be so cute.
“If you say so. Are you going home?” he asked while patting the seat behind him. “Come. I’ll give you a ride.”
“Ehhh? But what about helmets?”
“I’m a good driver; you won’t need it. Trust me.”
Y/N hesitated. Already, her brain reminded her with statistics of how likely motorcycle drivers would die in an accident without helmets. Her father had given quite the lecture when he found her cousin had been driving without one. Those gruesome accounts were hard to forget even now.
Mikey patted the seat harder, “Hurry up! I heard it was gonna rain today.”
Unable to put him off longer, she came to stand near the bike. Eying it cautiously, she handed her schoolbag to Mikey and then swung her leg over with a careful hand on his shoulder.
“Alright, I’m ready,” she said when she was situated, pulling his shirt and trying to get her bag back.
“I thought girls don’t like to sit sprawled like that when they’re wearing skirts,” he replied, giving back her belongings.
“I wear gym shorts underneath, so it’s fine.”
“You’re pretty smart, unlike Emma.”
Who could Emma be? She frowned at the idea that perhaps that was his girlfriend. Should he be giving rides to her? What if this Emma found out about it? Y/N had been the witness to many fights between girls at her school about nonsensical things like boyfriends. It was barbaric and immature to resort to violence over small things.
Before Y/N could voice her opinions, though, Mikey revved up his bike and took off with a whoop!
She yelped at the speed and held onto Mikey’s shirt tightly.
“Slow down!”
“Why would I do that? This is so much better!”
“Mikey, you liar!” Y/N yelled before ducking her face into his back. She felt him, with one hand, remove her hands from their vice-like grip and wrap them around his waist.
She became speechless by the proximity. It was easy to be distracted from the speed of Mikey’s bike when she could practically feel his abs over his shirt.
“So, where do I go now?” he shouted over the wind.
Y/N shouted out the directions to her house while battling her windswept hair that kept being blown into her mouth. She purposely made him stop two places down from her actual home. Her father didn’t need to see her on the back of a motorcycle with no helmet. Plus, who knows what he might say at the sight of Mikey. Despite his good looks, he was a thorough delinquent, and she didn’t want to risk a lecture today.
“Thank you so much,” she said while carefully maneuvering off the motorbike. “Although, in the future, maybe you shouldn’t give out rides to other girls.”
That got Mikey to stop revving his bike and stare at her.
“Why not?’
Y/N huffed,” Well, your girlfriend won’t be happy about it. And I’m not going to fight a girl for you.”
That just got an even blanker look. He was starting to resemble an axolotl.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Then who is Emma?”
He chuckled and tugged some of her long tresses. “Silly Y/N. Emma is my sister.”
A blush overtook her face, and embarrassment flooded through her body.
“I should get going now. It’s getting late,” she said quickly, making excuses.
“I’m glad you’re not sad anymore. You look better when you smile,” he called out before turning his motorbike around and speeding off.
The redness that was barely beginning to cool off on her face once again rushed through, making her feel lightheaded.
He really was trouble.
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She repeatedly blinked, trying to comprehend the sight before her. Y/N was beside herself. Never could she have guessed that she would see this sight. Mikey was standing outside of her school, seemingly glaring at the school’s locked gates.
She gulped and hurried to his side as he was attracting unwanted attention from her peers.
“Mikey!”
His face lit up, and he said, “About time. I’ve been waiting.”
Y/N knew that because she had gotten his text earlier saying he wanted to hang out on a school day of all things. She vehemently refused because she didn’t want to explain to her parents why she decided to skip when exams were only a week away. So, Mikey responded with pouts and sad emojis before finally understanding she wasn’t going to budge and that he would meet her after school ended.
She hadn’t taken him seriously, and now there he was. Mikey could have kicked those heavy gates open if he wanted, but she knew he hadn’t for her benefit. So, she was at least grateful for his discretion.
As she followed him out onto the streets, she couldn’t help but notice something was off about Mikey. Instead of pestering her to go to a nearby café like they usually did, he stopped at a park.
When Mikey sat down on a bench, he invited her to sit with him.
“Help me with this,” he said and then shoved a bag into her hands. The bag contained bandages and alcohol wipes.
