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Can I request something ?

I mean, you can shoot your shot

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A Letter to You

 Platonic!Midoriya Izuku x GN!reader

Dear friend,

   I hope you are able to read this letter. I mean, I've written and rewritten this message several times over the last few days but I feel like my words keep getting mixed up. At this point, I have decided that I should just write my thoughts down as they come instead of waiting for the perfect words to come. It has taken me a long time to come to terms with this myself but sometimes it is easier to be kind to others when you can’t be kind to yourself. So, I guess what I want to say is that I see you. 

   Not in a weird way, I promise! More like, I can understand what you are going through. I hope I do not come across as trying to lecture you or minimizing your experiences when I say that. What you go through is not the same as what someone else goes through. You have every right to just feel how you feel about any situation you find yourself in. And you should not feel bad if you think you aren’t allowed to.

   Self-worth is something that I struggle with every day. I feel like I put up a front to a lot of people to make them think that I am greater than I am. But at the same time, I am scared by the thought that anybody would even begin to think that I would look down on them. I feel like I have to prove myself to other people to justify being able to be near them. Am I strong enough to protect the people I care about? Am I working hard enough to be able to buy someone’s affection? Was it the right choice to try to reclaim my childhood nickname when sometimes it still stings? Am I really able to show the person I respect the most that they made the right choice in putting their faith in me?

   It is a lot. Too much sometimes. Have you ever been frozen with how much weight comes with feeling like you aren’t where you should be? That you need to work a thousand times harder than you currently are to even be a fraction closer to your end goal but can’t seem to get yourself to take the first step? Well, maybe I am projecting a little bit there. What I mean to say is that all those thoughts about what you should do or who you should be does not impact your worth.

   You were born worthy.

   It is very hard to believe in yourself like that, trust me, but we all need to hear it. You have worth. No matter what accomplishments you feel like you fell short of, no matter how few close people in your life you feel like you have, no matter what body you inhabit, and no matter what some people may say, you have worth.

   And nothing you do can take away that worth. It is yours and only yours.

   If you don’t believe me, then at least know that I know you do. And that will never change. If you ever need someone in your corner, just know that I will be there for you. And I know you would do the same for me. It was the simple thought of someone as amazing as you being there for me that allowed me to begin my journey to value myself. Mind you, it may seem redundant to have started out with the thought of “because someone finds me valuable, I must have worth”, but sometimes you need to start small. 

   No matter if you need to hear it or not, I know you are worthy and I hope you will see that too one day. And if not, I will tell you every day, without fail, so that hopefully you can begin to believe it for yourself.

   Your friend,

      Midoriya “Deku” Izuku

Something short because writing part 2s to things you didn’t originally plan to write a part 2 for is hard. I will still try to give you all the Corn Fields and Summer’s Night follow up in the next few weeks though but it does take a lot out of my day to write (easily distracted). Also, thank you for all the comments and reblogs! I love reading what they say, they make my day! <3

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Always and Forever

Ghost!Midoriya x GN!reader

Warnings: character death, angst

   It feels as if life has been lacking in the vibrancy it once had, ever since Izuku passed away. The colors of the world you lived in dulled and the food you ate was all tasteless. You haven’t been coping well these last few months. Your friends and family have been trying to be there for you while you grieved, but it seemed like you were in a constant state of mourning. The house you once shared with your late husband was dreary and being within the walls that once held so much happiness and love was suffocating. You didn’t have the energy to leave the place though. 

   Every time you would force yourself outside to try to take a walk for fresh air or meet a friend for coffee, your heart seemed to crack even more. This house was all you had left of Izuku now. You feared that it would be taken from you if you left it alone for too long. It may seem a bit ridiculous to some people to have such a fear, but that was the exact same mentality you had when it came to your husband. You thought he would always be beside you, every step of the way, but now he was…gone.

   Izuku was ripped away from you too suddenly, too soon, but who doesn’t feel that way when they feel like they have years, decades, to be with the people in their life. Sometimes everything gets cut short. You remember the day. You were heading out to work that morning when your beloved husband had given you a goodbye kiss before you went out the door. You had playfully smacked his wandering hands away from your waist and told him you loved him and wished he had fun at lunch with his mother. He gave you his signature smile; his eyes crinkled at the corners and his nose scrunched just the tiniest bit while he gave you his full attention. The flecks of emerald in his eyes and the plastering of freckles on his face made him even more beautiful. His smile told you how much loved you before he could even say the words back.

   The day was uneventful after that. Work went about as well as usual and you even received a selfie of Izuku eating at a cafe with his mom. Both were smiling at the camera and you were happy. So unbelievably happy. And then, he was gone less than an hour later. 

   At the funeral, you were so very numb. Izuku’s smiling face beaming back at you from the photo displayed over his sleek black box of ashes. You took Izuku back home with you for the last time that day, but no joy was brought with it. Now, he rests on the shrine you keep in the living room. It is the only place in the house that is well maintained nowadays and you often find yourself talking to him whenever it feels like the darkness is creeping in.

   You miss him. It is as plain and simple as that. And even beyond the grave you still love him so very much. You would give anything to see Izuku’s smiling face again. And with that thought, you cry yourself to sleep once more.

   The morning comes far too quickly these days. You just want to lay in your large and empty bed and sleep the day away. You have nice dreams. In your dreams, Izuku is alive and well and by your side again. But alas, you have to make an effort to move on. At least for Izuku’s sake, if not your own.

   You head to the kitchen to make yourself some honey and citrus tea. You can’t help but think about how your husband would make you a cup of it every morning when you woke up. He wasn’t allowed to touch any of the cooking utensils due to past incidents, but the kettle was free reign and he made use of it. Two heaping scoops of honey and thin orange slices. It was perfect every time. You find yourself staring at the cabinet in a daze before you get back to looking for your favorite cup. You can’t see it at a glance and finally turn to the sink to see if it was in there, along with the usual mountain of unwashed dishes. You don’t make it that far before you see it.

   A steaming cup of honey and citrus tea was on the counter top. You look around you, wondering if you had made the tea while in your daze, but are confused when you notice that the dishes that have been piling up are gone as well. The whole kitchen looks like it was cleaned. You begin to wonder if one of your friends dropped by with their spare key and cleaned up the place. It wouldn’t be the first time. You make a mental note to text them a thank you later in the day before going about getting ready for work.

   The incident completely slips your mind until later that evening. You are just walking in through the front door when you can’t help but notice all the shoes in the entryway were lined up nicely in their cubby. You don’t think they were like that when you left. You finally fish out your cell phone to text your friends to ask who had been over to your place. You then call up the local takeout place and order dinner before going about changing into more comfortable clothes. 

   The whole house looks as if it had been tidied. Shelves dusted, bed made, windows opened to let in fresh air, and even a load of laundry was running. It was honestly the best the place has looked since…well…the place was feeling less suffocating this way. Once changed, you make your way over to the shrine in the living room to light some incense. You noticed the Izuku’s picture frame has a small crack in it now and you wonder if your friend accidentally knocked it over while cleaning. You make another mental note to replace it as soon as possible. You told your late husband about your day and how much you missed him. You made a small joke about how you had apparently made tea just as good as his now and how the house was feeling just a little bit like it used to.

   The food arrived and you ate on the couch while watching an old All Might action film. You must have watched this particular movie a thousand times over the past few months alone but you didn’t care. It was Izuku’s favorite movie and it was all too easy to imagine him sitting next to you, watching it with you. You fell asleep there eventually. The room was dark and even the tv must have turned itself off at a certain point. You sit up and the blanket that was covering you slides off and into your lap. You don’t remember making yourself so comfortable on the couch but it was rather late and you didn’t have a lot of energy to question anything.

   You go to bed that night alone, but you don’t feel as empty as before.

   When you wake up in the morning to make your tea, you notice another steaming hot cup waiting for you on the counter. This time, you know for sure you did not make it. You finally check your phone to see if any of your friends say they had been by but every one of them denied having been over. It was all so strange and you were starting to get a bit worried. Who was getting into your house? You didn’t think a burglar would break in just to tidy up and make you tea, so you were at a loss. You eye the aforementioned tea suspiciously when you see something floating out of the corner of your eye.

   It was the blanket that you covered yourself with last night. You originally left it a crumpled mess on the floor but now it seemed to be folding itself in mid-air before draping over the back of the couch again. You freeze up. Were you finally going crazy? Surely you didn’t just imagine housework doing itself.

   You slowly, ever so slowly, start making your way to the couch. You poke at the blanket, wondering if it would jump up or something, but nothing happens. What does happen though was the feeling of something cold brushing against your cheek. You can’t help the scream that escapes your throat as you feel like your heart stopped for a second. Your hand quickly goes to your cheek to rub at it, seeing if something like water was dripped on you, but you felt nothing there. Now you are starting to get scared.

   You stand in the living room, frantically whipping your head back and forth to see if anything else weird was going on. Nothing. You make your way over to the small shrine and notice the crack on the photo frame from yesterday was even worse. You feel your heart ache a little at the sight and are about to sit down to talk to Izuku in order to calm down, when you feel it again. There was that cold brush of something against your cheek. It was in that moment, staring at Izuku’s smiling face, that you can’t help but feel a sense of comfort at the strange new sensation. This time, you let the cold brush continue, closing your eyes at the gentleness of it. It felt familiar and the aching in your heart calms with each stroke of your cheek.

