#Pro Heros :: Confidential

[shibaraki]

OUT OF MY HEAD, HALF BURSTING ┊ MIDORIYA IZUKU

synopsis: japan’s sweetheart and saviour is in a quirk induced coma. you’re the only one that can bring him back.

tags: GN reader, post canon au, pro hero deku, quirk accidents, fluff + angst, hospitalisation, mutual pining, intimacy, technically doctor/patient but they know each other, friends to lovers, reader has quirk (‘dream walker’), memory/dream sharing, referenced depression, getting together, kissing, cheesy idc idc

wc: 5.2K

In your years wading through patients' memories, you’ve found that people have the most uncanny ability to resign themselves to their fate. You’ve wondered time and time again whether it’s instinctive to ruin things—if humans couldn’t help but stumble and make a mess of the things around them.

You recall that thought process now with a weary sigh, as your eyes skim over the patient's name for the tenth time in as many seconds. Midoriya Izuku.

“Well? Are you gonna do it or not?”

You’ve been staring at the medical file for long enough that an uncomfortable silence has dawned upon your office. Two weeks prior, a villain named Catatonic used her quirk to force Deku into a comatose state, that which he has yet to wake from. Even after the liberal use of quirk inhibitors, countless visits from Eraserhead and the administration of various stimulants, Deku would not stir. Realistically he should’ve roused from the coma naturally as soon as the quirk was cancelled. But he hadn’t, and his doctors can only assume it’s because he can’t, or refuses to.

Thus the case in your lap. A last resort.

“I’ll do it,” you intoned, thumb flicking at the corner of the manila folder. There’s already a deep crease there. The file itself is the heaviest you’ve ever had in your hands. Dense in a way that makes you ache. You and Deku are good friends—the kind of friendship that forms mainly because you frequent the same places. That place in particular being the hospital, except you were there to work, and he was often wandering the hallways listlessly to burn off the dregs of whatever sedatives he’d taken or visiting with patients.

Awkward small talk eventually blossomed into real, fulfilling conversations, and you started to like him, a lot more than you should. You kept the memory of his small, sincere smile close to your chest; nothing like that dazzling grin he wore on duty, it was softer, something private, and you relished being on the receiving end of it.

He was skilled at talking around his injuries. Sometimes if you felt especially bone-weary after a shift you’d be so relieved to see him that you forgot to ask. That sits with you. Deku is a hero. A good one, the best one. He’s brilliant at what he does—keeping people safe, protecting them from harm. In the entirety of his career, it appears he rarely, if ever, turned that care and consideration onto himself. You’re not a licensed therapist, and barely a doctor. Still you contemplate his medical history with a cold sense of regret.

“You realise there’s a large possibility I’ll end up seeing a lot of confidential stuff while I’m in there”.

“Don’t care. S’not like you can tell anyone”.

“I don’t think you understand how invasive this will be. I’ll see personal things. Private things, Bakugo. He won’t be happy”.

“Don’t care. If he doesn’t like it then maybe he should fuckin’ wake up”.

“This might not work, you know,” you finish tiredly.

Bakugo arches his brow at that. Despite the shadows under his eyes there’s no defeated slope to his shoulders, only a fierce scowl. “Either you can do it or you can’t,” he says, voice unsteady as if reeling between rationality and outright aggression. “You’re supposed to be the best at what you do”.

“I am the best at what I do, Bakugo. I can promise you I’ll find him”.

“Then what’s the damn problem?”

The file feels heavier. It feels like a foregone conclusion. You swallow, your throat dry. You don’t bother attempting a smile. You’ve lost the will to maintain your professional veneer.

“I can’t promise he’ll want to come back”.

Dream walker.

At twelve years old you thought it made your quirk sound whimsical, and gentle, and not at all the invasive thing that it actually is. After all, your reach didn’t end only at dreams. You were able to project your consciousness into another’s mind if it pleased you, parse through every memory, ambition, fantasy, trauma and fear, and manipulate them however you liked. Back when your control was non-existent you would drift into people’s heads whenever you slept like some wayward soul and saw far too much far too young.

The need to understand yourself and your quirk is what drove you to studying medicine. Neuropsychology, mainly. You carved meditative techniques into the very recesses of your own brain and learned to keep your consciousness tightly moored but had no real ambition beyond that. After the war and the complete upheaval and reform of hero society, it was difficult to find your place.

Until Okumura Yukiko.

At the small age of eight, Yukiko fell under the effects of a severe nightmare quirk, and despite the quirk being canceled she couldn’t wake up naturally. You had carefully walked through the delicate threads that made up her young mindscape—quirk-infested by formless shadows with knife-sharp teeth and worse, eerie figures that wore the appearance of her father—you found her trembling inside her mothers figmental wardrobe, took her hand, and guided her out.

When you came to she was curled up in the swaddle of your arms, trembling still, but awake. Her timid incantations ring true in your ears even now. Those tiny little thank you, thank you, thank you’s inspired the person you are today. Not quite a doctor, or a therapist. A specialist for special cases.

Something in your gut told you that traipsing into Midoriya Izuku’s mind wouldn’t be simple. That it would permanently change things. This isn’t some stranger, or a patient you’d never cross paths with again. He’s important to you in a way others aren’t.

Your hand hovers over his face, fingertips brushing his temple. You push your fingers into his thick green hair, rich in colour and soft, no knots to catch on your knuckles. His friends have been visiting in shifts, keeping him comfortable and presentable.

Bakugo had managed to keep the Hero Commission at bay for the time being, but if you came back without Midoriya tomorrow there would be far more than one scowling man looming in your office. Though the possibility left a bad taste in your mouth you can admit, in the privacy of your thoughts, that you’ve contemplated prolonging his recovery for the sake of allowing Midoriya rest. There must be something keeping him under, his genuine reluctance or worse; you’ve been reassured repeatedly of All for One’s death and the absence of the previous quirk holders but it’s best to exercise vigilance.

Midoriya does not react, not even a twitch of his nose, but there’s a flutter beneath his eyelids and a sleepy-sweet warmth to him that has you smiling, fond. Tucking your feet around the legs of your chair, you scoot it forward and bend closer, elbows resting on the edge of the hospital bed. “I’m not sure you can hear me in there. Maybe not. But I hope you won’t hate me for this,” you tell him.

Midoriya’s face remains serene as ever—more so than you can remember. It makes you wonder how much pain and discomfort he’s been hiding throughout your interactions. The tension has been sapped from his expression, lashes fanning over his cheeks. You’re close enough to count each individual freckle. Lightly, your thumb taps the space between his brows. “There are a lot of people out here that love you. They’re waiting for you to wake up, so I’ll have to have a look around your head a bit. Okay?”

Nothing. Heartbeat monitor pulsing a healthy rhythm, broad chest rising and falling, Midoriya continues to sleep. You sigh and cast a final glance around the private hospital room. The clock reads 18:22. Outside the window you see a single cloud, wispy as a dandelion, slowly disintegrate across the dusky sky. You make a cradle with your arm, head resting in the crook while you take Midoriya’s hand and try to relax. Anticipation turns in your gut. Years of experience aside, you’ve never really acclimated to the feeling of that first step into another’s subconscious.

Pressure gathers inside your skull as your quirk activates. You inhale a quick, wounded breath at the sensation. Your eyes roll back, vision swallowed by abrupt darkness, and you jerk against the distinct sensation of falling as your stomach roils. You’re overwhelmed by a cacophony of images and sounds—a determination that happiness would come, then moored to the burden of expectation, any optimism muffled under exhaustion and pain, replaced swiftly by a sense of discontent, grief and regret that swelled over time.

And then everything stops.

Your arms feel empty. Your chest feels hungry. You ache with it, the disquieting loneliness. Fog leaks into the memory, surroundings concealed beneath a thick mist. Behind you is a small pond. There’s a notebook soaking in the water. The koi are mouthing curiously at the weathered corners, faint black tendrils of ink curling off the charred pages. Scrawled boldly across the top is ‘Hero Analysis for The Future: No. 13’. Your strikingly young reflection ripples as you plunge your hand in and fish it out, holding it at arm's length as you shake the excess away.

Sufficiently less soaked, you draw the notebook to your front and carefully turn the cover to read the first page. You can feel the slight indentations on the back where a pen has been pressed hard enough to score the words through the page. Written inside, smudged but undeniable, is Midoriya Izuku’s name.

“Uh—excuse me…” a shaky, pitched voice comes from behind you, belonging to a very familiar pair of teary eyes. Midoriya is not just small, he’s scrawny. His hair is longer, unable to decide on which direction it wants to grow, and his middle school uniform is slightly ill-fitting, as though his mother bought it a size bigger for longevity. He ducks into the higher collar to hide his reddened face when you look at him.

The urge to bundle him up and hide him from the world is fierce. The situation is odd, but you offer a smile and his blush worsens. “Is this yours?” you ask, holding up the notebook. You try not to grimace at your own childlike voice. Midoriya nods frantically. His hands flex around the straps of his backpack. Smaller than the broad palms you’re familiar with, neither scarred nor crooked, trembling where they motion to clasp around the notebook. Your fingers brush and he attempts to swallow the yelp that bubbles in his throat.

“Thank you,” he stammers, pressing the notebook flat to his own chest. Midoriya swallows. His gaze never strays from you, growing brighter with each passing second as the idea in his head takes shape.

“Do you go to school here?”

“Oh,” you blink and the shadows have elongated. The pond is now hugging a school building. You recognise it despite never having seen it before. Aldera Junior High. “I don't,” you answer, sounding sorry. He predictably deflates. “I live close by, though!”

Midoriya perks up again. He shifts his weight between each foot. Red faced and unsteady, he quietly asks, “Do you think we could be friends?”

Your mouth slacks a bit, answers dying in your throat. You look down at your hands, palms upturned and unblemished. The dappled sunlight passes through your incorporeal form. Interaction with anything aside from the true patient during your work is incredibly rare though not entirely unfounded; people who daydream in vivid detail or ruminate chronically on old regrets usually had false memories in excess. Their minds seem to naturally meld around your intrusion, but they never went so far as to seamlessly incorporate you. Which can only mean one thing.

You fit because Midoriya has imagined this numerous times before—befriending you as a child.

Before you can respond you’re being dragged abruptly into a memory, the echo of a blinding flash of pain rippling through you. A reflexive gasp has your chest heaving and you curse at your lack of control. There’s barely a shard of light. Behind you is a hard, jagged surface but below is loose, uprooted. Attempts to move are futile, and agonising. You slump into the displaced rubble, silt and icy embrace, and listen. From above there is only a haunting silence but only a few feet ahead you hear muffled crying and Bakugo’s strangely tinny voice.

Your vision adjusts in increments, from pure darkness to a soft outlined blob to a comfortingly familiar silhouette. Midoriya is poised like an Atlantean statue, holding up the creaking structure and keeping it from crushing the young girl cowered in front of him.

Another wave of pain washes over you as the rubble groans. Midoriya bites back a whimper. His body is sinew and bone pulled taut, skin stretched over a drum. Everything seemed to swell dramatically around him.

“We’re almost there, kid. Two minutes,” Bakugo’s voice spills jarringly from the bulky earpiece hugging Midoriya’s ear. “Now look at Deku for me. You lookin’?” the young girl does as he commands. You see her trepidation falter at the easy smile Deku is wearing. “Bet he’s got a big dumb grin on his face right now, yeah?”

“Y—yeah,” she echoes, clutching the dirtied hem of her dress.