“Why do you need this?”
Y/N didn’t need an answer when the answer was self-explanatory just by looking at his bruised fists.
She became aghast at his request. “Who hurt the invincible Mikey?”
“Heh. You should see the other guy’s face.”
She frowned at his carefree attitude. Getting to know him over a couple of months, Y/N knew Mikey rarely took injuries seriously. She rifled through the plastic bag and pulled out the alcohol wipes.
“Don’t,” she grumbled and then pressed down the wipe firmly against his skin. “Be a smart ass.”
“You know, Y/N-chi. Looking at you like this, I think you can become a doctor one day, and you’re pretty smart to boot,” Mikey said, hardly noticing her rough treatment.
“You got that from me putting bandages on? Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re hardly a good judge.”
“And when you become a doctor, you should keep taking care of me.”
She scoffed, “Becoming a doctor is hard work, you know? Something that you, Mr. I get 30s on my test hardly know about.”
“Math sucks. You can’t blame me.”
“Math isn’t that bad all you need to do is pay attention and study.” Which she knew he rarely did. He preferred to skip school and only really attended lunch before going off to do Tokyo Manji business.
Mikey stuck out his tongue, “Blech. That sounds awful.”
She shook her head. “But don’t you want to graduate high school at least?”
“Nah, I think middle school is as far as I’m gonna go.”
They had this discussion before where Y/N was horrified to find out about his future plans. She kind of hoped that the gang stuff was a phase before he would move on as he matured. But he seemed dead set on it. He also mentioned opening a bike shop like his older brother, which had more potential. Mikey was so carefree in a way that she couldn’t relate to. She had her future planned. Although Y/N wasn’t sure what she wanted to do just yet (a fact that induced anxiety in her), she was sure to put in a 110% effort just like she did in everything else.
Y/N blew lightly on his inflamed knuckles before carefully weaving the elastic wrap around.
“There!” she said before noticing Mikey gazing at her intensely. “What?”
He looked down, his long blond hair hiding his facial expression. “N-nothing.”
“Ne, promise me,” he said before looking up again and sticking out his pinky.
She looked at his hand puzzlingly and couldn’t help but notice how long and pretty his fingers were.
“Promise what?”
“That when you become a doctor that you’ll take care of me whenever I get into fights.”
“Mikey! I can’t promise you-“
He shook his pinky in a threatening manner. “Promise!”
Y/N sighed, resigned, and linked her pinky with his. “Fine. I promise to fix you up whenever you get into trouble. Happy?”
His face broke out into a happy grin, and it wasn’t too long before his infectious happiness affected her. She giggled and laughed when he started tickling her, catching her off guard.
Mikey is trouble
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Y/N flinched when she heard the door creak. She waited, expecting her parents to come storming down the stairs. When nothing happened, she let out a sigh of relief and then proceeded to pry open the door and lock it behind her carefully.
She bent down to adjust her tennis shoe a bit and jammed her Achille’s heel in. She opened her flip phone and recognized the address sent by Mikey as being a few blocks away from her.
This was insane. He had called her out in the middle of the night. 2 AM to be exact. Before she had met him, she was the type to be curled up in bed by 8 PM. 9 if she was staying up and studying for exams. But there was something in his voice, desperate and hoarse, that she couldn’t refuse. So, here she was, running down the streets as fast as her unathletic body would allow her.
There was no rush, no deadline. But everything from the situation to the goosebumps on her body screamed that she needed to be there immediately. Her lungs burned, and she kept going despite feeling like she couldn’t take another step. Mikey needed her.
Y/N saw him leaning against a streetlight, looking out of place wearing his black boilersuit adorned with kanjis in the affluent neighborhood. No delinquent would have ever been caught dead here, especially with police officers patrolling here every few hours.
“Mikey!” she hissed, unsure if she should be yelling at this time of the night. “Are you ok? What’s going on?”
He didn’t answer and looked up from the ground. She flinched seeing the dead look in his eyes, and almost stepped back in fear when he came closer.
That fear was unfounded as Mikey only tugged her closer in for a hug.