   “I missed you,” you whispered to Izuku.

   “I know,” he whispered back.

I was listening to sad piano music...

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I spent 3 hrs of my day making these mock acrylic charms. If that doesn’t indicate my sense of humor, nothing will. Also, if you do not understand the reference, feel free to read the stories on my blog called “Coffee” and “Corn Fields”! Uh, read the warnings though 

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Summer’s Night

Fae!Bakugo Katsuki x GN!reader

Warnings: kidnapping

   Being stolen from your home in the middle of one balmy summer night was definitely a way to spice things up in life. Granted, you probably could have done without it in the first place, but you are finding that you have less and less say in your daily happenings now.

   The night started out normal enough. You were taking a late night stroll in the woods on your property and everything was peaceful. The full moon lit your path well and the air was full of the sounds of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves by the slight breeze. You knew this forest well and did not feel like there was much to worry about while being alone. You were approaching the small creek that ran through the property to take a quick rest. 

   While sitting down on a rock close to the water’s edge, you look down into the stream. The full moon’s light reflected in ribbons across the surface and the bubbling of the water was soothing. You stayed in a tranquil state for who knows how long before something strange was suddenly being reflected. You finally look up from the water to spot a giant golden wolf with burning red eyes staring directly at you from the other water bank.

   You feel yourself stiffen at the sight. You haven’t heard of wolves being active in the area before so you were wholly unprepared. The beast was massive; a lot bigger than you've ever thought possible for a wolf. Its hair looked well maintained and glowed in the moonlight. Its eyes were focused and looked intelligent, with their deep rich reds that seem to be lit from behind. 

   You and the beast stared at each other, only separated by the gently flowing water, before the giant animal bared its teeth at you. With its head raised and cocked to the side, it looked as if the animal was sneering at you instead of snarling. 

   You feel a little affronted.

   With that, the giant wolf turns away from you and starts walking back from which it came. You don’t understand why, but you feel like the very trees and the moss and the rocks and the dirt were bidding you to follow the wolf.

   So you do.

   You don’t even bother to try to find a few rocks to help you cross the stream, you are so desperate to follow. Your shoes and socks instantly get wet and slow you down as you wade through the shallow water to reach the other bank before the wolf could disappear from your sight. 

   Not once does the wolf turn around at the sound of your splashing, but you can tell that it hears you, if the turning of its ears were any indication. It continued walking farther into the woods at the same pace; it was not bothered by the human following behind it.

   Soon enough, the forest seems to change. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it feels still, as if holding its breath. The giant wolf stops in front of a clear where two trees have twisted together to make an intricate archway and a ring of mushrooms surround the area. 

   The beast finally starts to turn towards you when you enter the ring on the ground and you can see the creature shift before your eyes. Golden fur transforms to tanned skin covered in clothes made of the finest leaves. Hands and feet replace paws and the wolf’s head changes to the sharp features of a handsome man. He does not look completely human though, as if something was off. Maybe it was how his ears pointed at the tips or how he seemed to take up more space than he visually should have. His red eyes stayed just as sharp and his teeth all seemed harmless in comparison if not for the stubborn canines still keeping their points. 

   His expression seems rather bored while he looks at you and you can’t help the deep seated urge to huff out a little in frustration at his attitude. One of his eyebrows twitch, the only indication that he was affected by your reaction, before he slowly extends his hand out to you.

   At this point, you are still a good distance away. There was still plenty of time for you to run; there was plenty of time to return to your bed and chalk everything up as a dream.

   But you don’t.

   Instead, you find yourself reaching your hand out as well. You make no move to close the distance though but it seems the woods themselves had already decided your fate. The wind picks up and it feels as if tiny invisible hands were pushing you towards the mysterious man in the clearing. You were so disoriented that fighting didn’t even appear to be an option; you were going to the man regardless of if you wanted to or not. 

   When you are within arms reach, the man doesn’t bother with taking your hand and instead just wraps a muscular arm around your middle and pulls you towards his warm chest. He was taller than you and when you looked up, you came face to face with those burning red eyes and a smirk that simultaneously made your heart pound harder in your chest and for a shiver to travel down your spine.

   “I wasn’t expecting to take a guest back with me, but if you are so eager to follow, I have no choice but to take you,” the man said with his raspy voice. It sounded like late night campfires and the haziness that comes with staring at the night sky for so long. He does not wait for a response before hoisting you up and slinging you over one of his shoulders, as if you were nothing more than a fresh hunt. You let out an undignified noise in protest but freeze rather quickly when you feel him start walking through the tree archway.

   The world seems to warp and twist from your view over the stranger’s back. At this point, you feel like whatever haze that had settled over your mind up to this point finally dissipated and you regained control over your thoughts. The panic sets in while it seemed like reality itself was tearing and piercing itself back together around you before creating a new world. You recalled all the old fairytales and myths and can’t deny that your fate had been drastically changed that night.

   You were taken by a fae.

Would you even want a part 2 to this?

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damn did midoriya had to break BOTH of our ankles??😭😭 ARE U GOING TO WRITE A PART 2 PLEASEE

it was a necessary evil

I plan on writing a part 2 but it won't be released until next Wednesday. Got something else planned for tomorrow

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Corn Fields

Yandere!Midoriya x GN!reader

Warnings: referenced panic attacks, bodily harm, corn fields

   The countryside was supposed to be good for you or whatever. Your psychologist said so, at least. You had been suffering from panic attacks for the last few years, ever since you left home ,and it seems like they kept getting worse by the month. Now, you wouldn’t normally have considered moving to the middle of nowhere to help ‘calm your nerves’ as your psychologist put it, but you felt like you needed to do something for yourself if you were going to get better. And, to a certain point, your psychologist was right. 

   Out in the countryside, there wasn’t really a lot of pressure to do anything on a deadline. The internet connection was abysmal at best so you weren’t glued to your phone doom scrolling, and the people were very nice and willing to help the poor city folk settle in. In fact, your next door neighbor, Midoriya Izuku, was the first person to welcome you into town when your moving truck pulled up and has been a tremendous help ever since. 

   With his unruly green mop of hair and freckles that littered his face and tanned arms, he was the picture of a country man. His smile was always so bright and laugh clear as the spring rain, it was a true experience every time it was directed at you. And his body. Now, the guy wasn’t all that tall in his own right but he was quite built from working on his mother’s farm for most of his life and even the scars that ran up and down his arms just made him all the more attractive. And his eyes were so clear and shined like emeralds. You felt like you could get lost in them and his warmth. 

   You always felt like your heart was a little off rhythm whenever he would come over to repair your shutters or patch up your fence. It wasn’t that hard to say that Midoriya made life in the country more bearable. He was like your own personal handyman and would check up on you frequently to make sure you wanted for nothing. With how much he tried to spoil you, it was no wonder that you couldn’t stop thinking about him whenever you found your thoughts straying.

   You shake your head to help you stop staring at the sprouting corn fields across the dirt road and look down at the slice of fruit in your hand. You are sitting on your front porch, eating a watermelon that Midoriya brought over for you yesterday, when you see a lone figure cycling up your gravel driveway. Speak of the devil.

   You stand up from your chair and wave at the man. He notices you waving and waves back with twice as much excitement. He just about tips over the bike that he is riding in his enthusiasm and you can’t help but laugh when he dismounts his ride and makes his way over to you. He looks a bit embarrassed, if the blush painting his cheeks and the hand rubbing the back of his head was anything to go by, but he still managed to give you a sweet smile.

   “H-hey neighbor,” he greets when he is standing in front of you. You notice that Midoriya is wearing his usual tattered yellow backpack. He must have come over to finish working on the locks on the back door. Midoriya was kind enough to offer to fix a lot of things around the house, including stuff that really wasn’t a top priority, but you didn’t mind. It gave you both more time to chat well into the night, when only the sound of crickets and the light of fireflies were around to listen to your banter.

   “Thank you for always taking time out of your schedule to come help me, Midoriya. I feel a bit bad for always pulling you away from your work. I wouldn’t know how to begin tackling everything that needed to be done around this place.”

   “No worries! I am always willing to lend a hand! We are going to be seeing a lot of each other after all.” Midoriya gives you his signature smile and you can’t help but return it tenfold.

   You soon are ushering him through your house to the back mud room where the broken door resided. Sometime last week or so, you were turning the knob to let some evening breeze flow through the place, when the old thing seemed to just come apart in your hand. Not just you pulling the handle off but even the locking mechanisms came off and there was a nice little hole where you can see into your open backyard, lined with corn fields in the distance. You didn’t find it too weird, the house was pretty old, but it was a bit funny how the doorknob just seemed to disassemble so easily.

   “Here is the culprit,” you joke while gesturing to the door knob pieces laying on the ground in front of the door. Midoriya gives a very faint chuckle before bending down to get to work.