“You think he’d be smiling if there was anythin’ to be scared of?”

Her shoulders slant, the tension released, and she offers a tremulous smile of her own, “No”.

But you can feel, quite viscerally, how scared Deku was in that moment. The nauseating pain in his arms has dwindled into numbness and he daren’t spare himself more than the occasional shallow breath, as if the bloating of his lungs alone might disrupt his balance. Not once does his smile falter.

The surroundings warp again. You struggle against the whiplash, flung unwillingly into another memory. Breath forced from your lungs, the echo of Izuku’s pain dissipates in a blink and you land on unsteady feet, coughing and spluttering in the middle of an eclectic café covered in tinsel.

A sign written in cursive above the chalkboard menu reads ‘Mean Mug’. Melodious Christmas music plays quietly overhead, and the bell above the door is soft enough to get lost in the smooth notes. You’re cocooned by heat and met with bold patterned wallpaper. The unifying palette seems to be warm-toned colours; red, orange and brown come together amidst the mismatched decor to create a cosy atmosphere.

A half heartedly disguised Midoriya shuffles awkwardly by the counter, looking up at the door with trepidation every time the bell chimes to signal another customer. He grins once Uravity arrives in a casual disguise of her own, eyes still bright beneath the shadow of his cap.

They order and settle in a quaint alcove away from the windows and any prying eyes. Neither hero notices your presence as you seat yourself at their table and listen to their conversation. There are things you don’t understand. Code words to be used when discussing sensitive matters outside of their agencies. Inside jokes that you weren’t there for. But most curious of all is the knowing look on Uraraka’s face when Midoriya mentions that he saw you at the hospital that day.

“You’re hopeless, Deku-kun,” she says, as fond as she is amused. “What was your excuse this time?”

Midoriya clears his throat. He grips his cup, pressing until his knuckles turn white. It draws your attention to the thin cast splinting his ring and middle fingers together. “I broke my fingers sparring with Kirishima”.

You remember that, though too entrenched in his memory to attempt receding into yours for details.

“So you leapt halfway across the city to have them stuck together despite the fact that your agency has an on-site infirmary,” Uraraka’s hair falls in a gentle swoop beneath her jaw as she laughs. Midoriya shrinks into himself ever so slightly and her eyes soften. She pokes at his forearm. “C’mon Deku—why haven’t you asked yet? Do you really think you’ll get rejected?”

Glancing back and forth between them, your heart beats a tattoo across the inside of your ribs. You feel as if you’ve both missed something quite important and heard too much. You push your chair backwards and fall away from the table, and the memory, before Midoriya can respond.

With renewed determination—and heat rising to your cheeks—you reign in your quirk, steering cautiously through Midoriya’s subconscious mind as you should’ve in the first place. Images flicker in and around your periphery, each as desperate to draw you in as the last.

You see Midoriya crying, bleeding, lashing out in anger. You see him in a sterilised room, lulled by monotonous beeps, flesh stitched back together. You hear the doctor's voices coalesce into white noise. You watch as he’s handed crudely drawn thank you cards, coffee-stained police reports and thick manila envelopes marked as confidential in large red letters.

You turn away as Eraserhead approaches, a solemn expression, a quiet clink accompanying his footsteps, unnaturally heavy to one side, a young girl with silver hair following right behind him.

Your heart leaps to your throat when he screams in agony. You look down. There’s blood running down the street in rivulets, skin coming apart like wet paper.

You close your eyes. Next you risk a glance All Might is there, thinner than ever. He’s sitting in a wheelchair by a large window swaddled in a thick knitted blanket, watching over the city, smiling.

You turn away, feeling a pang of grief. Midoriya is expressionless, examining his battered body in the mirror, condensation still lingering on the glass, tendrils of heat curling upward as the shower drain gurgles.

Then he’s in a dark room bringing a stranger's hand to his mouth, kissing the centre of their palm, drawing the finger into his kiss-bitten mouth and sucking with a hazy gleam in his eyes.

It’s overwhelming. You stumble and suddenly Shouto is eating across from Izuku. He brings his chopsticks to his lips, noodles hung limp between them. “It’s obvious you like each other. You should just confess,” he says before shovelling his food.

Too private. You turn on your heel and find a patient of yours on the bed, unresponsive. Izuku is beside you, muttering under his breath, thumb pressed to the shadow beneath his lip. He reaches back to brush your wrist and offers a tentative touch of reassurance. You watch yourself lean against him for a moment and then retreat, grateful for his consideration, unneeding of it, and desperately wanting it, all at once.

The scene ripples violently. A reporter is staring up at Izuku with sparkling eyes. Her hair cycles through an array of colours as she shakes with excitement. “It’s amazing, Deku-san,” she insists. “For your spirit to be so heroic that it physically steers your body… that’s special!”

Izuku conceded with a strained laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. You feel how his stomach knots. “I used to think so too,” he says, sounding far away.

It’s the middle of the night somewhere when your search finally comes to a halt. You find you’ve landed on an empty street, in that dense, heavy darkness that makes you feel like the only person in the world who’s awake. There’s a tall residential building hugging the pavement. Intuitively, you know this is where Izuku lives.

Your footsteps are made heavy by Izuku’s lingering hurt and exhaustion. It’s disconcerting, the way he feels about his apartment. Coming home should be effortless. People come home in the same way they draw breath. But to Izuku, it's a weary, miserable journey that he must consciously think about and do. His perennial loneliness is overwhelming, a near physical force repelling you from opening the large glass door.

One foot in the lobby and the surroundings undulate. You’re dropped in the middle of his living room. It’s vacant. There’s a large box of case files tucked under the coffee table, an old takeout box left out on the counter, a blanket strewn haphazardly over the couch cushions. You pinch the soft fabric and rub it between your fingers, bringing it to your nose as you’re overcome by the urge to smell it. Izuku’s warm scent floods your senses.

Something thuds outside, followed by a tinkling of keys on a chain. Your blood runs quicker as the front door abruptly opens. Izuku looks harried as he ducks into the genkan, quite visibly frayed. The upper half of his hero suit is unzipped, pushed down to hang over his hips, littered with debris and dry mud. You hold your breath as he kicks off his shoes and lifts his head, meeting your wide-eyed gaze. The air around you is charged. Trepidation prickles at your nape.

Then the shadows over his stormy face recede. Izuku gentles, light returning to his previously empty eyes. “I’m home,” he breathes. “I missed you”. His voice shivers down your spine—you know in your gut that this is him, the real Izuku, but that fact is hard to believe while he’s looking at you like he wants you.

“Welcome home,” you smile back, slipping the blanket around your shoulders as you move toward him. “Hard day at—?”

Your intentions are to sit him down, keep him calm so as not to be ejected, and explain what’s happening, but before you have the chance his larger body crowds you against the wall—the dull impact reverberates through your ribs, knocking the breath from your lungs and he’s kissing you as if it’s something he always does.

Though it’s more of a collision than a kiss. The sensation is indescribable. Information spills into your mouth, your quirk reflexively absorbing his every fantasy, ache and want. Your knees almost buckle. The blanket puddles at your feet. Fingers snake into his thick hair, nails dig into his roots where skin becomes earth as you try to reciprocate his fervour.

Under your tongue you feel the cut on his lip, under your palms the dark swell across his cheek. You shake off the cloud of desire. Too many lines have already been crossed. “Izuku,” you whine. His name comes naturally now; you know him deeply enough. Blunt teeth graze at your jaw, your throat. You lean away for air only to catch a glimpse of another angry ivory-red bruise peeking from beneath his loose collar. “Izuku,” you tried again. Then louder. “Izuku, that’s enough”.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Izuku rasps as he rears up from the crook of your neck with wide, glassy eyes.

“No—I’m,” your heart beats hard in your ears. Dread sinks low in your belly. “It’s me. I’m really here, Izuku. You’ve been away for too long. I had to use my quirk. We need to wake up”.

“Wake up? You’re… oh,” his eyes grow wider, then shutter closed on a shaky exhale. The cut on his bottom lip has started bleeding again. Rivulets seeped into the cracks between his teeth and stained his gums red. You yearn for the searing heat of his hands as he releases you and staggers backwards to scrub at his face. “Oh my god”.

“Wait. Please don’t throw me out,” you say quickly, reaching to clutch at his wrist in case he panicked. Izuku tenses at the contact only to relax a beat later, his fingers spreading over his eyes so he can get a peek at you. “It took me forever to find you here. There’s a lot of stuff in your head”.

“I won’t. I wouldn’t,” he mumbles. You could collapse in relief. He’s not angry, he’s embarrassed.

“Thank you. I promise I tried not to look at anything too private”. Your mind didn’t make it easy, you think. It was almost like he wanted me to see everything.

Izuku groans and lets his hands drop to his sides in defeat, revealing an entirely pink face. You keep your fingers curled around his wrist, his pulse light and fast. “Okay. I’m okay. We should probably sit down for this,” he eventually croaks, a tremulous smile working its way across his lips. “Drink?”

You pick up the blanket and make your way to the couch while he briefly disappears into the kitchen. Around you the apartment takes on a rosy sheen. A dull clink shudders through the silence as Izuku sets a cup on the coffee table in front of you. It’s your favourite work mug down to the smallest details.

“You remembered this old thing?”

Shaped like a cat, the handle curved in and away like a feline’s tail. It’s piping hot, steam already curling up from it like a crooked finger, like the invitation he meant it to be.

Izuku nodded awkwardly, perched so far forward that it stretched credulity to say he was on the couch at all. He tracks your movements with intensity when you lean to pick up the hot drink. The initial sting to your palms quickly dwindles into numbness as you bring it closer and realise what’s inside. Hot chocolate. The surface sprinkled with those small, cube shaped marshmallows that he likes.

You swallow and feel the warmth spread through your body. A smile pulls at the corner of your mouth as the thick, saccharine flavour floods your senses, washing back the bitterness and thawing your anxiety. You can hear the tension in Izuku’s shoulders snap as he slumps forward, arms hung over his knees and head low in relief. His reaction is oddly vindicating, if not contagious.

“How long have I been asleep?” he asks. “Time is weird here”.

“You’ve been comatose for over two weeks,” you reply. “They tried everything they could before Bakugo insisted on bringing me in. You have a lot of people waiting for you”.

Izuku inhales sharply. He makes an aborted motion to scoot closer before thinking better of it. Your attention strays to the nervous wringing of his battle worn hands. Endeared, you put your mug down and close the distance yourself. Pressed thigh to thigh, you envelop his tightly curled fists, bringing them into your lap. The shaky breath he takes is loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“Honestly I’m surprised you’re still working”.

He looks at you with an unsure, watery smile, sunlight caught in glassy eyes. His voice is thick as he asks, “What do you mean?”

You smile sadly and run your thumb over his knuckles. “You’ve been on patrol. I thought you might’ve locked yourself in your head because you needed a proper break—and who could blame you, really. But you’re working yourself thin even in your dreams”.

Izuku huffed a laugh, more breath than humour. “I love being a hero. It’s what I’ve always wanted,” he says, his voice tight. You sink into his side and feel his diaphragm stutter. “But it isn’t everything. It felt like I was suffocating and I needed something more. Something to come home to for a little while…”

His red-rimmed eyes quickly return to his lap when you meet them. “I still can’t believe you’re here. Your quirk really is incredible”.

You can feel the shame swatting at you like a summer-born heatwave, reminded of just how deeply you’ve invaded his privacy, and how easily you overstepped your bounds.