For several minutes she didn’t move, and he didn’t say anything either. They just stood there as Mikey clutched her as if she was his anchor and he was about to come undone. Then she felt him shaking and letting out little choked gasps as if he was struggling to breathe.
“Please,” Y/N begged.
She didn’t know what she was pleading for. What could have happened that caused Mikey to crumble like this? She almost didn’t want to know.
“Ken-chin. He’s-. “He cut himself off suddenly as if he couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Dread began to bubble in her stomach. Draken, despite his fearsome appearance, was quite the chivalrous guy. And though she didn’t know his entire story (she only knew bits and pieces), he grew up with much integrity as he could despite his background. She felt awful about how she first judged Draken, but over time became fond of him.
Mikey let go of her and straightened up. His face was blank, showing none of the distress Y/N was sure he was feeling.
“Ken-chin is gone. He was injured during a fight, and he didn’t make it.”
Her mouth opened and closed several times. She always had something to say, whether it was rebuking Mikey for his antics or for lending advice. But now, she had nothing. What could she say?
So, Y/N brought him in for a hug this time and didn’t let go.
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know why she was apologizing, except she felt the need to. And she continued to, the only words that fell her mouth.
Sorry that Draken’s life was cut short. Sorry that he would never experience all the adult things that he and Mikey were looking forward to. Sorry that he never got the chance to live for something beyond a life of delinquency.
Y/N should have felt justified in her distaste of their lifestyle. She had previously warned Mikey that being a delinquent despite his well-intentioned beliefs wasn’t going to lend to a satisfying life. And it seemed like she was right. But it felt so bittersweet. Most of all, she didn’t feel it was right to point fingers when Mikey was hurting.
“I’m sorry too.”
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Y/N laid flat against the wall as she watched the gigantic man in an impeccable suit walk away gingerly as if he hadn’t just heard the gunshot go off.
She knew him. Was it Honma? Haan… Hanma! That was it. He was Mikey’s associate that previously leered at her when she threw a drink in his face. Mickey told her later that he had a few words with Hanma in case he bothered her again.
She was holding her breath in case she made noise. Only when the taller man was no longer in view did she hurriedly run into the apartment.
“Mikey!” she called anxiously. “Are you in here?”
Y/N listened intensely, and then she heard quick breathing and small groans. She immediately ran towards the noise only to freeze at the scene. Mikey was watching intensely at the man who was spurting out blood.
Mikey spared her a look, and unconcerned at the man dying in his kitchen, he walked over to her.
“When did you come in?”
Horrified, she could not keep her eyes off the blood that was flowing and covering every inch of his pristine floor.
“Y/N, look at me,” his gentle voice coaxed. “That’s it. Keep your eyes on me.”
She didn’t even know when he steered her into his living room and made her sit down on the sofa. She heard him turn away and speak into his cell phone, his voice insistent and dangerous before he hung up.
“Mikey? Wha-why is that man?” she couldn’t bear to finish that sentence.
He placed a finger on her lips. “Shh. It’s all taken care of. Nothing to worry about.”
“Let me help! He could die!”
“Well, that’s the whole idea,” Mikey said under his breath.
She blinked, “What?”
“Come on, Sweetheart. There’s no need for you to be here.”
Y/N didn’t protest as he made her leave his apartment. Too flabbergasted at the sudden intimate nickname, he never called her that. Their relationship never breached that point. She was too afraid of everything it meant to be involved with a guy like Mikey, who every day didn’t resemble the young kid she met when she was younger.
Sometimes she wondered as his eyes lingered in places that felt too intimate. But then his eyes would grow dull, and she thought it might have been just a trick of the light.
It was when the cold air of the night hit her face; she realized something.
“Mikey! Are you ok?” she asked frantically and touched him, trying to see if he was ok. “You didn’t get hurt, right?”
“Ne, do you remember that promise you made me?”
Her brows furrowed, and she was determined to ignore his antics as she examined him closely for any signs of injury.
“Y/N,” Mikey demanded in a tone of finality.
“What? I’m trying to make sure you don’t have a concussion like the last time,” she replied, exasperated. “I may be a doctor, but even I can’t perform miracles if you don’t take care of yourself.”