   “You know, if you need anything else done around the place today, I’m all yours. I don’t really have much I need to finish up around my mother’s farm at the moment.”

   “Oh, I don’t want to keep you!,”  you exclaimed. You love having Midoriya around to help you and just spend time around, but you feel as if maybe you are starting to keep him from working on his own land. You don’t grow anything or have livestock so it isn’t like you had many pressing matters to attend to.

   “Not at all,” Midoriya says after a short pause. He is busy fiddling with the door pieces in his hand again, seemingly in deep thought before he speaks again. “I don’t know if you have made a trip into town recently, but there was word going around that some teens have been up to no good in the corn fields. Mostly smoking and drinking but they can potentially start a fire out there if they continue to be so careless.”

   “Oh, no, I haven’t been into town. That sounds like it would be a pain if they ended up scorching the fields around this place!”

   “Yeah, but at least it is summer so the brush isn’t all that dry yet. If, uh, you see or hear anything strange close to your house, would you feel comfortable scaring the kids away? Not that I’m asking you to go too deep! I don’t want you to get lost in there or put yourself in danger! Not that I think you can’t handle yourself. I feel like you are a very capable person. I don’t mean to offend at all. I just want to mak-”

   You laugh and that seems to cut off Midoriya’s rambling. He is looking at you with a blush on his cheeks.

   “I am not offended, promise. I’ll keep a look out for the punks if I happen to see anything suspicious.” Midoriya gives you a grin before turning back to locks and finishing them up. In the meantime, you fix both of you an easy lunch before sending him on his way to his own farm. 

   The rest of the day goes by slowly but it is still relaxing. You had sat down on your front porch again while you typed up a manuscript to mail to your editor and seemed to lose track of time. It was very late into the night when your stomach seemed to finally be able to pull you from your work. You set your laptop to the side and stand up from your chair to stretch. The cracking of the bones in your back was equal parts satisfying and concerning. Once done, you do a casual sweep of your eyes across the dirt road to the corn field. All seemed quiet as usual and you are about to pack up to head inside, when you see a faint bit of smoke a bit of distance into the bush.

   Oh jeez. Did you really have to try to put out a fire in the middle of the night? Luckily, the smoke rising up appeared small so you rushed to the side of your house to pick a pail and fill it with water with the outdoor spigot. You then start down your gravel driveway and into the fields as fast as possible. If you are lucky, you wouldn’t have to make a second trip or use your landline to call for help.

   The moon is bright and lights your way, but you quickly realize once among the tall stalks, you probably should have grabbed a flashlight. Oh well. You start pushing your way to where you feel like you last saw the smoke rising. The corn leaves were quick to smack you at any chance they got and made you a bit disoriented with how hard it was for you to see in front of you. You find your little fire soon enough and douse it with water. The thing was still small enough that you could get most of it extinguished with one pail and stomp out the rest of the embers.

   Once done, you look around and notice a few things that seem off. One: you don’t see an offending cigarette anywhere nor all that many signs of people being around recently. Two: the fire itself was fairly contained. There wasn’t all that much fallen brush around it to allow for it to spread. And, finally, the most chilling aspect of everything, you feel that you can’t hear any of the crickets that were normally active at this time of night. You shallow hard and start making your way back in the direction of your house. 

   As you start to walk, you notice that you went farther inside than you originally thought. You just hope you are heading in the right direction at this point. Somewhere along the way, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Are you being watched? You sure hope not. You only have a pail as a weapon if one of those rowdy teens tries to start something.

   Soon, you hear it. Footsteps. And they seem to be getting closer.

   “H-hello?” you call out into the surrounding corn fields. Nobody answers but the footsteps pause before starting up again, this time faster. You bolt.

   You aren’t so sure why you are running but every fiber of your being is begging for you to get out of there. You try to throw the person in pursuit off your tracks by making random turns within the field, but you can’t seem to shake them. It was as if you were being hunted down and the other person knew exactly how to keep you in their sights.

   In your haste, you fall and tumble onto the ground. You scramble to get up but at that point, it is too late. You feel a heavy weight settle onto your back and wrestle your arms to the side of your body, where they were trapped by muscular thighs. You start to feel your breath come in short succession but you can’t seem to get any air. You use the last of your breath to let out a cry for help but a scarred hand clamps firmly over your mouth.

   “Shhh, shhh. I got you,” said your assailant. You can’t help but lock up all your muscles when you recognize the voice.

   Midoriya.

   You can feel the man shift above you but you are still firmly pinned to the ground. A stray tear rolls down your face and that seems to alarm Midoriya to your anguish. 

   “Oh, please don’t cry! I promise, I’m not trying to hurt you. Well, not more than absolutely necessary. Promise. I came to realize that maybe living out in the country was a bit hard for you. You seem to need help to fully be able to settle down here and I just want to make your life as comfortable and safe as possible. You didn’t even consider that maybe someone was trying to peek at you or break in through your back door! I mean, you weren’t in serious danger, it was just me, but still! I have been thinking and thinking and it occurred to me that what you needed was someone that can be there for you. Someone that can care for you. And, well, I like you. A lot! And I know you like me so, please, let me do this for you!”

   Of course, even when Midoriya has you pinned to the ground and in distress, he finds time to ramble at you. Your head is spinning and it all feels so surreal. You don’t know what to think and there was a lot to process and not a lot of time.

   You start to squirm and buck around, trying to dislodge the man, but it seems like that was a bad move. Midoriya shifts his weight so he has one knee directly in the small of your back and it allows him to have free range of motion with his other leg and his hands. He releases your mouth from his grasp but the air is being steadily pushed out of you and now you really can’t breathe. Your hands are scrambling against the dirt but you can’t move. Soon enough, Midoriya makes his intentions known.

   You feel two calloused hands wrap around one of your ankles before a sickening twist and pop could be heard. You let out a silent scream with whatever little air you had left before the weight on your back disappears. You can’t do anything but draw in a deep breath of air before those hands return and are placed over your other ankle. You are sobbing at this point.

   “Please, Midoriya,” you beg while looking straight into the never-ending corn fields ahead of you.

   “I’m sorry. This is for your own good.”

   Snap.

   You scream once more and Midoriya reaches up to slowly rub little circles on your back to comfort you.

   “Shhh, it is okay. This is a good thing, I promise. Now, you won’t feel like relying on me is a burden. I can be there for you and show you how much you mean to me. I’ll nurse you back to health and be there for you well beyond that as well, I promise you!”

   You can’t help the tears that keep streaming down your face, scared about what is going to happen to you. Midoriya tries to scoops you off the ground to start carrying you to who knows where. You try to fight him off but he just grabs one of your broken ankles in a death grip. You scream out in pain and your vision blurs at the edges. When you look at him, the smile he gives you seems like it is just plastered on and his eyes have never looked so cold and steely.

   “I don’t mind breaking a few more bones if it will make it easier for you to accept my help a lot faster.”

   And with that, you are picked up and carried through the corn fields. Too afraid to fight and wondering what will become of you.

I promise you I don’t hate Midoriya

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In the Corner Booth

Dabi x GN!reader

18+ only

Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (giving), facial, anonymous encounter (kinda)

   Being a bartender kind of requires you to be aware of your surroundings. It prevented you from bumping into your coworkers on really busy nights and you got a chance to keep an eye out for any dubious patrons. The downside of it though is that on nights when it is absolutely dead, like at this current moment, you seem to pick up on even the slight clinking of ice settling in a glass of whiskey. 

   Tuesday nights were relatively boring in the grand scheme of things. It is mainly only you and the security guy that pops his head in from the door from time to time. There were currently only two other people in the establishment and one of them was passed out at the bar, cradling his drink like a lifeline. You already called a cab for the man so you can get him out of the place, but his ride wouldn’t arrive for another twenty or so minutes. You sigh as you check up on the drunk man once more before going back to counting inventory. 

   If there weren’t anybody else in the building, you would have started scrolling on your phone to pass some time, but alas, the other patron that is sitting in a booth across the room is watching you. You felt his eyes on you ever since he walked into the place. His movements were slow as his cyan eyes seemed to burn a hole through you. You have never seen such a burning fire behind blue eyes before and the unexpected heat of it punches a bit of air from your gut. He had some dark under eyes that made him both equal parts exhausted and dangerous as well as tattoos littering his arms and neck. The guy gives you a lazy smirk from his corner of the room and raises the glass he has been nursing for the last hour at you, the snake bites gleaming in the low lighting.

   You turn away from the guy to go back to your counting. It feels like time passes at a snail’s pace before the security guard comes into the bar to haul the passed out drunk to his awaiting cab. And with that, you are officially alone with the stranger in the corner.

   Maybe you were just hyper aware of the man or something but you felt like you could feel his eyes even more intently now. He doesn’t make any move to approach the counter, as far as you can tell with your back towards him, but you know he is watching you. You soon grow tired of just speculating on whether or not the guy was staring at you still and slowly turn to face him.

   You can see the man slouched down a bit in the booth and his legs seemingly spread wide underneath it. One of his hands seems to have disappeared under the table but with the slow rise and fall of it and with his eyes giving you a very obvious once over, you feel like this guy is up to no good. He gives you another slow smirk before licking at his licks when you make eye contact, his tongue piercing flashing in the bar.