“I’m so sorry,” he continues, at the same time that you tell him, “I’m sorry, Izuku”.

“Please. Let me go first,” he murmurs like a question. You nod your assent. “I’m sorry I forced myself on you. I thought you were a part of my imagination, like the rest of this place. I should have realised you weren’t. I’m sorry,” he rambles on. “I wanted to be closer to you but I got carried away and I’m sorry”.

“You couldn’t have known. I should have told you it was me as soon as you walked in,” you firmly interject. Izuku doesn’t look any less stricken in your periphery, cheek sunken where he’s gnawing at the flesh. “And you didn’t force anything. I hardly pushed you away,” your brow wrinkles and you smile despite yourself. “I got a little lost in your head, too. Not my most professional moment. But I wouldn’t want to leave either, if we were cuddled up in here all day”.

“Really?” Izuku blinks. Hope colours his cheeks. He clears his throat and shifts in place as he tries very hard to appear unaffected. “You don’t think it’s creepy—me picturing all this with you?”

You think of that young boy yoked with the burden of expectation and feel your heart crack. You can still taste his desires. They’re insipid, belying their age, as though they’d lingered long enough to stale. Izuku treasured his friends and fans', their love and loyalty; yet he felt guilty for allowing them to foster such a blind faith in his goodness. He was a man with faults like any other, capable of making mistakes, of inflicting harm. More than anything Izuku longed for someone to see the darker, uglier corners of his life, and make room for all of him. You wanted to be the one to do it.

“I’ve imagined this with you. This and more,” bolstered by everything you’ve seen, the confession spills out with startling ease. Your eyes squint above the curve of your smile. “I like you too,” you coaxed his fist open as you spoke, mapping out the carved furrows, shallows and depths on his palm. “A lot”.

“Oh,” he exhales, slowly entangling your fingers.

You give an emphatic nod.

“How mad is Kacchan?”

“Pretty mad. But when is he not?” you laugh at his grimace. “I’ll be there as a buffer when you wake up. It’s my professional opinion that you need a few more days to recuperate and take me out for crêpes. So will you come home with me?”

There’s a gleam in his eyes—a combination of warmth and weight that tugs at your chest. His gaze flickers across your face, from your lips to your eyes in askance. You lean in and he kisses you again, sipping gently at your mouth, firm and slightly sticky with congealed blood. Strange. It feels so real. You suppose it is, in all the ways that matter.

“Okay,” he whispers after one last peck to your lips. You get to your feet as he stands and gestures nervously toward the genkan. “I, uh. I don’t really know how to get out of here so… lead the way?”

You laugh and take him by the hand. “Don’t worry. The way back is always a lot faster. It’s a little disorienting—watch your step,” you warn as he follows you through the front door. Rather than the lobby, or a stairwell, both bodies are swallowed up by darkness.

Spat out just as abruptly, your senses return to you piece by piece. Breathing through the vertigo you peel your eyes open to the rapid rise and fall of Izuku’s chest as he reorients himself. A crick in your neck, a knot in your spine. The clock reads 07:12. There are already nurses bustling around the hospital bed, likely alerted by the frantic heart monitor; that which does little to hide the way Izuku’s pulse stutters when you lift your head to get a look at him.

“I’m home,” he says, throat rough from disuse.

Your hands are still entwined, albeit a little sweaty. You smile, “Welcome home”.

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[silverynight]

The roommate

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Part XVI

"Have you heard?" A girl who's working on pro hero Jet-Black's suit says to her friends, not even bothering to keep it quiet: "Someone made a thread about the missing people on Twitter and they said they have found one of them but they're... dead."

Izuku pales, he sits back on his seat, wondering if that's true and how their partner must be feeling at the moment. If what she's saying is true, it'd make so much sense for Shoto and Katsuki to be acting like that.

So the villain is not only interested in kidnapping, they want to kill their victims.

But why? Is this some type of revenge against the hero community, against the system? Or they just want to cause chaos to get the pro heroes distracted?

"Midoriya!"

Izuku snaps out of it when one of his coworkers touches his shoulder gently, he gasps like he needs air and realizes that everyone is looking at him with concern.

"I'm sorry," the girl apologizes, although he doesn't understand why. "I... forgot. Sometimes I forget you're dating them."

"It's fine." He assures her, making a dismissive gesture with his hand and trying to pretend he's focusing on his work instead. "I'm fine. I hope they find the others safe and sound soon."

Then there comes the silence; the uncomfortable silence Izuku has learned to dislike... it makes him feel bad and a little bit nervous.

Part of him wants his two boyfriends to stop treating him like he's made of glass and another part of him is scared and concerned.

What's going on? Why would anyone do something like that?

He knows he shouldn't trust a thread on Twitter, but when his boyfriends come to look for him, he has the feeling that everything is true.

It's written all over their faces.

"I want to spend time with you two," he says suddenly, prompting them to look back with confusion; he doesn't blame them. "Outside our apartment. Let's go out for a while."

"Izuku..."

"Please, Kacchan. Only for a couple of minutes."

They have another silent conversation before they both nod; Izuku doesn't know how to feel about that yet, he understands they must keep a couple of things from him, especially about an investigation as important as that one, but at the same time he feels left out from certain parts of their relationship. It's like they don't completely trust him anymore.

They take him to the top of their favorite building; the sky is beautiful and for a moment it's all that matters. It's like nothing is wrong.

But it lasts only a couple of seconds.

Izuku sits in the middle of them and takes a deep breath before looking from one to another and giving them a kiss.

"Is it true you found one of the missing people? Are they dead?"

Shoto stares at him in shock and worry while Katsuki curses under his breath, although Izuku can perfectly hear him.

"Where did you–"

"A coworker read a thread on Twitter."

"Those fuckers! Who's leaking information?"

"So it's true..." Izuku sighs; he would've liked to hear it from them first. "So is the villain killing them?"

"We shouldn't–"

Izuku cuts Shoto off with a hand gesture. Honestly, he's getting tired of being kept in the complete dark. It's hurting him.

"How do you expect me to take precautions if you don't tell me anything?" He takes a deep breath, trying not to tear up. Maybe he's overreacting, but he doesn't feel that good that night. "I would never post any confidential information if that's what you think. I know how to keep a secret."

Finally realizing how upset he is, Katsuki leans to stroke Izuku's cheek, but he moves away.

"Listen... I understand that you cannot tell me everything. You're probably working on another cases that I know nothing about and that's fine, but I feel like this time I deserve to know a bit since I could be their next target–"

"Shut up," Katsuki almost growls, looking suddenly distressed; Izuku wonders if he was the one who found the body.

"We just want to protect you."

"From the truth?" Izuku pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling suddenly exhausted. Maybe this was all a mistake, perhaps he's not suited to be in a relationship with any pro hero, let alone two. "Listen, I know you both have a day off tomorrow, so we can talk about this then."

"We won't be taking days off anytime soon," Katsuki grumbles then, looking away from Izuku. "We need to find this fucker as soon as possible."

"And you didn't think about mentioning this to me?" He should stop talking otherwise he's going to have a breakdown in front of them.

"We discussed it–"

"But not with me!" Izuku gets up and notices how both of them almost jump because they're afraid he might fall. He rolls his eyes. "I feel like you haven't had a proper conversation with me in weeks! Relationships are not just about physical intimacy! We need to talk! Talk to me!"

They look at each other then, having yet another silent conversation he's not allowed to be part of. Izuku's lip trembles, but he stops himself from sobbing. He's never felt so left out before. Is he being unreasonable? He can see how tired and concerned they are.

"Izuku, this case has been particularly difficult for both of us. But as soon as this is over–"

Does it mean that every time they have a case like that and they fear for his life they'll stop talking to him? Izuku is not sure he wants something like that in their relationship.

"It's okay. We'll talk when you two have time."

Katsuki has to go to work so he tries to kiss Izuku goodbye, but the green haired man is too overwhelmed by his own feelings to do that he moves out of the way again.

When Shoto and he are back home, the pro hero offers to make dinner for him, but Izuku is not actually hungry.

"It's fine... I'll take the other room tonight," Izuku mumbles, before closing the door after getting inside. Shoto must know how upset he is because he doesn't even protest.

Is he being fair? Is it okay to worry about something so trivial as lack of communication when someone just died?

Izuku buries himself under his favorite blankets and lets a couple of tears escape from his eyes before falling asleep.

***

When he opens his eyes, he realizes he didn't actually rest at all and somehow hearing Katsuki and Shoto whispering outside doesn't do him any favors.

"I made breakfast," Shoto mumbles almost shyly as he follows Izuku as soon as he steps outside the other bedroom.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry. I'll just take a shower," Izuku says, he doesn't even have the energy to pretend to be happy.

Over Shoto's shoulder, he notices Katsuki standing, looking like at him with the closest to a kicked puppy expression he can make. Izuku also notices the scratches all over his shoulders and has the temptation to ask how his shift went.

He must be exhausted.

"Come on, sit on the couch," he sighs.

Katsuki nods, perhaps sensing that arguing with Izuku won't do any good at the moment. He sits quietly and lets Izuku patch him up.

Without a word he finishes quickly, takes a shower and changes his clothes. He finds the pro heroes waiting outside of the room again.

"I'm sorry, Izuku." Both his boyfriends says at the same time.

"We need to have a serious conversation. The three of us. Because I feel like I deserve to know a little bit about what's going on."

Katsuki presses his lips together and Izuku knows, just by his expression that he still refuses to say a word about the case. When he turns around, he notices that Shoto is shaking his head.

Maybe Izuku is in the wrong. Perhaps he not only wasn't born to be a hero, he also wasn't born to date one... or two.

He shouldn't be thinking about that; he spent a couple of years with his therapist trying to understand and change those negative feelings.

They're coming back.

"You should rest, Kacchan."

"I'll take Izuku to work."

"No, it's fine," the green haired man says, almost rolling his eyes when he notices Katsuki taking a few steps closer, ready to argue with him. "I called Kirishima. He's going to take me to work today."

Like he's been summoned, someone knocks at the door and when he sees Kirishima with a sincere smile on his face, Izuku feels a lot better.

He's a very good friend, he really hopes Shoto and Katsuki appreciate him.

"Izuku, there's no need–"

"I'll be fine. You two should rest."

It's too much for them; clearly taking care of him and worrying about the case is slowly draining them.

Part of him thinks it'd be better to break up with them; they can be friends and that way they can only worry about the case and the people who are still in danger.

***

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Hi! i liked your 1st hc od YPH!Reader ^^. Cand you do part 2 where its the each of the students’ reaction to meeting Young pro hero! reader

Class 1-A's reaction to meeting Young pro hero! reader

GIF by wackyracesdavidfurtado

A/N: A lot of these are quite repetitive ToT, I don’t know much about the other characters who don’t get enough screen time, but I try >.&lt; GN! Reader (mentions of feminine and masculine identities in Mineta’s) 

Genre: Fluff

(p/h/n) - Pro hero name

based on this headcanon-ish fanfic

Katsuki Bakugo

After the training, he was dedicated to surpassing you

You? Already a pro hero when you’re the same age as him?

No can do, he will try to get you to spill how you managed to get a licence without going to hero school.

But after you explain to him that it's confidential information, he will reluctantly stop asking you.

He will ask you to spar with him though

Better be ready for this blasty boy to be all over you trying to one you up. 

Izuku Midoriya

Was amazed at you

A pro at your age? You are basically his other idol after all might

Definitely sooo happy to have met you. Like a fanboying type happy, you were probably like his “if (p/h/n) was able to do it at such a young age, then so can I!” 