He waited a few seconds for her to relax and realize that he wasn’t joking.
“What promise?” Y/N asked.
“The one where you promised to fix me whenever I get into fights.”
She let out an aggravated sigh. Unsure of where he was going with this. “I remember, and I’ve been helping out ever since then.”
“Even despite your families’ wishes,” he interjected.
“Even then.”
Y/N remembered the utter catastrophe when her father found out about the friendship between herself and Mikey. He was livid, and now their relationship further soured with Tokyo Manji’s activities creating chaos throughout Tokyo.
“But would you still stay with me now that I’m the one breaking others?”
Y/N knew what he was asking. She wasn’t stupid. Of course, she knew what kind of trouble he got into every night. It was no longer petty theft and graffiti. It had involved kidnapping, drugs, prostitution, and whatever illicit activities the gang had wroth.
She even heard of a van killing a few bystanders because of Tokyo Manji. She knew.
So, Y/N reached out and covered his hand with hers.
“I’ll stay by your side until you don’t need me.”
He smiled at her words, a slight upturn of his lips. His eyes, though were shiny with indescribable feelings.
“It seems like you’re the only one left. Thank you.”
A gasp left Y/N when Mikey suddenly crushed his mouth over hers. Just as quickly as it happened, Mikey pushed her away.
“But I also know you’ve been leaking information to your father. Go home, Y/N. And forget what you’ve seen here and don’t come back.”
Despite his words, he looked exceedingly sad and heartbroken. Like this was the last thing he ever wanted to do.
Heart racing, Y/N stuttered, “Mikey I- “
His face hardened, and the emotions became sealed away. “Go home. Or the next body in my kitchen will be yours.”
She wanted to say something. Anything to make Mikey come back. But he was too far gone. The boy who would gush about parfaits and crepes was gone. So, she watched him turn his back to her and leave. He was taking her heart with him just as she would with his.
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AN: I've been MIA cause mental health's took a nosedive but I felt up for a drabble so here you go. Artwork is the Manga's official artwork and cover so the credits go to Horikoshi.
Warning: None! Fluffy goodness and catitude. Aizawa x GN Reader
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“Shouta, if I had ever to choose between Cookie Monster and you. I would immediately choose Cookie,” Y/N said sternly shoving the confused tuxedo cat in front of the perpetually tired man.
The pro hero just blinked and looked down at the cat who stared back with her olive-green eyes and blinked in return before proceeding to clean her face with white mitten like paws.
“Y/N, why are you bothering the cat? And what brought this on?”
Y/N shrugged and let down Cookie who proceeded to rub against Aizawa and rolled over on her stomach.
“I saw this tiktok where this lady was talking about how she fought with her boyfriend who hated cats, so she threw him out and kept the cat.”
That statement caused Aizawa to pause as he teased the cat before he resumed.
“I like cats though, so this conversation doesn’t make sense.”
They paused unsure if they should continue.
“Y/N,” Aizawa said sternly. “What did you do?”
They flailed and replied in one breath, “It’sCookie’sfault!Shebroughthome-“
Their spiel was stopped by Aizawa’s hand. “Take a deep breath and speak slowly.”
“Cookie had kittens.”
Aizawa’s frowned and the bags under his eyes seemed even more prominent. “But she’s fixed. How?”
“Oh. I don’t think they’re her kittens. She adopted them. I opened the door this morning to let her out like I usually do but she came back in an hour with four kittens following her.”
The tired man let out a sigh and resisted the urge to pinch his nose in exasperation.
“Where are they now?”
“In the spare bedroom. I’ve got them all set up there.”
Aizawa immediately straightened himself to head there while Y/N followed behind him. He opened the door to see various patterned fluff balls sleeping away on the bed.
He shook his head and quietly closed the door again.
“I knew I shouldn’t have brought you in.”
“Who Cookie?”
“No, you. I shouldn’t have asked you to come over if I knew you would end up eventually moving in.”
Y/N rolled their eyes and tugged the man in a hug. “Hush, grumpy. You know you like me.”
He shuffled out of their arms and headed to the duo's shared bedroom to probably take a nap. “You’re more trouble than you realize.”