   You swallow.

   The stranger grows tired of giving you a show from his current position and he beckons you over with a crook of his finger. You freeze as you think of your options. The guy was hot. Extremely hot in fact and the brazen way that he was clearly jerking off to watching you should have been the catalyst for you to call for the security guard outside the bar, but you don’t. Something in this man’s eyes was daring you to play along with his little game and you can feel yourself heating up at the danger of it all. What if someone walked into the bar? What if the dangerous aura this guy was radiating was actually a threat to your life and not just your decency. 

   You exit from behind the counter and approach his booth.

   When you are standing in front of the table blocking your view of the rest of the man, he finally speaks for the first time since he ordered his drink.

   “Pretty light ‘n here, ya? Seems like ya are havin’ trouble keepin’ busy.” His voice is like gravel and the raspiness of it is doing something to you. “I found a way ta keep mahself entertained but felt like maybe ya would like to play too.”

   You can’t take your eyes off the point in which his hand disappears under the table and he seems to notice this. He chuckles darkly before scooting back in the booth just enough for the head of his hard and exposed cock to peak from under the covering of the wooden table. The head was fat and wet with a prince albert piercing through it.

   You don’t know if it is the slight tease or if something was in the air, but you felt like you really needed to get a closer look at what this guy had to offer. You take one last glance at the bar’s entrance before you scoot into the booth with the stranger. 

   First thing you notice is that this guy was packing. He acted like he had a big dick but seeing it with your own eyes was something else. He was long and thick with a Jacob's ladder accompanying the pa you saw earlier. The cock was almost angry with how hard it was. It throbbed and some precum escaped the tip only to run down some of the shaft and over the guy’s hand.

   The man grips the cock by the base and gives it a slight shake, bringing more emphasis to how massive it was.

  “Well? Ya gonna keep starin’ at it or ya gonna suck it?,” he teases. The man makes no move to touch you, allowing you to make the next move, but it feels like your fate was already decided. You push the table back a bit to give yourself some room and crawl between the stranger’s spread legs. When you are down there, his cock looks so much more daunting, casting a shadow on your face. Behind the monster cock is a downright devious smirk as the man brings his cock’s head to your closed lips, making you give it a light kiss. “Second thoughts?”

   You don’t even grace the snarky question with a reply before you take the head of his cock in your mouth. The taste was slightly salty but the warmth of the thing was surprising. The guy must run super hot because it felt like nothing you have ever felt before. The pa teases a bit at the back of your tongue as you slowly make your way down the shaft. Your mouth is stretched with the girth of it and you have to use one of your hands to help get the rest of the cock some stimulation. Once you feel like you couldn’t go down any farther, you give the dick a nice suck.

   Your wet mouth and the first suck on his cock makes the guy let out a gluttonous moan and one of his hands comes down to cradle the back of your head, ready to guide you while you pleasure him. You do your best and try to make this cocky guy let out louder and louder groans of pleasure. While your head is moving up and off his cock, you make sure the seal of your mouth is tight and suck nice and hard. When you pause at the tip while you catch your breath, you tongue at the underside of the crown and the pa. You have even brought one hand up to fondle with his balls and that seems to really make the man vocal.

   The hand on the back of your head guides you up and down his cock and every once in a while, he chokes you while trying to get you to take more of him. Your throat is tired and your jaw is sore from sucking this man’s huge cock but you are determined to make him empty his balls down your throat. You pick up your pace and the stranger seems to really enjoy it, if the little thrusts up into your wet and warm mouth were any indication. 

   “Fuck, babe. Imma cum,” the man grasps out. He pulls your head off his cock and starts furiously pumping his dick in front of your face. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out to catch his cum and you are soon rewarded for your efforts. Your face is absolutely covered by his thick cum. He made no effort to aim for your mouth and instead gets it everywhere, including your hair. You close your mouth and swallow what did manage to land on your tongue and the guy uses his cock to smear his spend all over your face like a disgusting deviant.

   “Oops. Looks like ya missed a spot there, babe. Can’t go finishin’ a shift with cum all over ya face like that. Why don’t ya take a smoke break with me out back? Ya know, give ya a minute to clean up and relieve some stress.”

   At this, the man brings one of his legs to between your spread open thighs and you can’t help it when your hips hump at the proffered relief. You are beyond turned on and can’t really think straight as you feel yourself flush. Are you really about to fuck a complete strange in the back alley of your workplace?

   Yes. Yes you were. 

   And with that, you grab a clean towel off the bar and wipe your face as much as possible before sticking your head out of the entrance of the place to call out to the security guard on duty.

   “I’m going to step out back for a few minutes. Call for me if a customer comes in!”

   The security guard’s face is red as he gives you a disjointed little nod before looking away. Before you turn around, you can see him adjust himself through his pants. Oops.

I may start making a posting schedule  

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Secretive Smile

Yandere!Todoroki Shoto x GN!reader

Warnings: invasion of privacy, cheating, kidnapping(?)

   There are different levels of heartbreak. Different pains that come with every disappointment and let down in life. And, well, you feel like your heart is barely holding together at this point. Your life started out with so much hope and promise. You graduated college, got your dream job, and even landed the perfect significant other. Or so you thought. All of your life’s goals were combinating and shaping up to be all you dreamed of and more until it just…wasn’t. 

   When you started working for Endeavor Inc., you were ecstatic. It was one of, if not the best, surveillance companies in the nation and you got a nice and cozy job as an accountant for the main branch. Work was smooth going and paid better than you would have even thought possible for your entry level position. Todoroki Shoto, the head of your branch and the youngest son of the company’s founder, would often make rounds around his supervising offices and take out everybody to lunch. On a few occasions, you would sometimes find yourself sitting next to him at these functions and were able to start up a nice, if stilted, conversation with the man. 

   Shoto, as he insisted on being called after your first official meeting, was a real gentleman. He was quiet and aloof, but was quick to deliver you any information or materials you needed to get your job done. This was well above the paygrade of a branch supervisor, but he was quick to assure you that he was invested in each and every one of his employee’s success. He was handsome as well. Always dressed professionally in tailored three piece suits and his two toned eyes popped whenever he wore deep blues. You had mentioned it to him before and now he seems to wear almost exclusively navy suits.

   Another thing about Shoto was how close he seemed to get with you over the last few months. It started out small; first, he would lend you one of his fancy pens whenever he noticed all yours mysteriously vanished from your desk. He still refuses to accept it back even though you went to the office supply closet and got yourself some regular pens. He would also be quick to notice when you were feeling a little drained from all the work piling onto your desk and send you home a bit early or offer you an extended lunch break. In that aspect, he was almost more attentive than your fiancé. And finally, it was the way that you can see him looking at you from the corner of your eyes sometimes. His face appeared to be open and a small secret smile gracing his lips.

   Now, you were under no illusion that maybe, possibly, Shoto had a bit of a crush on you. You didn’t try to lead him on though. You made it a point to talk about your loving fiancé from time to time and how excited you were for your upcoming wedding the following month. Nothing seemed to dissuade Shoto and he still kept approaching you in the same manner. Oh well. Office crushes were harmless and you didn’t really feel like Shoto would make any advances to truly make you uncomfortable. He came off more of an office buddy with a schoolboy crush than anything.

   You had invited him last minute to attend your wedding, mostly because you genuinely saw Shoto as a friend at this point and also because the wedding was low-key enough that it wasn’t all that hard to fit in an extra person. Which brings you to the actual day of the wedding. You were so excited and nervous. You were chewing the crap out of your lips with how anxious you were getting that you barely noticed when someone from your wedding party slips into your dressing room.

   “Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt while you are getting ready,” they say from the doorway. You startle at the unexpected noise but turn around and give them a smile.

   “Not at all. Is it my time to walk out there?” you ask.

   “Not exactly. You see, well, uh, some guy came up to me and asked for me to hand this over to you.” The person extends out to you a phone gripped tightly in their shaking hands. The person looks close to tears before they whisper “I’m so sorry. I took a peek because I was curious and, well, you may want to sit down for this.”

   You hesitantly take a seat in one of the cushioned chairs and take the phone that was handed to you. A video is already pulled up and you can feel a lump forming in your throat just from the image that was paused on the scene. You press play anyway and your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach.

   There, on the screen, plays a video of your fiancé in your shared bed with someone else. You don’t even have time to think that you didn’t remember installing security cameras in your room before you stop the video and put the phone down. 

   This isn’t the first time that your fiancé had cheated on you but they went to therapy and you both had really been working on making the relationship work. You were so confident in it that you had even decided to marry them but habits were apparently hard to change. You place the phone on one of the tables and start walking out of the room. You have to get out of there. You can’t do this.

   As you speed walk down the hall towards the exit, you run into several people, all asking where you were going and if you were alright. The tears that are slowly rolling down your cheeks and clouding your vision make your exit not as swift as you would have hoped. As you were turning the final corner, you ran right into one Todoroki Shoto.

   He gently grasps you by your arms to steady you and looks directly into your face. You must be a bit of a mess but your crying is still silent and you don’t really feel much at all besides sorrow at that moment. 