Asked a lot about your quirk, about villain fighting stories you have

Also asked about a lot of tips on becoming a hero

Will ask to hang out with you more outside of hero training

Shoto Todoroki

After the training, he was dedicated to surpassing you (1) 

You were probably someone his father compared to him to while in UA

“Shoto, look at (p/h/n) already a pro hero and climbing the ranks, and they’re the same age as you!” - Endeavor

After you answered his question about becoming a hero without hero school, He often would ask you to give him hero tips as well.

He used to see you as just someone to surpass, but after you told him about the villain fights you’ve had, you had earned his respect. 

He also asks you to spar with him in your free time.

Tenya Iida

Apparently, his brother Tensei has had the opportunity to work with you before. 

He told Tenya about you and how it would have been a great opportunity for you and him to meet,

Lo and behold, you both have met

Tenya told you about his brother and you went on to talk about how his brother did mention Tenya to you while on the mission. 

Tenya and you get along quite well, you like telling him stories about your missions when you have time.

Eijiro Kirishima

When you introduced yourself as the same age as his class, he was star struck.

You’re sooo cool in his eyes!!

And so manly in his opinion

Also asks to spar with you

He wants to get to know you better honestly

Puts effort in hanging out with you when he finds out that you don’t have many friends your age.

Denki Kaminari

Hello hotstuff-

You’re soo cool!! He is also another who looks up to you

And he thinks you’re attractive

Also wants to hang out with you a lot

Very interested in your stories aswell

Hanta Sero

Another one who likes hanging out with you

Will invite you to occasions or outings with the bakusquad

Another one to ask for tips

Honestly, he sees you more of a friend than a pro hero, he’s chill like that

Still look up to you and your abilities though!!

Fumikage Tokoyami

Another one who respects your abilities a lot

He doesn’t interact with you much like others do

But don’t take that to heart, he’s just not that social 

But on some occasions, he will ask for some advice for hero training

Dark shadow absolutely loves you!!

Whenever you’re around, dark shadow comes out more (This is like the only times Tokoyami is “forced” to talk to you lmao

Yuga Aoyama

Is impressed with your abilities

He likes talking to you, but mostly about himself lmao

Asks you to tell stories about your missions 

He will also offer you some cheese while you both talk, lmao

Mashirao Ojiro

Also another one who doesn’t talk to you much

But he still respects you a lot too

Most of the time, your conversations revolve around training

If he’s okay with it, you like petting his tail sometimes while talking to him

Mezo Shoji

Another who doesn’t talk to you much sorry

He is a bit shy, but he will talk to you when needed, or atleast greet you

Another who has mad respect for you, being a young pro hero  

Minoru Mineta

I have no words for this kid

If you’re more on the feminine side, He will do his shenanigans on you

If you’re more male presenting, He will ask you to join in on his shenanigans

You’re lowkey disgusted at his attitude, so you don’t hang out much

Rikido Sato

He likes getting your opinion on his baking!!

You both hang out, you telling him stories from your missions while he teaches you how to bake

Each story makes him more impressed at your abilities

Asks for tips gang!! More on how to be a tankish hero since his quirk is physical 

Koji Koda

Another shy boi

Gets flustered talking to you

He has huge respect to you as a hero, and wonders if he can become a hero like you with his quirk

He will open up a bit when the topic is about animals

Ochaco Uraraka

She thinks you’re sooo cool!!

But is also sad when she found out that you don’t have friends your age

Will definitely ask you to hang out with the dekusquad!!

Will also ask for hero tips and for stories

You both probably become best friends 

Tsuyu Asui

She loves you a lot!!

Mad respect!! Thinks you’re soo cool

Will ask you to call her Tsu-chan

Very happy when you do

Another one who will ask you to join in on the deku squad shenanigans 

Mina Ashido

She is sooo excited to meet you!!

Another one who thinks you’re soo cool and amazing!!

Will treat you more like a friend than a pro hero

Invites you to Bakusquad shenanigans aswell!!

Loves to hang out with you, you hear her stories and she hears yours

Probably goes to the mall with you a lot

Will make you feel so belonged in the class since she found out you don’t have much friends

Momo Yaoyorozu

Another who respects you a lot

Aspires to be like you

Tea parties!! 

Asks about how you feel being a pro hero at a young age

If you ever feel lonely, Momo will be there for you if you want to talk to someone

Kyoka Jirou

Another part of the thinks you’re soo cool team!!

Asks you about your favourite music genre and will make you a playlists for when you’re out on patrol

Loves hearing your stories, gets hyped a lot 

Another who aspires to be a hero like you

Toru Hagakure

Another who loves you a lot!!

Will asks to hang out too! 

She is another who loves hearing your stories

Asks you a lot of questions about hero work too

Very amazed with your abilities to be able to become a hero at a young age!!

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Undercover Hero

Shouto Todoroki x Reader

TW/CW: Self-Harm (quirk related)

4.6k Words

Summary: You're Shouto's personal assistant and have kept it well hidden that you were nearly a hero too. A near deadly encounter reveals this to Shouto.

...

Daily life at the agency of Shōto Todoroki was usually nothing out of the ordinary. You were practically a clerk of the office; going on coffee runs, sorting the mounds of documents he had stowed away, changing the ink in the printer. Mundane tasks filled your life, to the astonishment of your friends, who rather thought that working at a hero's agency would be filled with out of the ordinary occurrences.

Everyone knew who you were, though your role in the office was insignificant in your own opinion. It was scant to hero work. You did mundane tasks for those who simply didn't have the time for them. You appreciated the fact that they all were polite enough to learn your name and small mannerisms. You, of course, knew who they all were as well. How could you forget the names and subtleties of the famous heroes and sidekicks who worked hard enough to keep you employed?

You still were granted your own office as a clerk, and through the many years of work there, your office stayed the same. Small decor added onto small hanging shelves as coworkers and others passed through with small sentimentalities that made you cross their mind on whatever mission/trip/vacation or whatever trek they were on.

One item in particular came from Shōto himself, as he had come back from a mission. A small wrapped box sat on your desk when you had come back from your lunch break, a small tag with only Shōto's name written on top hung jaggedly off the side. You opened the box to find an even smaller stuffed toy of a cat inside.

'This looks just like your cat :3 -S'

It made you smile, and it did, in fact, look nearly identical to your cat. You were taken aback by how attentive Shōto really was. You imagined he was this way with everyone who worked for him as well. He is, after all, a rather thoughtful person. You eyed the picture frame on your desk of yourself and said cat.

This brought you to today. You were sorting through yesterday's mounds of paperwork, your tired eyes barely skimming the contents on the pages to only tag and read what type of documents they were and which never ending filing cabinet they had belonged to. Many of the documents were confidential, and you were glad you had built up enough of the pro hero's trust to sort them. You only noticed Shōto standing in the doorway, hip perched against the frame, when you looked up from your mess of work to sip at your forgotten lukewarm coffee.

"I'm about to head out on patrol. There's not much more I need you to do here besides finishing sorting out those documents if you'd like to leave early." he said. You nodded in affirmation. Very rarely did days like this come, where you could have some extra hours to yourself after work. Maybe you could finally start the gardening you had planned on doing for the past few weeks.

"Thank you. I'll finish these quickly then. If you think of anything you do need though, just text me." you responded. He pushed himself off the door frame with his hip, offering a small smile and a polite nod, before making his way out of your office.

You did as you said you would, quickly sorting the papers to their respected files and packing up for the day.

Once you had left the office, the coral tinted sun was still quite high in the sky. You shifted the weight of your tote bag to your hip, eyeing your watch for the current time. '3:22' it read. You were usually out of the office by around 5:30 to 6:00.

You decided it would be a good idea to treat yourself, before running to the market and grabbing the rest of your needed materials to further the start of your garden.

There was a coffee and tea shop you had often stopped at when you had left early to head in for work (which was at least 90% of your work days). It wasn't expensive and it truly was the best coffee and tea you had ever tasted. The dainty bell at the door rang as you had entered, announcing your presence.

"Hey! The usual?" you heard, smiling as you looked up to the barista. You knew everyone here and they knew you.

"Not today. I think I'll change it up a bit." you responded, eyeing the menu of non-caffeinated teas as it was late afternoon. You couldn't sleep if you had anymore caffeine so late in the day.

You decided on a loose leaf rooibos green tea blend with rose and echinacea. The flowers made the blend quite pretty looking, especially in the small glass tea pot it came to the table in. You never added sugar to your teas, maybe a small amount to your strongly espresso-ed coffees, but never the teas.

You decided you would finish some of your office work and lighten the load for yourself in the morning. You decided as you drank the tea that you would take a bag of the blend home for yourself, and use the same glass pot you had already purchased from the small shop.

You then made your way to the market, picking up small simple herb seeds that weren't difficult to grow, along with some small flowers that would look quite nice in the forgotten flower boxes on your balcony from last year's strikingly hot weather.

You felt at peace, excited for these small things. Watering your plants had become a daily routine, a nice way to wake up and get outside for some fresh air. Your cat enjoyed your balcony as well, basking on the warm cement.

Seeing new sprouts of plants made you proud. You were growing something, taking care of something other than your cat, who has taken care of himself more or less for the last six years.

You left the market with a happy grin on your face, ready to get your seeds into their appertained pots.

You stalked down the sidewalk, deeply breathing in the warm breeze that idled by you, taking a turn into the alleyway that signaled the near end of your journey home.

It was a quaint alleyway, somehow adorned with flowers and plants despite its lack of sun. You knew of many plants that could survive without much sun, but flowering plants weren't so common among those types. Maybe someone replaced them with new ones as they wilted. You weren't sure, you just enjoyed the walk when you passed by.

A muted grunt and rustling came from ahead and your steps waltzed to a stop. Your smile wavered and the air felt heavier. What was happening? The small amount of sunshine casted onto two figures ahead; one on the ground, you assumed unconscious, the other, an insidious figure with the most fucked up shit eating grin you had ever seen in your life staring back.

You set your goods onto the ground behind a large flowering pot in hopes that if you did have to fight- no- you were going to have to fight, that they would be safe. Your main concern was the victim ahead.

You had a hero license. It was unbeknownst to everyone but yourself and those you had trained with long ago. Not even Shōto knew of your license, or what your quirk was. It's simply never been asked of you and nary did you use your quirk. As far as everyone around you presently could think, you were quirkless.

You were training to become a hero. It had been your biggest dream that you swore up and down you would achieve. Your parents were very supportive, at least until your quirk had become a detriment, a hazard, to your body and health.

Your quirk was to heal, but only if you took the damage of those you had healed onto yourself. Sure, you healed quite a bit faster than those who had taken on that damage due to the healing properties of your quirk, but your body still took the fall of damage. You could also take that pain and induce it onto someone else.

That was what you needed to do to this villain. It had been a long time since you had used your quirk. You did small exercises and training in your lonesome to keep up with it, but more likely than not, not the training you had needed to fight a villain one on one.

"Hey, you ugly piece of shit. What do you think you're doing hurting innocent civilians?" you shouted. Those wicked eyes met yours and your own gaze widened. He sure was scary. His face didn't look human. Did he have a mutation quirk?

He didn't say a word, only turned his body to face your own. Your office clothes were tight, and would be hard to maneuver in for this fight, but they would have to do. You quickly developed a very broken plan, get to the victim and heal their injuries, send them to quickly find a hero and get help, and fight off the villain until reinforcements showed up. Yeah, that would have to suffice.