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I updated and you can read it: here. Leave reviews and Kudos all that jazz. This chapter has explicit smut so read at your own discretion.
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Don't tease me, Y/N
●AN: I wrote this because I was watching Don't tease me, Miss Nagatoro and I thought what if Bakugou was in Senpai's place and Tada you got this drabble.
●Warning: None! fluffy goodness Senpai Bakugou x Fem Kohai Reader
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An arm grabbed and prevented him from leaving.
“Huh? Which one of you assholes have a death wish,” Bakugou barked.
“Senpai!” And Y/N’s face popped in front of him.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”
“Kyah! I love it when you yell at me. Do it again,” Y/N practically purred.
Bakugou gritted his teeth and pretended that his ears weren’t steaming. He grabbed and pushed her into a nearby empty classroom.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
With a Cheshire grin, she said, “Ho? What’s wrong, Sen-pa-i~ Don’t tell me you're embarrassed? The indestructible Dynamight affected by his little old kohai?”
“I’m not embarrassed I’m mad! Last time you grabbed my ass in the hallway, you fucking pervert!”
Y/N gasped dramatically and clutched her heart. “I wasn’t trying to touch your butt! I was trying to hold hands…”
She fluttered her eyes and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Besides I can’t help it. I like you. In fact, I’m pretty sure I lo-“
Bakugou immediately covered her mouth. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence!”
Instead of backing away like anyone else would, she just licked his hand. He quickly removed his hand and wiped it onto his pants.
“You’ve got a screw loose, don’t you?”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why don’t you want me to finish that sentence?” She smirked suddenly and he knew he wasn’t going to like whatever she was about to say. “Unless you’re scared.”
He scoffed and replied, “Hah? What would I be scared of?”
“You’re scared that if I said those three little words then you wouldn’t be able to run away from me again.”
He slammed his hand down on a table. “I’m not scared of anything.”
She snorted and let out a laugh. “Liar. When I told you to kiss me, you screamed at me and told me to fuck off.”
“You asked me to do that in front of all those extras. What did you expect?”
Y/N came closer and fiddled with his uniform buttons. “I expected you to not be a coward.”
He let out a feral growl and pushed himself directly into her face.
“Hehe. You’re so cute when you get mad, Senpai.”
She was so annoying. There hasn’t been a day since he met the first year that she hadn’t gotten on his nerves. No matter what he did, Y/N would always find a way to get under his skin and tease him. Sure, Shitty Hair and Pikachu tried and got away with it. But rarely would a girl have the guts to do it. A girl that was younger than him.
“Fuck you.” He grabbed her close and kissed her.
Y/N let out a whimper at his roughness. He didn’t care maybe he should have. But he was just so angry. Day in and day out, she was a mouthy little chit. Never listening to a word he had to say.
Bakugou forced his hand to the back of her head to deepen the kiss, and she could only helplessly moan in return.
Maybe he did like her the way she was. But Y/N had the tendency to overstep her boundaries. It was only natural she got put in her place. It was a searing kiss, his intent to leave behind an imprint. So, Y/N would know exactly who’s in charge the next time she decides to act out.
“Who’s the coward now?” he said after separating himself from her delectable mouth.
It was hard to look away when she looked like that. A panting mess and school uniform utterly out of place. Her face looked astonished and so red that he thought she might be a few degrees away from a heat stroke.
“Senpai…” Bakugou felt his heartstrings tug at the soft, forlorn way she said his name.
“Yata! I knew you liked me,” she practically squealed. “You were just acting cool, but you’ve been head over heels in love all this time.”
Y/N just about skipped out of the classroom chanting, “Senpai loves me~ Senpai loves me!”
He sprinted after her quirk ablazing. “Oy dumbass! Get back here! I never said anything. You’re dead meat, you hear me?!”
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♠ AN: I'm alive ! And I wrote a drabble for AM's birthday. A day late but whatever he knows I love him 😭 So, this reader is based on Doofenshmirtz type of villain where they're horrible at being a villain.@drabbles-blurbs-words thought it was actually Doof LOLOL. But I swear it's not. Tho it might be a cute crack pairing fkfjlsjdlsdjf 🤪
♠ Warning: None fluffy goodness. All Might x Male Villain Reader
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He felt his heart wither and tears obscure his vision. His creation, his precious invention that he lost countless hours of sleep over was now destroyed.