   “Are you okay?” Shoto asks quietly. His voice soothing and his cool hand reaching up to gently wipe away one of your tears.

   “No. I am not.” He simply nods and takes off his navy suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You weren’t cold but you can’t help but pull it closer to you for comfort. His slightly minty cologne just helps to ground you as he walks you the rest of the way to the exit, without question. You make it to the front steps of the courtyard before your legs seem to give out and you sit down on one of the bottom steps. Shoto follows your lead and sits next to you.

   “I feel like I’ve been an idiot.”

   “No. I think that they are the idiot, not you.” You can’t help the wet laugh that leaves your mouth with how quickly Shoto is able to defend you. He doesn’t even know what happened and he is still in your corner. You take a peak at him from the corner of your eye and you see the same open and soft smile that he always had whenever he felt like you couldn’t see it. Always so secretive and small, it was rare to catch full on.

   Why didn’t you fall for someone like Shoto? He seemed to think the world of you and never tried to push you to feel like you had to return his feelings. He silently sucked up his own want for you and even agreed to attend your wedding with another person. Handsome, kind, and patient Shoto. You look fully at him at this moment and give him a sad little smile.

   “Would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to take me away from here?”

   “Not at all. Do you care where we go?”

   “No,” you say because you really don’t. At this moment, you could be whisked away somewhere people would never find you and you probably wouldn’t fight it.

   “Okay then. My car is parked down the block. Wait here and I can pull it around for you.” Shoto then gets up and starts lightly jogging away. At that moment, the person in your wedding party from earlier comes out of the building and finds you on the steps.

   “Oh, there you are! Uh, everybody is waiting for you inside. I don’t know if you plan on still going through with the marriage or not, so just wanted to let you know.”

   “I am not going back in there,” you say flatly. It wasn’t this person’s fault that your fiancé cheated but they were still the one to give you the video evidence that ruined the happiest day of your life.

   “Oh, yeah, okay. Well, uh, do you want the phone at least? I can’t find the guy that originally gave it to me so I don’t know who to return it to.”

   At that moment, Shoto pulls up in his luxury car. He gets out of the driver’s side and opens the door for you to get in. You stand up and start making your way over to the proffered open door. You are settling in when Shoto closes the door after you. You noticed the person from before talking to Shoto a few feet away. You can’t make out what is being said but you can very clearly see the phone from earlier being pocketed by Shoto before he starts heading to the driver’s side door. 

   Your eyes widen as you begin to connect a few dots that didn’t make sense. How the hell did that security camera end up in your bedroom? With the blood seeming to drain from your face, you turn to look at Shoto, who is giving you one of his small and secretive smiles again before he takes off down the street to who knows where.

Home security is important. Invest in Endeavor Inc.!

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Sunglasses

Kirishima Eijiro x GN!reader 

   “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” came a slightly frantic voice from somewhere in the ether. You slowly try to open your eyes but wince when the gym lights beating down on you try to sear your retinas. A shadowy figure soon comes into view and the lights are temporarily blocked. When you try again to open your eyes, you come face to face with worried crimson eyes and a sharp toothed mouth pulled down into a worried frown. You try to sit up from your prone position on the floor and the man next to you slowly helps you with a firm hand on your back.

   Taking up volleyball at the local recreation center was your way of trying to stay more active. Nothing got the blood pumping and the heart racing more than being pelted repeatedly with a volleyball from all sorts of angles and floor burns from diving for the ball. Okay, it wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was pretty fun, but after your last sprint for the ball left you running into a human brick wall and skidding onto your back, you have a few complaints.

   “Hey, do you think you can stand or will you need a minute?” said the human brick wall. 

   Kirishima was one of the guys that regularly played with you on Friday evenings and, unfortunately, the person that was the cause of your latest flying stunt. The guy was built, no questions about that. It was kind of rare to see someone that actually had a visible six-pack set of abs seemingly at all times and his arms and legs could make any fitness magazine scramble to have him on the front cover. It also helped that the guy was basically allergic to wearing shirts. So, it was no surprise when you both were trying to call the same ball to return it to the other side and collided, you bounced off Kirishima like a drop of water on a duck. Speaking of drops of water, you can see a bead of sweat rolling down from Kirishima’s neck to his pecs and then traveling farther and farther down. You gulp. Since when was your mouth so dry?

   “Are you hurt anywhere?” Kirishima speaks again, apparently taking your quietness as a sign that you were in serious pain. 

   “No, I am fine, thank you. Just amazed with how much hang time I got with that hit.” you laugh. The smile you send towards Kirishima seems to smooth his anxiety over seriously hurting you and he sends you a huge, toothy smile of his own. You have to squint your eyes again.

   “I am glad you are okay! I should have watched where I was going. Sorry for running into you like that.”

   “It is okay, really. If it happens again, I’ll just make sure that you end up on the ground next time.”

   Kirishima laughs at that and stands from where he is crouching next to you and offers you a hand up. You take it and are immediately hoisted up. When you are standing once more, Kirishima still has your hand in his. You notice how huge his hands are. They practically engulf yours and are very rough with how calloused they are and yet, his grip on you is soft and very warm. 

   You both stand like that for a split second, eyes looking at your joined hands, before Bakugo starts yelling from across the net.

   “Stop fucking flirting on the court! We only have less than an hour to finish before the court needs to be changed over and I’m not waiting for you two idiots to be done with your fucking hand holding bullshit!” Bakugo seems to be looking directly at Kirishima when he crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow. 

   The little outburst is more than enough to break whatever moment was there and you pull your hand out of Kirishima’s light grasp. Kirishima then moves to rub at his neck in embarrassment.

   “Sorry about him. He is just a bit cranky. He is kind of panicking on what to bring to this picnic date he has and it is making him slightly prickly.” He nervously chuckles.

   “It is alright. I have gotten used to him at this point. All bark and all that.”

   Your comment seems to have really put a smile on Kirishima’s face as he goes back into position so the game can continue. Your team didn’t win this night but it didn’t stop everybody from having a great time. When you went to one of the benches lining the court to pick up your travel bag and head out, you hear someone call your name from a bit a ways and look up.

   Kirishima is looking in your direction and waving. He is standing next to Bakugo before he turns to the blond and says something and then makes his way over to you. You can see Bakugo roll his eyes in the background and send a smirk in your direction before turning to leave the gym without Kirishima in tow. Odd.

   Soon enough, the redhead is standing in front of you with a giant smile on his face again. You feel like you should invest in some sunglasses.

   “Hey, so uh, first, how are you feeling?” he asks. He seems slightly shy for some reason and can’t quite meet your eyes.

   “I’m still feeling pretty good. In the morning maybe another story but I can always pay you back in the future” You both laugh at that before settling down. The air itself seems like something has changed and you are left just looking at Kirishima.

   Kirishima’s eyes looked incredibly soft, somehow. His body relaxed and his face open as he gave you a small smile. You can’t help but return the smile with one of your own.

   “Hey,” he says, almost like a whisper. It was as if he was afraid that whatever little bubble you were in would pop if he spoke too loudly. “I was wondering if you were doing anything else tonight? There is this new smoothie pop-up cart in the park across the street that is apparently really good.” He pauses and it seems like some nerves must have gotten to him because his cheeks become slightly pink. “So I can make up for earlier, I mean.” 

   You don’t really think that is all that there is to him asking you out like that and you give him a slight cock of your head.

   “Sorry, that was very un-manly of me.” He seems to backtrack a bit and takes a deep breath before trying again. “I really just want to take you on a date.” He squares his shoulders and tries again. “Would you like to go out with me to get a smoothie tonight?”

   You can’t help but chuckle a little and the sound seems to calm Kirishima down slightly so he isn’t as tense. He gives you an inquisitive smile and slight cock of his head in return.

   “I would love to,” you say. 

   The thousand watt smile that gets thrown your way at your answer just confirms what you already know; you should really invest in some sunglasses if this may become the new normal.

Also, you should really think about wearing sunglasses when you go outside. Eye damage is real...

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Bully’s Orders

Bullied!Midoriya x Bully GN!reader

18+ only

Warnings: smut, bullying, power imbalance, obsessive behavior, unhealthy dynamics, substance usage referenced (alcohol), humiliation, omorashi (Midoriya), public sex, unprotected sex, and afab language but gn reader

   You have been attending your local college for the last few years and finally get to graduate this coming quarter. It was a long and arduous task so you feel like you have more than earned the few drinks you have been enjoying at that weekend’s frat party. The house was absolutely jammed packed with all manner of intoxicated students and the night was still young. 

   With your drink in hand, you make your way from the self-serve table in the living room to the kitchen to try to get a bit more space. Entering the kitchen, you immediately take a breath of relief at the significantly less amount of people in the room. It was still crowded, but you could at least walk by without bumping into every other person. You spot a clearing near one of the counters and claim it for yourself; you lean against it and slowly sip at your mystery cocktail.