"Answer me. What's your deal?" you asked, an eyebrow raised. You couldn't show that you were terrified for your life, you had to hold strong. It's what a hero would do. You supposed as number one hero Deku would say, to keep smiling. Save others with a smile on your face.

You knew once you took the victim's injuries on, this fight would become much harder. On top of that, you had to first injure yourself and transfer that to the villain if you had any hopes of making it to his victim.

He continued not to speak. It made his creepy intent even more horrifying. He slowly stalked towards you and you dug a small pocket knife out of the side of your bag, unfolding it. You had to do this during your exercises as no one was actively fighting you in order to become injured.

You took the blade and slid it down your arm, crimson soaking your crisp white dress shirt. You folded the knife away and threw it in the general direction of your luggage, eyeing a pathway to the victim.

Once you targeted which direction you would take, you broke into a sprint, narrowly avoiding the villain as you touched him and transferred your wound to him.

He was caught off guard, and you continued your haste towards the victim. He was bloody that's for sure. What had this villain done? You eyed the victim for any telltale sign of what the villains quirk was, and to no avail there wasn't one.

You touched his arm, taking the injuries onto yourself. Fuck did they hurt. You shook him awake, the many gashes he had suffered now soaking through your dress attire. His wide eyes met your own and he sat up quickly, looking around.

"Run! Find another hero and send them this way! I've got him until then! Hurry!" you shouted. Hero. You could barely call yourself that. The man only nodded at you, running off as quickly as his shaky legs would carry him. It only mattered that he believed you were a hero in this moment, the villain as well. You could only hope he would do as you had told him. You turned to meet the villain once more.

His grin was replaced with that of an angry expression. You had let his prey run away, and he would have vengeance on you tenfold. Now you could transfer his victim's injuries onto himself, give him a taste of his own medicine.

You stood your ground, cautiously. Who would move first? You weren't very much experienced in the field of real life oriented fighting like Shōto or Deku both were. He let out an angry huff, beginning his sprint towards you. So it was he who would move first.

You pushed yourself against the brick wall, narrowly avoiding his warpath, sticking your arm out to let your fingertips meet with his shoulder. You pushed yourself off of the brick, expecting to take back your stance, only you noticed the wounds weren't on him now, they still resided on your body.

He grabbed your arm, twisting it behind your back. It felt close to breaking. He grabbed your other hand, pushing it up to your other over your head against the wall. With his now free hand, he grabbed your neck and began to slowly squeeze.

You could barely utter a word. You could feel your heartbeat pulsing throughout your entire body. He could probably feel you shaking. This plan soured very wrong, and very fast. You kicked your leg out, meeting the back of his knees which gave out. Your hands weren't free, but this was a last minute ditch effort to free yourself.

His hand was off your neck and you sucked in all of the air that you could. Your heartbeat was getting faster, worse. This fight needed to end soon. Where were reinforcements? Did the victim do as you had told him to do?

The villain managed to recover from your blow quite quickly and you tried once more to transfer your injuries to him, only to fail once again. What the fuck was going on? What was his quirk? How could he avoid this?

You attempted to twist your wrists out of his grasp, but his hands only grew tighter. He pushed you into the wall once more and instead of his hand being around your neck, it held a polished blade.

Your eyes widened. He was going to stab you. Slice you. Is this what he had done to that man?

You felt the blade pierce into your right side, and he twisted it. You let out a scream, but just as quickly as you did, he stuck his hand over your mouth and pushed your head into the wall quite hard, a successful attempt to shut you up. He had let the blade go, still in your body.

You heard distant shouting.

"Over here! They're over here!" you weren't sure who it could be, possibly the man you had sent to find a hero. Shōto. Did his patrol route also fall through this area?

As the man turned the corner, Shōto followed behind, stopping to look as your gaze met his own, confirming your suspicions. Your eyes widened as well as his own. The villain was distracted, Shōto's eyes then meeting his own. This was your chance.

You kicked at his knees once again, his grasp loosening on your wrists. You ripped them away from his hold, removing the knife from your side.

Your gaze met Shōto's once more and there was a fire alight inside of his bicolored eyes that you had never seen before. You moved away from the villain before he could get hands on you again.

You felt a flash of heat behind you, nearly unbearably hot even from your distance away. You couldn't imagine how the villain had felt. You would help Shōto from this point on. Any wounds he received you could take away. It was too risky to jump into battle alongside him for the villain could get you again or you could be caught in one of Shōto's attacks.

Shōto was now close to the villain, engaging in hand to hand combat. You could tell how far ahead he was of you in only experience by the way he fought. How could you have become a hero as great as him? You sat on the ground for a minute, keeping your guard, examining your wounds.

Some were quite deep. You would definitely need a new white dress shirt. This one could nearly be mistaken for red from a short distance now. You still had the gashes the victim had suffered as well as the one he had put onto you. They would take close to a week to heal completely. Would some of them leave scars?

You stood at the sound of screaming, coming from the villain as he advanced onto Shōto, his knife skimming the side of Shōto's face. Now that wouldn't do. You felt angry. You didn't want to leave him with another scar. Another scar to remind him of what trauma he'd been through. The trauma he once shared with you and on a late night at the office.

The villain managed a few more knicks and slices on Shōto with the blade before he could finally get a hold on him. You waited until you knew there would be a resting period between attacks from both parties. You didn't want these wounds to hinder Shōto's abilities.

You quickly ran up behind him, your fingertips meeting his back, taking his small wounds away from him. These would only take a day or two to heal. They didn't hurt any less though.

He rolled his shoulders back, nearly in comfort. He held the villain down and just then a police cruiser came rushing down the far end of the alley. You noticed a pair of quirk suppressor handcuffs already binding the villain's wrists together.

Shōto's gaze met yours again. Eyes wide. There was no longer a cut across his face and his fingers met the nonexistent mark. His eyes travelled over your body.

"You do have a quirk." he said. You nodded. Your breathing was still heavy and your heart rate was at an all time high. Now that your adrenaline came down, the effects of your quirk began to take your body over.

"Yeah. To put it shortly, it's to heal." you said quietly. You felt dizzy. You tried not to show it though. In a blur, the police took the villain away and your swirling eyes looked around for your belongings. They were in fact safe and just as you had kept them.

"You'll get in trouble for fighting. You're a civilian." he said. You shook your head.

"No, I have my hero license. I'm just not technically a hero in profession." you told him. He looked perplexed. You knew. Most who had a hero license were definitely heroes now.

His calloused thumb grazed the fresh cut that once belonged to him, softly swiping across your cheek. You tried to calm your heart rate down. Your breathing. Damn. You didn't think it would get this bad. You had fought for maybe a mere ten minutes.

"I haven't seen a healing quirk since I was in high school." he said, hands still running across the visible wounds you had. His perplexed look turned to that of concern. The smell of blood didn't help your nausea. Your vision still danced around. Hopefully he didn't notice.

"Let me help you up." he said. You nodded and he grabbed your hands, lifting you to your feet. Your body did not like that. You felt your knees give away and a sound of surprise left his body as he caught you tightly, wrapping his arms around you before you could hit the ground. You wrapped your own arms tightly around his neck.

Your breathing had become fast again. You kept your eyes wide to stay awake. Don't pass out. Don't pass out. Don't pass out.

"Are you okay? Talk to me." he said, panic laced his voice. It took you a few moments to respond as you caught your breath.

"Sorry," you said, taking a deep breath between your words. "my quirk doesn't like to be used. It's why I couldn't become a hero." you told him. He held you tightly. It was comforting. You felt the safest you ever had while in his arms. You wondered what it would be like to sleep in them.

"Don't be sorry. You were a hero today. That boy was freaking out. He was relieved you could help him. He called you amazing." Shōto said. You could still hear his concerned tone and you tried to stand your ground once again.

You unlaced your arms from around his neck. You didn't think you could walk now. His hands never left your waist and you let your back meet the cool brick wall behind you and you slid down until you were sitting.

Your breathing continued to be heavy. Shōto stood, but only to beckon someone from the ambulance over to you. He was right back in front of you, setting his hands onto your arms for leverage. He only slightly moved once the paramedic had reached you. You really didn't want to bother with it. Your wounds didn't feel all that bad.

You opened your eyes to meet those of the paramedic, their questions barely registering through your hazy mind. You only needed to sit for a while. Your eyes opened once more when you felt Shōto shake your arm slightly in an attempt to get your attention.

You could barely hear him as well. He was talking to the paramedic, you could only guess he was answering the simple questions they asked. Your name, profession, basic things.

He shook your arm once again, leaning in close to your face.

"I need to know your quirk exactly." he said. You nodded. It took you a minute to answer, even so, it was spoken out with quiet words. You were still nauseous. You just needed that to pass. You laid your head back against the cool wall.

You felt one of Shōto's arms leave your own and lightly touch your burning forehead. He was cold. You needed that. You wanted his hand to stay there forever.

"I don't want to go to the hospital. I'll be okay." you murmured. You met his gaze, still close to your own. "You'll be able to leave after they bandage you up. You don't have to stay. I'll go with you." he replied.

"Can you stand?" he asked. You didn't know. Your past attempts at doing so were fails. He grabbed your forearms and you grabbed his own. He slowly hoisted you off of the ground and you stumbled, managing to hold your stance. Your vision danced once again and your head lulled forward.

He stepped closer to you, allowing your head to hit his chest. He held you in something similar to a hug, arms wrapped tightly around you once again. At least you were standing this time.

"Are you okay?" he asked. You felt the vibrations of his low voice as he spoke. You inhaled his cedar wood scent. You were calming down thanks to him. You only nodded, standing like so for a few more minutes. You didn't want anyone to carry you out. You could walk, albeit slowly, but you could.

You lifted your head from his chest after some time, looking up at him. You nodded and turned around, his hands resting atop your shoulders to guide you as you walked.

Once you reached the ambulance, he helped you get in. You sat on the bed inside and Shōto sat on the hard bench next to you. You were hooked to all kinds of monitors and unfortunately your dress shirt had to be removed in order to clean your wounds. Your face blushed and you turned to see Shōto facing away.

He was respectful. A gentleman. Your heart swelled as you eyed him and you smiled. You reached for his hand and he turned to you once more. It was so warm. His other hand slowly met your forehead once again, cooling it down.

"Thank you Shōto." you said. His cheeks were flushed a soft pink and he smiled back at you. Everyone said he rarely smiled. He was usually so stoic, but it was the opposite for you. Nearly every time you encountered him you managed to get a smile from him at least once.

...

1 Week Later

You had taken a week off work. All that was announced at work was that you had been attacked by a villain, an influx of caring and 'get well soon' messages came from your co-workers. Everyone there cared about each other. It was such a well knit place that Shōto had built up.

You spent the first three days at your apartment recovering. Shōto told you that Deku and begrudgingly, Dynamite had agreed to take over his patrols for those days so he could come and see your recovery through.

"You know you don't have to do this Shōto." you told him with a small giggle one day as he entered your apartment, removing his sneakers, a grocery bag in his hands. He was in casual clothes you never got to see. A pullover sweatshirt and jeans.

You sat on your couch, laptop nearly dead as you sifted through paperwork you didn't want to catch up on when you returned to the office.

"Did you see the news?" he asked. You shook your head, a puzzled look spread across your face. He discarded the groceries on top of your counter and sauntered towards you, his phone in hand. He typed a few things, scrolling for a minute before facing his phone screen towards you.