“Look what you did!” he screeched, pointing at the device.
The robust hero just raised his eyebrow, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Y/N burst into heaving sobs.
All Might grew flustered and fluttered around him nervously.
“Listen, I’m sorry. It was by accident, and I didn’t mean to land on your ….thing.”
Y/N just cried louder. “You horrible buffoon! It’s an Anti-Mongrelinator! Do you have any idea how long it took me??”
“Right, of course! I’m sorry that your latest inator got ruined-“
“By you,” Y/N butted in.
“By me. If there’s anything I could do,” All Might said with remorse coloring his voice.
He sniffed and wiped his tears. “Well, you could hear my plan.”
The number one hero sweatdropped. “S-sure. I suppose this is part of my job too.”
“Well, you see it all started when my idiotic neighbor refused to pick up after his dog! I warned him repeatedly, but he just laughed in my face. It’s a wonder why anyone would keep those slobbering disgusting animals! Why would anyone want them when you could have cats!”
Y/N saw All Might nod, and a smile overtook his face knowing the Pro Hero understood him.
“So, I created my inator that would erase the existence of all canines in this world!”
Y/N put his hands on his hips and burst out laughing maniacally.
“But then you!” he turned and pointed at the Pro Hero who looked startled. “You. Ruined. My. Plans. Again!”
“Well, I won’t apologize for that. It’s my job to stop villains. No matter their plans.”
Y/N sighed and said, “That’s true. But All Might I’ve been at this for five years, and I’ve gotten arrested multiple times. Do you think I’ll ever be a villain that will inspire fear into the hearts of simpletons?”
All Might’s face lost its severe look, and he bent down to face Y/N.
“I think someday one of your Inators are bound to work.” With that the older man patted Y/N’s head softly.
Y/N’s face heated up, and he lost his ability to speak.
“S-shut it! I’m going to be the villain that will defeat you! Just wait until next Friday. I’ll have another Inator ready,” he stuttered while trying to back away steadily.
All Might gave him a thumbs up. “Ok! It’s a date!”
Y/N sputtered, “N-no way!”
He pulled out something from his jacket’s pocket and filled on a switch. All Might, startled, got caught in one of his traps.
“Well, I would say it was a pleasure, All Might. But I would be lying!”
He cackled and then rushed off as the older man rolled his eyes and gingerly stepped out of the trap.
When Y/N had gotten far enough distance between the number one Hero and himself, he exhaled deeply with relief rushing throughout his body.
His cheeks heated when he recalled All Might calling their encounters “dates.”
He would never date a hero!
“See you later, Y/N!” He heard All Might call out, alarmed, looked behind to see the now freed Pro Hero waving him goodbye cheerfully.
But perhaps never was going a tad too far.
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AN: I wrote a Birthday fic for Bakugou. It's a day late but hey not everyone can be perfect. This is for @liliesoftherain the kiri to my baku. @drabbles-blurbs-words @succulent-momma
Warnings: None! Fluffy goodness Bakugou x Fem Reader
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She had been waiting for this day for what felt like forever. Y/N ducked her head and sat nervously at her desk. At any moment, Bakugou was going back from lunch and see what she had left there.
Her eyes eyed his desk apprehensively. Maybe it wasn’t too late to grab it back. Instead, she could slide it under his dorm room, or she could chuck it in a nearby trashcan. This was a terrible idea.
Y/N jolted when the classroom door opened to reveal her class, 1-A, making their way back from lunch. Iida spotted her anxious self and approached her.
“Y/N-san! You didn’t join us today,” Iida said. He started chopping the air with his hands in frustration.
“A-ah. G-gomen. I wasn’t hungry today,” she quietly apologized.
As Iida started reassuring her, Y/N stiffened when she saw Bakugou’s slouched form trudge through the door. He was followed by a boisterous Kirishima then by an even louder Kaminari. Bakugou tried to make his way to his desk but was blocked by Iida.
“Out of my way four eyes,” Bakugou growled at Iida and deliberately pushed him out of the way.