   Your eyes sweep across the room, just taking everything in, before you lock eyes with a pair of big emerald eyes from across the room. Just as quickly as it happened, the guy with a mop of messy green hair and freckles breaks eye contact and pretends to be looking at anything else in the room but you. He appears to get visibly flushed and can’t stop wringing his hands while slouching, trying to look as small and harmless as possible. Of course. Midoriya Izuku. Why weren’t you surprised.

   Ever since you both partnered up for a chemistry project two years ago, it felt like the guy wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone. You weren’t the most open of people so when he would waste your time with his stammering and needless rambling, you lost your patience. Then, the darn nerd had the audacity to try to ask you out! You could barely hold a conversation with the guy without having to cut him off and demand that he gets to the chase so you were beyond confused and put off that he thought he had a chance.

   At first, you just snubbed the guy, thinking he would get the picture, but Midoriya was persistent. He would have flowers delivered to your dorm room despite him never being told where you stay, somehow slip love letters into your textbooks when you didn’t share any classes anymore, and even seem to just show up out of nowhere at the most random of times. It was creepy. Midoriya was a fucking stalker and you felt more than justified with pushing him around as punishment.

   You would bodycheck his shoulder when you walked by him, forcing the journal he normally is clenching in his hand to fall to the ground. You have pasted his love letters all over the community college announcement boards to show everybody how disgustingly creepy and obsessive he was. You have taken to collecting the flowers he gave you and chucking them into the garbage whenever you felt like he was watching you.

   Nothing stopped him though. Midoriya would still try to give you a timid little smile whenever you saw each other on campus or generally act like a fucking schoolkid with their first crush. 

   Which brings you back to your current moment; glaring at Midoriya from across the room, daring him to look up. He seems to be stuck in the corner of the room, fidgeting, trying so hard to pretend that he wasn’t caught being a creep again. Something in you snaps and you push away from the counter to him.

   You have him caged in within seconds and Midoriya seems to startle out of his weird fidgeting moment to look up at you through his lashes and give you a feeble little smile. His cheeks are flushed and his body is curled in on himself as if to make himself not a threat to you.

   “H-hey. Nice t-t-to see you again.” He stutters. Your lips curl up at his kicked animal act and you slam your hand on the wall next to his head. He lets out a little squeak and jumps at the action but makes no move to get out of the situation. He begins to bite at his own lips nervously, waiting for you to do anything.

   “Why the fuck is it that I can’t seem to go anywhere without your fucking face showing up?” you growled menacingly in his face. 

   “I-It’s a coincidence, I s-swear!” Midoriya manages to squeak out. You scoff at the idea. A recluse like Midoriya, socializing willingly? Sounds like a bold faced lie if you ever heard one.

   You give the small nerd a once over again. He was wearing one of his stupid T-shirt t-shirts again and a light pair of tight washed jeans and his dumb bulky red shoes. If there was one thing you could count on outside of his general creepiness, it was his horrible fashion sense. His hair was as unkempt as always. Too thick and unruly to really frame his face correctly and make him look boyish, but not in the charming way. His eyes are massive and watery. He always looks at you so openly despite you clearly wanting to punch his face in half the time. His freckles are plentiful and you could easily spend an hour trying to count all of them. 

   While you were lost in your head, Midoriya speaks up again and pulls you from your thoughts. 

   “Uh, sorry. I-I was actually on my way to the bathroom, if you would please excuse me?” he asks. He makes to duck under your arm but you grab him by the hair and push his head back against the wall. He lets out a small hiss in pain but he doesn’t try to dislodge your grip on him. He is looking directly at you with a blush spread across his cheeks and his plump lips parted slightly as he pants just slightly. You don’t know what it is, but something deep and ugly is telling you to ruin him. You want to see him break and for everybody else to see how fucking disgusting your little stalker is.

   “Then go.”

   “W-what?”

   “I said to fucking piss yourself!” you snarl in his face. You force his legs apart with your foot and slit your thigh between them so he can’t close them. The hand you don’t have forcing his head back to the wall makes its way to his lower stomach, where you think his bladder is located, and you start pushing down on it.

   His eyes get impossibly bigger and both of his hands go down to the hand on his abdomen, gripping your arm but not really making an effort to move it. The flush on his cheeks appear to get darker and he is panting a bit harder as he squirms weakly in your grasp.

   “Well? Are you going to do what I tell you to or are you going to make me force the piss out of you?”

   “I didn’t know that you were into that kind of stuff.” Midoriya says. It was the first sentence he has spoken to you without stuttering and it almost throws you for a loop. “Would watching me wet myself make you happy?”

   And isn’t that the kicker? You, for whatever reason, so badly wanted to watch this fucking nerd make a complete mess out of himself in public. You want to destroy his image and make him never know peace for so long as he is attending this school, just like he has been making the last two years of your college life miserable. 

   And yet, here the nerd was, looking at you through his long damp eyelashes with such determination that you almost released him. 

   Almost.

   You learn forward until your lips brush against his ear and you push more pressure on his bladder in the process. He lets out a sharp little gasp but still makes no move to escape.

   “Piss yourself for me, Deku. Do it now and I may just give you a reward for being the most disgusting pervert I know.” you whisper into his ear.

   You hear Midoriya gulp down whatever saliva collected in his mouth and you can feel him try to nod his head despite the grip on his hair.

   You pull back enough to look at his face as he closes his eyes for a second before looking directly into yours. You can tell when he starts to release because he gives a full body shudder and his arms let go of the hand on your other arm. You have to take a step back to really watch the damage and Midoriya makes no move to cover his shame. A golf ball sized wet spot is already forming on the left leg of his light pants and is growing larger by the second. The wet patch spreads downward to encase the rest of his shaft and then travels down his leg. There was absolutely no hiding how much piss was being released into his pants and dripping onto the floor.

   It seems at that moment, other people are finally noticing his predicament and start whispering and laughing. Midoriya doesn’t try to stop the flow though. Instead, he reaches into the waistband of his pants and moves his cock to the other side of his pants, thoroughly soaking the other leg in his warm clear fluid as well. He pisses for almost a whole minute and a half before fully slumping back against the wall. His jeans are heavy with piss and several people are very aware of his little mishap, but his eyes remain completely focused on you. The determination on his face roots you to the ground with its sheer intensity and you can’t help but feel yourself get a little hot under the nerd’s gaze.

   You decide right then that you weren’t quite done with him and grab his hand to pull him through the throngs of people to the stairs leading to the private rooms. You don’t even care who see you as you pass several couples in the upstairs hallway grinding and basically fucking in such a public area. You make it to the end of the hallway and push Midoriya against the wall again. He goes willingly and makes no move to escape; his eyes were watching your every move and he was panting like a fucking dog in heat.

   You reach out and grab at his bulging crotch, noting that his cock has firmed up and started strain obscenely against the restricted fabric. His cock felt massive in your hand from what you could feel and Midoriya lets out a whimper when you squeeze at it through the denim, hips thrusting for more contact.

   “Fucking pervert. Getting hard after pissing himself like a fucking kid in public. Bet you feel like you have earned your reward, haven’t you?”

   “Yes, please, god, please keep touching me!” Midoriya keens while still humping himself against your hand. You are beyond wet in your own underwear for a different reason. Watching Midoriya humiliate himself like that was such an unexpected turn on and now you were morbidly curious on how big this nerd’s cock was. You already basically ruined your own social standing by dragging the fucking piss pants guy to the place where everybody sneaks away for a quick fuck during these frat parties, what was indulging yourself a little going to do at this point.

   “Take out your cock for me but keep the pants on.” You demand after pulling away your hand. Midoriya was quick to comply. Undoing the zipper and fishing out both his thick cock and heavy balls. By leaving the button in place, the small opening acts like a cock ring and his massive cock and balls look so much fuller. 

   Damn. If you knew the nerd was packing, you would have fucked him sooner.

   But Midoriya really did make quite the sight at the moment. His angry flushed cock sticking out of his pissy jeans. It was absolutely obscene. You don’t even have time to dwell on it before you walk to the opposite side of the hall and pull down your pants and underwear enough to expose your wet pussy to him. You have one arm braced against the wall and another hand reaching back to spread one of your ass cheeks apart, so Midoriya can get a better view of how soaked you were.

   “You plan on just standing there with your dick out?”

   Midoriya seems to snap out of the daze he was in after taking in how hot you looked presenting yourself to him and scrambles to you. He hesitantly grips at your hips and slowly starts rutting against the cleft of your ass. You can practically feel him tremble in excitement.

   “I-I don’t have a c-c-condom.” he states. You can’t help but snort.

   “As if you’ve ever fucked anybody before.” You say with a roll of your eyes. “I get tested regularly. You can just stick it in.”

   “But what if I don’t pull out in time?!”

   “What if I don’t want you to?”

   That seems to have snapped something in Midoriya. One second, the nerd is a trembling mess and the next thing you know, he is lining up with your hole and feeding you inch by tantalizing inch. You can’t help but just brace yourself as you feel like you are being spread to the limit and your mind is getting a bit fuzzy just from how fucking good it felt.

   The nerd finally pauses when his damp jeans are flush with the back of your thighs. The grip he has on your waist is bruising and he leans over you to start to nibble at the back of your neck.