'New undercover hero at the Shōto agency?' the title read. This made you happy. Some now called you a hero. Word had spread fast then. You reached for his phone, reading the article. It briefly explained what it seemed your quirk was. How heroic you were. That you had a hero license. The boy you saved had been interviewed and it brought tears to your eyes at how giddy he was to possibly learn what your hero name was. That he would be your biggest fan for the rest of his life.

"Wow." was all you said, your voice shaky as you handed his phone back to him. He turned the corner of your couch hastily, kneeling in front of you as he had before, using your arms as leverage. His concerned eyes met your own and you couldn't help but to cry.

He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms tightly around you.

"These are happy tears! Happy." you said. He pulled away after a moment, his eyes meeting yours again. You laughed. "This whole situation has brought me back to wanting to be a hero again. I thought I suppressed those feelings, but it seems I didn't do well enough. I'm a vigilante, just one with granted legal access to beat villains' asses." you said.

He smiled, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"You could become a hero you know. Train your body to withstand your quirk better now that you're an adult. I could help you. There's better resources for training now." he said. You didn't reply. It would be something you had to think long and hard on.

"I'll have to think on it." you responded. He nodded in reply. You tossed your laptop aside and stood up, stretching. You followed him to your counter to see what he had brought.

"I figured you'd be sick of takeout and we could make something to eat instead. Get you up and moving." he said. You nodded, a smile adorning your face.

"Let's do it."

...

A/N: First thing I've published here yay! Please let me know what you think! I'm open to criticism, but I'm also a baby so don't be mean friends. Debating on a part two or if this is something I'd like to continue writing on as more than a one shot fic, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm still figuring out how to use Tumblr and make my account look cool so bare with me!

#shouto x y/n #shouto todoroki #bnha todoroki #todoroki shouto #mha shouto #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shouto x you #shouto x reader

[rockybloo]

english isn’t my first language so i apologize for any weird phrasing — so i remember reading an answer from you a while ago that explains that bitterbat chose to be a villain with one if the reasons being that the hero system has too many rules, which is fair, and that he’s also trying to clean up his fathers mess — the vents i think they’re called — which is another reason he’s a villain. (ps i love all your stories, you have a lot of interesting premises and characters!)

anyway i’ve just seen the recent ask about sweethearts guilt with treating him like a villain, and we all know bitterbat can read emotions. so my question is: why does bitterbat continue to want to be a villain if he knows it makes sweetheart feel bad?

Thank you!

As for Bitterbat's reasoning on continuing to be a villain, the pros outweigh the cons

He already had a reputation before he left as a villain as he and Sweetheart had pretty of battles when they were children in the public eye. So it's easier to return under the guise of revenge instead of trying to "turn over a new leaf" and face a bunch of doubt and nonbelievers.

There are too many rules for being a hero and Bitterbat is already sick of all the rules there are for being a human. Those already give him a head ache especially the ones that are against just challenging anyone to a battle to the death because of a minor inconvenience they caused. And don't get him started on the rules to a healthy "human" relationship.

Bitterbat doesn't give a shit about Decking City or Earth. He doesn't care about any human conflicts save for the ones that directly effect his Sweetie Pie. Due to his damn near uncaring but still slightly neutral perspective on Earthly life, both he and Sweetheart agreed he'd have a smoother time being a villain than becoming potentially one of the most criticized heroes in history.

One of the rules for heroes is how heroes have to be prepared to go on duty to fight certain villains. So even if Bitterbat was a hero, he would wind up having to spend even less time around Sweetheart who he would have to be sharing with the attention of some villain. And he simply ain't having that. So he decided he'll be the villain that hogs all her attention so he can have all the Sweetheart time he wants while also still working towards fixing his father's mess.

The lack of rules (with there basically be none) for villains allows Bitterbat to do whatever he wants and go where ever he pleases without having to be tracked by any hero league or squad or group.

Bitterbat doesn't have ANY documentation for Earth. His fingerprint doesn't identify him because there are no human records of his existence-not even in this galaxy. He has no socials or a birth certificate. He is a completely blank slate. And being a blank slate means he can operate much more easily under the nose of the law because there ain't much to track back to him.

Being a villain was Bitterbat's idea and he doesn't mind it much save for the times he can't be with Sweetheart. He acknowledges that Sweetheart feels guilt from time to time about it but they both work through it with him comforting her and telling her how no matter how tough things get-he knows she loves him regardless of what lengths they have to go for their act. On the days her guilt gets too much, they take the day off and just spend some alone time together until she feels better.

Ultimate perk of Bitterbat being a villain is that he is part of the Band of Bastards which is the villain league in Decking City. And that allows him to get all sorts of confidential villainy secrets he can use to his and Sweetheart's advantage. He may be a villain in public but he does some slightly heroic things like acting like a spy. Of course, there's some things he goes along with because causing a little bit of mayhem is fun but he never partakes in any plans that could lead to human casualties.

#ask #ask: bitterbat #ask: glitter and guilt

[gojifan97]

Aoyama and izuku as siblings with Mr compress as dad

Ok, let's see:

Compress is Mrs. Aoyama's ex. When Yuga was young she began to grow afraid that AFO would do something to him as payment, so she gave him to Compress. Yuga is still in touch with her via confidential means, but neither mention Compress to protect him.

Izuku ran away when he was eight, and Compress picked him up. Assuming he was an orphan, Compress decided he had small hands, good for stealing stuff, and kept him too.

He then vowed never to adopt any more kids because he was a thief, not a babysitter.

Izuku was taught several things: Magic, thievery, how to fake a quirk and several other skills useful to their trade. He fully plans on being a Pro Hero, or at least a vigilante, he's just not sure how. Then again, his record wouldn't keep him from that as long as he isn't caught.

Yuga perfectly adapts tot he showman role Compress teaches them, but is kind of a lousy magician. Izuku is a magnificent magician but a lousy showman. When putting on magic shows, Compress pondered over which to be the magician and which the lovely assistant before making both the magician.

When stealing stuff, Aoyama is usually the distraction while Izuku acts as mastermind. Compress is terrified by how good Izuku's planning skills are. He once conned AFO into giving Compress an extra quirk. No one's sure how and Izuku refuses to tell.

Unless they're going after someone who deserves it, Izuku usually returns what they stole to Compress' annoyance. Even more annoying is how this actually improves his reputation.

Neither go to UA, but they are good friends with the students of Class A. More concerningly, they seem to run into them for literally every disaster. USJ? Some villains bring them as hostages. Hosu? They were there robbing a villain group and helped stop Stain. Training Camp? They got lost hiking. Yuga and Compress both believe Izuku has a quirk: Villain Magnet. Izuku protests that isn't the case.

Literally no one believes him.

#iida: You two are vigilantes and thieves?! That is illegal! #izuku: sorry I didn't quite get that. Yuga what did the attempted murderer say again? #Iida: ... #my hero acedamia #5 headcanons ask game #mr compress #izuku midoriya #yuga aoyama

[helloescapist]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock, his wife and a reader practicing bondage and chastity please? In the fic, the wife suggests that they try a bondage session to spice up their love life with RL reluctantly accepting. They'd be introduced to the reader who's a bondage instructor and teaches the wife how to tie up and gag Rock Lock. You can decide on how RL would be tied along with the intimate scenes between them (and the reader). But I'd like Rock to have a large cloth gag to cover his mouth and his cock locked in chastity. What do you think?

Ah, I still think this is an adorable ask, and a great opportunity to spice up married life--- but I went rogue. I don't know why I'm like this. I hope this ask meets all of your expectations, and you're not disappointed. 🖤

To Reconnect | Rock Lock

Word Count: 2500

Setting: Rock Lock x wife x gn!reader (reader is a sex therapist)

Content Warning(s): smut, sex therapist, shibari knots, cloth gag, male chastity, teasing foreplay, voyeurism, threesome, oral (wife receiving), I think this is all--- sorry if I missed anything!

Summary: the Takagis need some assistance with reconnecting-- married life, a new baby, and a world full of villians. Will Rock Lock be able to let go, and just enjoy an intimate moment with his wife?

A/N: Well, Mrs. Takagi has never been given a name as far as I know, so we have just given her the name Saki for the s ake of this fic (forgive me!). Also, guys, just to be clear, this is fiction. If you see a sexual therapist's guidance, know that they will NOT be snogging. They are strickly professionals, and their job title is not consent.

The soft flutter of your hands that floated above his head, the graze of your fingers as they worked effortlessly on the knot before you. The slip of red cord fresh from its packaging caught between well practiced hands.  The praise of soft, plush lips as they divulged instructions, your guidance soft and informative as his wife attempted the same motion. Saki’s own fingers a little shaken, and unpracticed to the motion, the exact opposite of your own. Well-practiced in a way that left Takagi perplexed. A nervous knot of anxiety and excitement that blossomed into his throat at the unfamiliar territory, soothed into his bones at the gentle way your voice met his ears. Offered reassurance of his state, a chilled condition of exposed. Umber tones of mocha revealed the chill of goosebumps that nipped at his flesh. Muscles that strained, stripped of his clothing, bound his arms and legs, leaving little to the imagination nor room to hide beneath your understanding gaze, one that had caught him exposed so many times before.

                Those times had been different. Pen pressed between the lining of a soft notebook. Gentle music that offered to calm his agitation as his eyes flittered across the room. Well intended plants placed at calculated images, plush carpets and welcoming furniture in an office that alluded intimate lighting. Dulled his senses, and attempted to sooth the fray end of his nerves. The lean of his wife against his arm, shy in the way she refused to meet your eyes. Saki had been the one to suggest this, though it had not changed the small stutter when she answered your questions. The small smile of understanding that blossomed at your lips as you met her gaze, reassuring. Welcomed Saki to divulged secrets of his marital bedroom, of dynamics that had shifted when their little one had been born, and the affects it had had on their sex life. Unreactive to the line of his work, the stress of his career as a pro-hero, how Rock Lock had impacted his own mental status. Your accepting smile untouched session after session in which confidential had been spilled, slipped frustrations of control, and anxiety. A stress that had bundled into his existence, anxieties of what was to come, of the world he had chosen to raise a child in, how desperately he craved the sanctity of his marriage though he shuttered from her touch.

                No, the times in which you had offered reassurance had been different. Cool lighting exchanged for warm glows of lighting that hung overhead. Soft ambience of candles, of a bed wrapped in silk bedding. Pillows that were sot and inviting, tones of wood, and small plants, and mirrors that reflected his exposure. The position of a love seat placed before the bed in which you had guided Saki to dig her knees into. The kiss of ivory skin, blossomed pink buds that gave to the nervous plush of her shoulders revealing the shyness of her gaze. Waves of ocean that flickered deep longing, as evident as the blush on her cheeks. The tug of his large lips appraised by the sight of his wife; adoring how her blush captivated her cheeks, trailed down her neck and blossomed at her breast. The jingle of a key pressed between her breast, proof she alone contained the means of his arousal. The shy roll of her shoulders pressed into her cheek, squeezing her breast in nervousness as her finger twirled the curls that caught at her exposed clavicle. Tenderly peeking at him, as your hands found her back, gently urging her forward. Reassuring and firm, ensuring Saki reminded that this had been everything Ken asked for. The strain of his placid cock caught in the chastity. The soft silicone pressed against the tip of his penis only whispering how Saki had bit her lips at the small ticking it had produced when she had followed your guidance, captured his length, and secured between her soft fingers. Delicate and affectionate, warmed by the tender words you had guided her with, while also reminding Saki to offer praise for his vulnerability. The press of the toy already betraying his desires, unwavering in its duty.