Iida aghast at the treatment followed the ferocious boy ranting and raving. Iida only stopped when Bakugou himself stopped to eye something he spotted. He pulled it out from his desk and inspected the envelope front and back. The scowl on Bakugou’s face became fiercer.
“Oy! Which one of you, extras, think this is funny?” Bakugou yelled.
Y/N turned around in her seat and let out an “epp!”
Which no one heard as everyone was too busy watching the exploding boy wave around a letter.
“I don’t think that’s a prank,” Kirishima said as he peered closer at the envelope. “It’s a love letter!”
“Bakugou of all people got a love letter on his birthday?” Kaminari cut in. He sounded highly bewildered.
Y/N felt dizzy as her cheeks flushed red; she could feel the pounding of her heart getting louder and louder. It wasn’t how she picture this going at all!
“I wonder which girl would send a love letter to Bakugou?” Mineta muttered jealously.
Y/N nervously glanced at the shorter grape hero as he scrutinized each of the girls. He then stopped to glance at Y/N, who flinched at his gaze but relaxed when he moved on.
“Tch. Mind your own business. I’ll deal with it myself.” The spikey blond then stuffed the letter into his pocket and, with a huff, took his seat.
“Well? Why are you on my ass? Go back to your damned seats,” he said while clenching his teeth.
“But Bakugou weren’t you the one who was accusing everyone else of pranking you?” Kirishima helpfully pointed out.
That did it. Bakugou’s hand let out a tiny explosion before the boy started yelling. “Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair! Get out of my face!”
Grumbling at their foul-mouthed classmate, her classmates finally found their seats, and Y/N could breathe a little easier. At least no one was going to read her letter out loud.
The rest of the day was deceptively more straightforward. Though, no one actually forgot about Bakugou’s letter. They decided perhaps it was better to pretend that nothing happened. Anything to prevent Bakugou from glaring a hole into their face. Even Midoriya, who hadn’t said a word since the incident, would only open his mouth before getting told off by Bakugou.
When Y/N made her way up to her dorm, she decided to sleep the rest of the day off. The whole ordeal had been too nerve-wracking, and she didn’t think she could sit through dinner with everyone else.
Only to freeze with surprise to see Bakugou standing at her door. He seemed deep in thought, staring at the floor.
Y/N was just about to run away when Bakugou looked up and said, “Don’t you dare. It’s too late. I already saw you.”
“B-bakugou-kun! What are you doing here?”
He pulled out her letter from his pocket. “This is yours, isn’t it?”
She flinched horribly and stammered, “N-no!”
“Then you won’t mind if I read it out loud,” Bakugou said as he pulled the letter out of the envelope.
With a smirk, he began reading the letter.
“Dear Bakugou,
Do you remember when Tsuyu said you wouldn't be popular? I think she was wrong. Because when you walk into a room everyone knows who you are. To me, you're someone I can't look away from. Your attitude inspires me to do more. To be more. I like the fact that you never take no for an answer. That you would rather die than let life get you down. I think you're amazing. I'm going to give it my all so that one day you might look at me the same way I look at you.
Happy Birthday!”
Bakugou kept eye contact as he neatly folded the letter and tucked it back into the envelope.
“So, you’re saying that wasn’t you?”
Y/N panicked; how the heck did he know? Just a few months ago at USJ when Bakugou rescued her. He didn’t even recognize her and instead called her “Ditzy” after she, unfortunately, tripped over the rubble.
“How did you find out?” she whispered.
“I can recognize your handwriting anywhere, dumbass.”
Dismay started bubbling in her stomach. Was he upset with her? “I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t hav-“
“Hah? You should be sorry.” Y/N’s eyes filled with tears and her lips trembled.
Bakugou stepped closer and tugged her face up. Her eyes met his crimson hues. “Did you really think a measly card would be enough for my birthday? You owe me a whole damn meal.”
“B-bakugou-kun?” Did she hear him correctly?
He softly bumped his forehead against hers. “it’s Katsuki.”
“Katsuki, c-can I get you something to eat for your birthday?”
He grinned, showing off his canines. “Now that’s more like it, Ditzy.”
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