   “You are so tight. I feel like I'm going to cum just from entering you.” he moans.

   “You better fucking not!” You growl at him. Midoriya chuckles before leaning back up and starting up at a brutal pace with his hips.

   “I wouldn’t dream of cumming so soon. Not after waiting for this moment for so long.”

   You can’t help but just hold on for the ride as Midoriya fucks into you with abandon. He showed you no mercy as he used your body to pleasure him. It felt like all his frustration at being rejected and humiliated was comminating into this moment and you can’t help all the moans that are being ripped out of you.

   Fuck, this felt way too good.

   The sounds of your fucking is filling up the end of the hallway but neither of you care. Neither of you can bother with anything but chasing your releases together and nothing else. Midoriya changes the angle of his hips to fuck you even deeper and you can’t help crying out as after a few well placed thrust, you are cumming on Midoriya’s cock. The tightening of your walls is all it takes for Midoriya to start spilling his thick cum into you. He grinds against your ass until his balls are well and truly empty before he leans over to rest on your back again. He doesn’t even bother to pull out as he starts to suck another mark onto the back of your neck.

   You let him mark you up for a bit more before push his head away. Midoriya slips out and gets on his knees to get a better view of his cum dripping out of your hole. When you start to look back to see what he was doing, Midoriya leans forward and starts using his fingers to push the cum back inside. You have to keep your hands steady against the wall as he does this and can't help from reaching another orgasm from his ministrations. 

   Once satisfied, Midoriya stands up and zips himself back into his wet pants. He grimaces at the uncomfortable feeling before moving to pull your own pants back up. You let him fuss over you for a bit before swatting him away and walking down the hallway towards the exit downstairs. When you don’t hear him walking behind you, you turn around to see Midoriya fidgeting with his damn hands again, looking lost.

   “Are you coming or just going to keep standing there like an idiot?”

   Midoriya’s head snaps up from looking at the ground and his eyes are wide. A slow and brilliant smile spreads across his face as he seems to understand what you are implying and runs to catch up. You start heading for the door again when you feel his sweaty and sticky hand slip into yours. Gross. But you must have known what you were signing up for when you fucked the nerd that pissed his pants.

This one was a long one and I am nasty. Sorry not sorry.

 Also, I’m working on opening a Fiverr account if you are interested in personal stories, seeing how I don’t take request that often. I’ll be sure to attach a link when that is up and running.

-Leo

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Coffee

Creepy!Personal Assistant Midoriya x GN!Reader

18+ only

Warnings: food tampering, food kink?, obsession, very creepy behavior

   It has been about four or so months since you hired your new personal assistant and your work life has never been so easy. Midoriya is very vigilant and always so intune to whatever you could possibly need, well before you could even ask for it. He was a bit odd, you would have to admit, but the way he looked at you really showed you that he admired you and your work. Who didn’t like their ego stroked from time to time anyway? He was so quick to give you praise for even the smallest of things, to the point that it almost came across as if he was teasing you. Not that you would honestly think he was though, he was way too earnest. 

   His efficiency knew no bounds. He always had a spare outfit ready for you in your work cabinet in case you had to work overtime and needed to freshen up. You didn’t even tell him your measurements, you think. He was just that good! Midoriya would also always seem to know exactly what you are craving for dinner at the end of the work day or when you have to work overtime and a reservation for two or take out will be ordered. It was always kind of odd eating with Midoriya. It felt like he would always be too busy watching you eat to even touch his food. His cheeks would get flushed and you felt like a hole was being burned into your skull from how intense his stare was. He would also be breathing very heavily and it was a bit concerning. When you brought it to his attention one night, he seemed to just explain it away as nerves.

   “S-sorry, boss. I-I get really nervous eating in front of other people. So-social anxiety.” he stammered and you brushed it off. Everybody had their hang ups and you weren’t about to turn down his company after he kept going above and beyond for you.

   Your mind is brought back to the present moment by Midoriya placing a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of you. You look down into the cup and grimace a little. It would seem the only thing Midoriya couldn’t do was make a decent cup of coffee. Midoriya insisted that the new imported coffee roasted beans he special ordered for you were one of the best in the world. It always tasted a bit bitter to you, in a weird way. At your discretion, Midoriya started adding some crème to the coffee but it seemed to only make it worse. You contemplated asking for sugar or for the beans to be tossed out, but with how much work Midoriya went through to get these supposedly really sought after coffee beans, you decided to just suck it up and admit that you just can’t appreciate good coffee, apparently. 

   You take a sip of the slightly lightened coffee after blowing on it. You can’t help but pull a face when you set the cup down and look up at Midoriya, who is still standing on the other side of the desk, looking at you. He has such a funny looking smile on his face whenever you drink his coffee. Maybe he is just happy that you are still giving it a chance even though you clearly hate it. You can’t help but feel a full body shudder overtake you for a split second though. Strange.

   You clear your throat and go back to looking at the documents you pulled up on your screen.

   “Has my two o’clock appointment for Wednesday confirmed with us yet?”

   “Yes, they have,” Midoriya says, “I also went ahead and finished planning your business trip to Kyoto. It seems like it will be six nights due to the rather big charter deal. I have already booked you an appointment with a luxury onsen on the last night so that you may relax a little before flying back. I also managed to squeeze in an omakase reservation with that one restaurant that was featured in the travel tabloid you keep under your desk. I have also since confiscated the magazine to help you better focus on your work.”

   “I can’t tell if you are spoiling me or if you are my mother!” You can’t help but laugh. See? This is precisely why you kept Midoriya around. Well, you can do without him going through your stuff but you guess someone has to keep you on track.

   There is a knock on your large mahogany door before one of the head managers of the financial department comes rushing in.

   “Sorry to interrupt, but there has been a major miscommunication with one of the mills and we really need you to come and talk to our clients before they try to storm out of the briefing.” The person at the door looked rather frazzled and you can already feel a headache coming on.

   “Yes, yes. I’m coming. Midoriya, can you please stay here and finish sending off the emails to the third branch for me? It is really important that it is done before the end of the day. I’ll have someone else take notes for me during this meeting. Expect me back no later than 8.”

   “Of course,” Midoriya says while you rush by to follow the financial manager. “I’ll have another fresh coffee ready for you by the time you get back so that you can review your documents.”

   With that in mind, you head into the meeting to try to soothe things over and discussions get tiresome rather quickly. You just can’t wait to go back to your office and stuff some take out in your face. You may even be looking forward to that disgusting cup of coffee at this point.

   With the meeting coming to a close, you send a quick text to Midoriya with your company cell phone to let him know you would be back in about twenty minutes. You were just saying goodbye to the clients and walking them out the door but things were finishing up faster than you expected. You were in the elevator before you knew it and heading up to your office suite.

   When the elevator pinged and the doors opened to your private lobby, you noticed Midoriya wasn’t at his desk. He must have been inside making good on his promise of delivering you a fresh mug of coffee. It was a bit too early though, you thought, if he was going based on the original estimate. Oh well.

   The door to the office itself was left ajar so you just slowly push it open and start to take off your outer suit jacket and toss it on one of the leather couches that inhabit the space. The side door that leads to the small nook that holds the wet bar and coffee machine is open. It seemed to always be closed whenever Midoriya was in there fixing you something to drink, so it was odd seeing the door ajar. You head over to peek inside and let Midoriya know that you have returned.

   “Nah-ah,” you hear from outside the doorway. It sounded like…

   “Mmm-ha,” You definitely were not mistaken that time. And if the little pants and moans were not a clue enough for you, the rather slick sound of wet skin was a dead giveaway. You contemplate coming back but this is your office, darn it! What the hell did Midoriya think he was doing? He was always so well mannered that this behavior seemed out of character for him.

   You square your shoulders and round the barrier of the doorway so you can confirm your suspicions and can’t help but freeze at the sight being a whole lot worse than you could have ever imagined. 

   There was Midoriya, pants open and his work shirt bunched up into his mouth as if to help muffle his pants and moans. His hand is working furiously over his hard cock and his hips are thrusting forward every once in a while to really fuck his fist. In his other hand is one of your coffee mugs, posed as if to catch his spend. You stay frozen as you watch him tremble and you can faintly hear a muffled version of your name slip past the makeshift gag in his mouth as rope after rope of thick cum is shot into the waiting mug. It seems like his load would never end before the last rope lands halfway into the mug and half on the rim. He then takes the mug and brings it closer to his still hard cock and runs the head of his dick around the rim, really smearing the pearly white liquid around before pulling the mug away and setting it on the counter. He then reaches for the pot of steaming his coffee he must have brewed earlier and pours it over the cum in the mug.   

   When he turns around, you can’t even move to try to hide. Your feet are rooted and there seems to be no escaping from the smile Midoriya sends your way. 

   He knew.

   He knew you were watching and now he is looking at you in that weird way again. His eyes are dilated and he is flushed and panting. His cock is still out and gives a twitch as he looks you dead in the eye and brings the tainted coffee up to his lips and gives it a sip. The smile he gives you when he is done is sickening and you can’t help but feel absolute dread.

   “Ah, your coffee is ready. Just how you like it.”