                How you leaned over her, your hand fitting the small of her back as you tucked a soft white fabric into Saki’s hands. Guided her to his side, Saki’s shaking fingers pressed to his face, the warm of his deep hickory eyes caught against her own. As rough of the mountains that met the sea, crashed into waves that longed to touch, to accept the terrain and give life to one another, breathed in desperation as the cloth pressed to his mouth. Gauged and enduring warm whispers of praise that you provided. Saki once again taking place at the foot of the bed, your hand caught at the small of her back as you pressed the young woman onto all fours. Completing her form, fingers that traced along his wife, your eyes caught onto his own, as you pressed her forward. The tease of his lover caught at his feet. The overwhelming pull of sensations he would so often ignore at the height of his erection now teased every sense. Her hands warm as your own. Your fingers that traced the inner working of his calves, encouraged Saki to follow the same motion. Traced over muscles, caught on old scars he had earned from villains. Cooed affections, rubbed at the height of his thighs as Saki placed kiss after kiss against the height of his thighs. Near horrified by the way his gasps caught against the silk cloth. Unable to deny the small wiggle that his extremities provided against the red shibari knots that secured him in place. The desire that spread from the gaze of the younger blonde woman.  How lovingly she traced his muscles, poured her fingers into each motion as she grazed the touch of his hips. Drew cutesy little hearts into the taunt of his flesh, his own moans stifled at the caught of a cloth, the warm gaze you caught him in. Shuffled between praises of his wife, and the noticeable rock of your own hips whispering deeply buried desires. The strain of your clothes despite how exposed the marital couple before you had been in your instruction. Leaned forward, as your nail caught a sensitive ending on his hip bone, drawing Saki’s attention to the neglected area. “A small bite, right here,” you purred. Quickly answered as Saki’s teeth grazed against him, the murmur of Takagi’s shattered nerves succumbed to the doting you guided the couple through. The quiver of his arms, unable to do nothing more than subject himself to Saki’s will under your instruction. The sweet torture of watching your hands fitted to Saki’s hips straddled against his core. Denied by the chastity that confined him, as you gently attended to her position. Securing her exposed heat to the toy that captivated him, steered her hips in a rocking motion that budded her clit against the shaft of his placid dick. Warmed by her heat, and cooed in ways that revealed the drip of her cunt against him. Excited, and overwhelmed at the kisses that rolled onto his clavicle caught at his neck, and your hands forcing her to remain in place rocked against his neglected manhood that left Rock Lock humming desperations. The shy moans of his wife long gone as she cried for his touch, begged to feel the distinct knick of his notched fingers. Soothed only by the delicate press of your weight onto the bed. Your fingers quick to ease her frustrations as the flitted to her clit. Teasing circles that reassured Saki that denial of his state would pay off for the both of them, she need only be patient. Tended to by the warm flick of your gaze that caught on the buds of Saki’s breast heaved in ecstasy. The ache of his senses savoring the flow of her your fingers pressed against his wife’s clitoris. Rubbed raw and stimulated against the catch of the toy that bound him. The knots rubbed into him with each of her teasing grind, one hand caught on her hip. Desperately seeking release, cooed affections to the broad of his chest, grazed her teeth against his neck. Your gentle gaze warm and enjoying the pull of Saki between your fingers as she worshiped her husband. Takagi’s groans becoming more audible, and no longer contained by the cloth at the kiss of Saki’s lips against his temple.

                “K-Ken,” she purred in his ear, the small yank of his hand. Denied by the binds that had him. Desperate to tuck her hair behind her ear. The imploring begging look as the blue eyes peeked over her shoulder at you. Permission, struggling to accept she alone contained the key to his release. A knowing smile that caught at the curls that fell against her back, allowing a quiet nod. Eager and fumbling for key between her breast, playful, and unable to deny the way your hands found her erect nipples, toying with them, challenging her desires before allowing one hand to find the warmth of her clit, the strain of Rock Lock’s hip revealing his own desperation. Eager to reconnect after so long, the smile you allowed yourself to relinquish your hold on the eager young bride, chided yourself for allowing your fingers to wander on a client. Y-you had only intervened when they needed assistance, swallowing the lump of need and the heat of your own desires as you crawled off the bed. To reconnect as husband and wife.

                Oblivious to the knots that had come loose in your distracting thoughts. Unaware of the shift of the bed, the weight below you leaned far more than expected. The press of a hand against your back, pinioning you to the bed with a simple touch. The flurry of your heart as the voice met your ears. Warm and enticing as it met your neck. Hissed teasing desires, revealing your own. The delicate touch of a woman that fitted against your hips, as Ken’s words drew you into his lap. “Do you really want to leave?” Aware of the code, and the contract everyone had signed before engaging. The heat of your face against his hold, Saki’s finger’s grazing across your own as the tenderness of her touch grazed across your cheek, traced your jawline as you had demonstrated on her husband. The lump at the base of your throat, offering only a nod. Tempted to remind them of your position—your occupation was to merely guide—“your body disagrees.” Strummed at the flick of finger against your core. The horror of your state, of your duties dismissed so quickly. Tickled and warmed, as you cooed against their touch.

                Saki had learned so well under your instruction, as she had proven. Eager to practice her new skills as her husband bound you to the firm press of his body. His hold as effective as any shibari knot, gentle as the graze of his callous, notched fingers. Warm as the breath that huffed against your neck. The growth of his reaction growing more, evident pressed into your back as his eyes followed the eager gaze of his wife. Her form crawled against you. Kisses that trained along your thighs, nipped lightly at the height of your thighs. Toyed with the dip of your hips, and trailed up to warm breaths that hung on the collar of your shirt. Mrs. Takagi’s eyes momentarily pausing to appraise that of your state, and meet with the consent of her husband. The smile of her desire as she made quick of your clothes, affirmed of how desperately you longed for her touch. The press of Rock Lock’s erection warmed at the tip of your back. Practically weeping at the sight before him. The slip of your façade discarded with your work attire, revealed to the married couple. Teased at the touch of their guide, a loss of control between the two of them. Ken quick to guide you to you into Saki’s breast. Her coos warmed against the touch of her nipples, toyed with her breast. Hummed pleasure, and caught Ken’s groan. The strain of his erection, freed from any restraint. The girth that warmed the press of your ass as he guided you forward. Cushioned on your knees, your face buried into the press of Saki. The slick of her heat warm and sweet scent that met with your face at her eager buck. The slight tint of salt warm against your tongue as though the ocean itself were calling your name, and welcoming you to its waves. The lap of your tongue, and her fingers that grazed through your hair. The buck of her hips eager as they met at your tongue. Quivered her shoulders, a sight you could not delight in, far too distracted at the callous knotches that met at your hips. Spread your legs gently with minimal prompting, far too quick to give in to his demands. The scent of mountains that met the forest in his movements that met as his fingers delicately tempted your hole. The groan of your pleasure touched, eliciting a purr that vibrated Saki’s clit. Hummed her joy, and pleasure. Rock Lock making quick work of the press of your hole, taunt and pulsing. Offering only a moment for you to adjust to his girth before sliding his length languidly in a stroke that captivated your senses. The rack of his thrust into your greedy heat, pressed against the buck of Mrs. Takagi’s hips that cried out for your tongue. Shoved the tip of your nose against her clit, tongued circles toying, and desperate. Your form caught between the mountains and the sea, desperately riding the rock of the waves, and the touch of the shore. The stroke of his length, rammed your hole against the length of his shaft. The purr of Saki’s pleasure, the lap of your tongue, met at the bob of his dick deep inside of you. Filled to the brim, bursting at the hilt of his shaft. A desperate cry, muffled against Mrs. Takagi’s cunt. Warm and leaking, taunt muscles that quivered with each thrust. Moans that rattled breasts, and heaved the final heave of ecstasy between the Takagis. Leaving you breathless, and curled into their breast.

 A dazed state in which you could only offer reminders of the importance of aftercare on their marriage as you struggled to regain your composure, rushed to secure the buttons of your collar. Horrified at how you had allowed yourself to be swept away by clients, shamed by the state of your quivering muscles. Escape in touch, the feel of the secure doorknob between your fingers, before the couple dared to book the next session far sooner than expected.

                Or how your greed betrayed the press of your knees, “I look forward to it.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #rock lock #ken takagi #rock lock x wife x reader #🍡tsuyospeaks

[epickiya722]

Remembering that Dabi did some background check on Hawks brings up some questions for me.

One was how did he even managed to get some info? Did Skeptic help him or did he do it himself?

That leads in to how much time he spent finding the information he did because that is some confidential stuff?

Another is wouldn't that be some information that the Commission would have locked up tight so that no one could access it? Is Skeptic (or Dabi) really that tech savvy or is someone in the Commission is actually worse than what we are lead to believe?

Another question is did Dabi do research on the other Pro Heroes or did he not care to?

If he did, did nothing strike him as worth enough to disclose to the public? How about Miruko? Knowing her backstory, he didn't think to disclose that?

(Wait, no, glad that didn't happen. Miruko has already been through too much.)

I just have questions, but I don't expect answers.

Just general thoughts.

#omg... school lessons just came back #asking questions to engage with the story #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #just kiya's thoughts #bnha spoilers #bnha s6 #bnha season 6 #dabi #hawks #pro heroes

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

i am here to ask about your villain au! (please tell me everything about it! /hj)

-story anon

Heheheh okidoki then!!

So uhhhhhhhhh........this is LONG AF- you said “tell me everything about it” and i uh...maybe actually kinda accidentally did exactly that oops-

Edgejeanist stuff is lower down, after all the backstory kinda stuff.

Buckle up guys, Eclair’s back with their ramble-y self, and is about to make it everyone’s problem /lh

I shall just put a slight warning here, this’ll include mentions of death, murder and all that stuff, since it is a villain au.

So. Villain au.

Everything seems perfectly normal at first, but, as usual the commission are hiding their dark little secrets and manipulating and using their poor heroes for their dirty work.

In this au, a certain trio of heroes end up taking matters into their own hands.

I’ll summarise this important point and hc that ties into this au real quick:

Edgeshot, Best Jeanist and Hawks are a “commission trio”. In their earlier years, they got taken in and manipulated into working for them/doing their “important confidential deeds”. 

Tsunagu and Shinya become sort of parental figures to Keigo bc of their ages, and the fact they had to look after him.

(in my canon au, tsu and shinya manage to work their way out of this part of the commission and simply work as heroes, but keigo did not, he unfortunately stayed)

Anyway, after years of doing very dark deeds for the commission, and being treated like dirt (they threatened each of them that they would harm the other two/their family if they tried anything risky) they kinda snapped.

They came up with a plan to overthrow the commission and kill the big boss lady and the ppl that did them wrong!

And so, on that day, Tsunagu and Shinya basically stormed through the commision hq and got rid of everyone. Making their way to their “final target” and allowing Hawks to deliver the last blow.

This is where they kinda start to lose it. Their minds, I mean. After so much torture and the very sudden freedom, and all the killing, their sense of morality and general sanity just kinda dropped from here on out.

It wasn’t long before the whole hero community learnt of what had happened, and everyone went into shock when they heard of who did it.

The top three popular and probably most influential heroes in the entirety of Japan? That everyone knew and most loved and looked up to?

They were doomed. 