#my hero acadamy #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #mha midoriya #deku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #izuku smut #gn!reader #creepy!midoryia #yandere!midoriya #yandere mha #yandere bnha #deku x reader #gender neutral insert #creepy!deku

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you've been gone for a while. Is this blog abandoned?

Not technically

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My Hero Academia Masterlist

Class 1-A

Bakugo Katsuki

Community Theater - Jealous!Bakugo x GN!reader

Summer’s Night - Fae!Bakugo x GN!reader

Midoriya Izuku

Coffee - Creepy Personal Assistant!Midoriya x GN!reader 18+

Bully’s Orders - Bullied!Midoriya x GN!reader 18+

Corn Fields - Yandere!Midoriya x GN!reader

Always and Forever - Ghost!Midoriya x GN!reader

A Letter to You - Platonic!Midoriya x GN!reader

Kirishima Eijiro

Sunglasses - Kirishima x GN!reader

Todoroki Shoto

Secretive Smile  - Yandere!Todoroki x GN!reader

Dabi

In the Corner Booth - Dabi x GN!reader 18+

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Community Theater

Jealous!Bakugo x GN!reader

   Being a part of the theater club hosted by your local community center was just another way to pass time. As you get older, it becomes blatantly obvious that making friends has become increasingly harder to do and most of the friends you have are all somehow tied to your workplace. Not that there was anything bad about having work friends, but when the only thing you had in common with your peers is your career choice, you kind of start feeling caged in with the amount of small talk that gets circulated. 

   So, that brings you to the present moment. Sitting on the ground of the rec center while you try your darndest to sew a stray string of pearls back onto the dress it popped off of. You have been making decent work with the repairs but it feels like you have been at it for hours and your fingers are starting to cramp up. Honestly, why in the world were you being so meticulous about this? You finished up patching little tears and rips in the other costumes already and this one detail in the lead female’s costume will hardly even show in the grand scheme of things. A shadow seems to rise up out of nowhere and block what little lighting you got from the fluorescents.

   “How long do you plan to just stare at the damn thing instead of being useful and fixing it?!” came a rather irritated voice from above.

   You look up and can’t help but shudder when you lock eyes with the intense stare of one Bakugo Katsuki. His blond hair looks like it is exploding from his head and the lighting that filters through the edges almost appears like a halo. And that will be rather fitting, actually. Bakugo was handsome but his temperament was less than desirable and he was a bully. He stomped around the backstage area all the time and terrorized everybody with his loud and brass personality. But it wasn’t like anybody would stand up to the guy. He was casted as The Phantom in the upcoming play and anybody who came to any of the practices would know he fit the role perfectly. His voice was phenomenal. Raspy and deep, it honestly felt like he put all his love and devotion into his singing. When he acted on stage, it felt like he demanded all eyes were on him. He was like an angel of death and destruction and Bakugo knew it as well.

   You have to shake your head to stop staring at him after he raises an eyebrow at you when you don’t give him a response. Bakugo huffs before plopping down next to you on the floor, his indoor shoes ending up on the pure white ball gown you were working on.

   “Hey!” you exclaim before swatting at his feet for him to move them. Bakugo just gives you a lazy smirk but makes no move to get off of the dress. 

   “You have been over here staring at the damned thing for so long, I thought your brain finally quit on you. Would be a shame to have lost the only other person with a single thought going on in their head,” he groused.

   Bakugo was, how do you put it, basically the only person you talked to in the entire theater. It was tragic, really. You came to make friends and it seemed like from the first day you joined, people avoided you like the plague. Now, you are under no illusion that it wasn’t partly Bakugo’s fault.

   On the first day of you joining the costuming crew, Bakugo came bursting into the dressing room yelling at random people about his shirt being too tight. He was on a rampage and everybody else was trying really hard to step out of the way. When he got around to getting up into your face, you looked him directly in the face and reached for the top three bottoms of his dressing shirt that were left open, exposing his firm chest. It seemed like the whole dressing room held its breath as you fiddled with the bottom-most button. Even Bakugo was frozen, his face still pulled back into a snarl and his eyes bloodshot with rage but not a muscle moved as you gave up on closing the shirt that was stretched too thin and made to start smoothing down the wrinkles around the chest. 

   You weren’t sure why you did what you did but it seemed like your lack of reaction to Bakugo’s wrath calmed him down just enough to scoff at you.

   “What? Now the fucking helpers are feeling me up?”

   You seemed to snap out of whatever daze overcame you and you looked up slightly into piercing red eyes. His mouth was pulled into a cruel smirk and his head seems to have gotten closer to you when you weren’t paying attention.

   The moment was broken by the head of costuming rushing over after the shock of Bakugo’s outburst being cut short wore off and everybody took a collective sigh of relief when the fiery blonde was ushered away to have his shirt changed out.

   That had seemed to be the catalyst to your social isolation. Originally, a few staff members would try to approach you and start a conversation but Bakugo would come stomping up out of nowhere and demand your attention in some way, shape, or form. Sometimes, it felt like you would be really getting to know another person and they would suddenly become pale whenever they happened to glance behind your shoulder and run away. You would start to call out to them but Bakugo would appear out of nowhere and demand that you repair something or another. It didn’t even make sense how often he tore his clothes.

   Now, Bakugo, despite his rather abrasive personality, became basically the only person you interacted with at the theater. He was the one that showed you how to properly stitch the clothing back together (although he did call you stupid for joining costuming without knowing anything). Sometimes, he would cook too much lunch and give you the extra and, honestly, his cooking has become something you look forward to. You got used to his jabs and grumbling and now you can say Bakugo was your friend. He even would take time out of his practice schedule to come see you. If anybody asked you, it was the least he could do seeing how he basically scared everybody else away though.

   “There you go spacing out again,” Bakugo huffs from beside you and you have to shake your head to clear it.

   “Sorry. Was thinking about how much of an ass you are.”

   Bakugo lets out a bark of laughter and several heads turn towards you two to see what the commotion was. 

   “Oh, really? Then I guess you don’t need the lunch I brought for you today, huh. Such a shame. I would hate for me to have to waste it on one of these extras.” Bakugo does a lazy sweep of the room but his face pulls into one of disgust just looking at the other crew members.

   “No, no! Please forgive me, Bakugo-sama! How would I ever live without your generosity! I am forever lost without your kindness!!” You lay it on real thick and you can tell that from the small quirk of Bakugo’s mouth and how he refuses to look at you, that he knows you are being sarcastic but he gives easily enough.

   “As long as you know it,” he says before finally taking his foot off the gown and turning his head to look at you. “What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?”

   You pause for a brief second as you look at him. Bakugo looked back at you with such a contemplative expression. It was like he was looking for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty that would flash across your face from such a basic question. And, maybe he had the right to. It kind of sounded like he was asking you to meet up outside of the theater; something you have never done with each other before.

   “Nothing,” you say, “why?”

   “There is a food festival going on in the city tomorrow and you are coming with me” he says with a roll of his eyes. He acts like it was obvious you would join him.

   “And if I had said I had plans?”

   “Then you would cancel them. You can’t live without me, remember?” Bakugo says with his signature lazy smirk. Oh. For some reason, that smirk did a little something to your heart.

   “I believe I said I can’t live without your generosity, not your presence.”

   “Then I am being generous and gracing you with my presence! Do you want to come with me or not?!” Bakugo says with a bit more bite in his voice. His eyebrows are furrowed and he seems to be glaring at you but you can kind of tell he is more frustrated with how the conversation was going than with you not really wanting to go. Looking at Bakugo at that moment seems to have finally made everything click into place. 

   Ah. He was asking you on a date.

   And you guess you should have seen that coming a mile away. How he acts like some overprotective guard dog whenever people try to approach you, him taking time to teach you to sew when he is notorious for his little patience, and him always bringing you lunch and spending every spare moment with you.

   Bakugo’s eyes do not waiver from your face. His attention fully on you like it always seems to be nowadays. You take a deep breath before answering him.

   “Honestly, you’ve spoiled me a bit with your cooking at this point. I think a picnic in the park would be a lot better. Plus, there would be a lot less ‘extras’ for you to have to worry about, yeah?”

   Bakugo seems to release a breath that even he didn’t appear to notice he was holding before his signature smirk came creeping back onto his face.

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Moving forward

I think I’m just going to start writing whatever I want. I got really nervous after getting several requests and then my love for Obey Me faded. Not saying I won't write content for the fandom anymore, but my interests shift and I don’t want to feel barred from writing those things. You all have been so very kind and patient and I am so happy to have you all stick with me. You can send request still, but I am going to be honest, the chances of me responding will probably be rather slim unless it pertains to whatever my current interest at the time happens to be. At the moment, I seem to be very taken by yandere content, especially for My Hero Acadamia. You may see some post like that from me sooner or later

#rambling #leo speaks #leo talks

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Hey, you haven’t posted in a while. Sorry if I’m being annoying but just wanted to check up on you

Not at all and thanks for checking in on me🤗 i got a bit burned out and a little bit busy with some stuff at work so didn't really feel like doing much of anything recently. I'm doing better now though and have more free time again🤗

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