Of course, it also wasn’t long before crime rate crept up and many heroes started “going missing”, or retiring....or following in their traitorous footsteps.

(it gets long so heres a cut)

(it seems to delete my notes when i put them under a read more)

(so uh)

(ill just)

(make a few of these just in case)

(it decides to eat the first few points again-)

They had no intentions on hiding what they had done, and they started to enjoy this free feeling they were experiencing. It became addicting.

They started to influence more heroes. Bigger heroes. People who they knew would be happy now that the commission was gone. There was no more commission. No more cruel manipulators to form so called “heroes” just to corrupt them in the end.

Hawks went on his own little journeys, his lifelong dream of being free to do whatever he wanted now was true, and he was ecstatic. 

Jeanist and Edgeshot, however, decided to have a little more “fun”...taking a trip down memory lane and visiting a very dear old school of theirs.

They showed up, the students, teachers and pro heroes to scared to really try and do anything against the two of them, they were very dear old friends!! Friends who also wielded two of the most dangerous quirks when in full use...and they silently started to agree with their words and luring into the villainous side.

This is where this au brings in other characters, and each have their own lil story to how they turn to villainy.

Heroes who had been used/betrayed by the commission before, started to become happy, and more willing to take their words into account.

It was disastrous.

Eventually, there were barely any heroes left and any heroes that were left very quickly went missing or became a target of villains- heroes either went into hiding or retired (to avoid getting targeted by former coworkers), or they became villains.

It didn’t take long for students to follow either, they had been told the harsh truth and many decided to take the new route that had presented itself.

So.

No more heroes.

The world was now simply a haven for villains, and newly turned villains who were now free to do whatever they wanted.

BUT ANYWAY

Let’s talk more about villain au edgejeanist :)

They both quite literally went insane.

Shinya was trained to suppress his memories of his traumatic past, and the way it affected his emotions. This affected his mindset after he snapped.

Tsunagu was trained to manage and suppress his emotional self, and keep his image pristine and untouched. This affected his mindset after he snapped.

So, Shinya became very hollow and empty. His memory was very messed up, and he latched onto things/places/people that were familiar (even if they had once been a bad type of familiar) because it was the one thing that could bring him back to his normal self and he could feel more alive. 

(an example is how he knows Tsunagu is his Biggest Familiar Person, and knows that when he’s with him he is safe, he is aware of everything, he has a full grasp on his memory and he feels back to normal almost.)

Tsunagu lost complete control over his emotions. He would lash out over things like he used to, or succumb to his other emotions. His mind was also too fully gone for him to care about his image anymore, but again, like Shinya, there were exceptions.

When he is around people he cares about, he will do anything to keep them safe. He becomes more rational, and returns to his usual self when around these people. His emotions calm down, and he can think clearly again.

They have their moments, but are forever stronger mentally when they’re together......but they’re also hellishly dangerous.

Tsunagu ABSOLUTELY CANNOT handle being called “crazy”

Call him “insane” or “mad” fine. But the word “crazy”? It launches him into a very strong meltdown, where the person who said such thing, most likely will not be walking away.

On the rare occasion where it makes him become unresponsive and upset however, you’ll be dealing with a very angry ninja. And again, will not be walking away alive.

If anything happens to either one of them, be prepared for death via angry partner - quite literally.

They get caught by police very often at first, but soon the police learns that its kinda no use to send simple officers after them bc....they never come back-

Tsunagu made Tsukauchi swear a sort of truce, where as long as they didn’t send anyone to their home while they were in it, they would not put up a fight. And pulling in a lot of blackmail and previous favours they had done as heroes, they managed to pull this off.

So their home was their safe space. And they could live relatively normally, as it was just the two of them like always.

They had their friends who were all villains now also, so hm :)

But

There was one time

Tsunagu got caught. Properly Caught. 

And it was a big deal as he was one of the reasons this all happened. And so he was put into Tartarus for questioning.

Shinya FREAKED out.

Why were they taking his Tsunagu away? Where were they taking him? What were they gonna do to him?? How. Dare. They take away his Tsunagu.

So....they didn’t get anything out of Tsunagu, no matter how hard they tried. Until one day, where he simply grinned at them and started talking to seemingly himself. muttering the words “Oh, I knew you’d come for me. I’ve been so so very scared without you.....”

And well, with that, Shinya popped up and made his presence very clear. Answering with a simply “Sorry for the wait~” 

And they broke out!!

Making it very clear that it wouldn’t be an easy task to simply imprison these two.

They were villains with the experience and knowledge of heroes, and the physical experience of trained assassins.

And many others were just as troublesome as they were.

Oh my goodness. That was so much longer than I had planned, I do apologise-

But Hey!!

That’s my villain au :)

#tw caps #bnha #eclair rambles a bit :) #eclair responds?! #edgeshot #best jeanist #hawks #edgejeanist #bestshot #shinya kamihara #tsunagu hakamada #keigo takami #story anon <3 #villain au #eclair's aus #i really hope that this posts okay #took me so so long i apologise for the wait!! #i also didnt mean to write this much #but uhhhh #i guess im back to my normal rambly self /lh #but yeah #:) #other characters and ships have theirown lil stories in this au #and each of them are very heheheheh #they are insane and they are in love #<3333

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

The Governments Choice

The Governments Choice by ASH3S

The Prime Minister chooses nine literal children for a number of important and confidential jobs. That they have to complete before the first years graduate.

Nedzu is amused. Aizawa is annoyed. All Might and All for One have no clue how they fuck they're supposed to deal with this. And Recover Girl is absolutely done with everyone's shit.

Words: 483, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Art Of Wtf

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Izuku's Family, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Asui Tsuyu, Asui Tsuyu's Family, Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako's Parents, Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya's Family, Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki's Family, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou's Parents, Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hero Public Safety Commission President, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Tokoyami Fumikage, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Hagakure Tooru, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo, Toogata Mirio, Hatsume Mei, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kendou Itsuka, Satou Rikidou, Gigantomachia, Mineta Minoru, Class 1-A, Ashido Mina, Eri, League of Villains, Nedzu, Kurogiri, Ojiro Mashirao, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Shirakumo Oboro, Hadou Nejire, Pro Heroes, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, U.A. Faculty

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45805639

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♢ #Izuku Midoriya #Inko Midoriya #Hisashi Midoriya #A:ASH3S

[ao3feed-hawks]

Kindred

Kindred by itsnell

Disparate Amalgamation's rewrite

Spoilers in tags? Kinda?

Takami Keigo knew that the HPSC was training children to be soldiers, but this is the first time he's ever seen them make an actual, child soldier.

Chimera, with questionable intelligence and a quirk like none other, Keigo isn't sure what to do. He's seen the HPSC do many corrupt and terrible things, he's even helped them, but this is something else. He may be owned by them, but can he stand by and let this go on? And what exactly is up with the strange little asset, with his "confidential" quirk and how he seems to be far more intelligent then he was told?

Follow pro-hero Hawks and the HPSC's latest asset, "Chimera," as they discover life and freedom, and learn to stand up for themselves even against the most impossible odds.

Updates Mondays

Words: 11839, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Chimera!Izuku

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: HPSC, Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has Multiple Quirks, Midoriya Izuku and Takami Keigo | Hawks are Siblings, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, Protective Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, badmight, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Potential Dabihawks, Dabi's owned by the HPSC like that one theory we used to have

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40546098

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Hawks #♡ #Keigo Takami #Izuku Midoriya #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Minor Dabihawks #R:T #A:Itsnell #Quirk AU

[photographyeditsblog]

The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Right Shadow Service

In today's fast-paced world, the demand for support services has skyrocketed, leading to the rise of shadow services. But with so many options available, how do you choose the right one? Fear not, as we present to you the ultimate guide to navigate through the labyrinth of shadow service providers, ensuring you find the perfect fit for your needs.

Understanding Shadow Services:

Shadow services are the silent heroes behind the scenes, offering assistance in various aspects of life, be it personal, professional, or academic. These services aim to lighten your load, but they come with their own set of benefits and drawbacks. Understanding these nuances is crucial before diving into the selection process.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Shadow Service:

● Reputation and credibility: Trust is paramount when outsourcing tasks. Research the service provider's reputation and credibility through reviews and testimonials.

● Quality of work: Ensure the provider delivers top-notch work consistently, meeting your standards.

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● Privacy and security: Protecting sensitive information is non-negotiable. Opt for services with robust privacy measures.

● Customer support: Smooth communication channels and responsive support are indispensable for a hassle-free experience.

Assessing Your Needs:

● Identify tasks: Pinpoint the tasks or projects you need assistance with to streamline your search.

● Budget and timeline: Determine your financial limits and time constraints to align with suitable providers.

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● Request samples: Review previous work samples to assess quality and relevance. ● References: Seek references from past clients to validate the provider's capabilities.

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● Legal compliance: Ensure the provider adheres to legal regulations and respects intellectual property rights. ● Ownership and confidentiality: Clarify ownership and confidentiality agreements to protect your interests. ● Ethics: Avoid unethical practices such as plagiarism or data manipulation to maintain integrity.

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● Weigh pros and cons: Evaluate each provider based on your research and assessment. ● Long-term implications: Consider the long-term implications of your decision for a sustainable partnership. ● Informed decision: Make a well-informed choice aligned with your needs and values.

Managing the Relationship:

● Establish rapport: Foster a positive working relationship with open communication and mutual respect. ● Provide feedback: Offer constructive feedback to improve collaboration and results. ● Adjustments: Be flexible in adjusting expectations and requirements as the project progresses.

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● Track progress: Monitor progress against milestones to ensure timely completion. ● Solicit feedback: Gather feedback from stakeholders to fine-tune the process. ● Reflect: Reflect on the experience and outcomes for continuous improvement.

Conclusion:

Choosing the right shadow service is a pivotal decision that can significantly impact your productivity and success. By following this comprehensive guide, you're equipped with the tools and knowledge to navigate the selection process seamlessly, ultimately finding the perfect partner to support you on your journey.

#Shadow Service #Shadow Service provider #Drop shadow #Drop shadow service #Photo Editing #Drop shadow provider

[opolistonki]

Spector pro review

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You can setup alerts to warn employees of such violations.

You can filter as well as block illegal sites.

Spector 360 does something extra in the sense that it provides you tools to take temptation factor out of the equation.

Monitoring employee activity is essential.

It can show whether the employee is actually working on the website of has just kept the page open giving the impression of doing work.

This program can track the presence or absence of the employee as well as inactivity.

This enables you to view the information at leisure and do the requisite analysis. This information is kept safe in the cloud. The program can record screenshots and collect information.

Hence, it is not possible for an employee to leak information.

It can identify the employee account too. It can also detect the computer used for doing so.

This monitoring program can track the time of printing of documents.

You get a notification when the employees save any data using pen drives etc.

It also gives you a notification about retrieval of deleted data.

The program notifies you in case of deletion of data.

Hence, you are aware of the activities of your employee.

Using the keystroke logger you get to know the message content.

You can have access to information about the accessed files and attachments to emails.

You can monitor the chat as well as email messages to ensure there is no leakage of confidential information.

You can check whether employees play games online, browse for other jobs etc using the Spector 360.

They even alert you when they enter specific keywords.

There is a provision to alert you when they visit restricted websites, or social media network.

It can also identify the concerned employees. This would enable you to track every search.

Spector 360 goes one-step ahead and logs the keystrokes too.

You can also know details of the visists.

Every employee-monitoring system has the ability track the websites visited.

Anyway, you can either method for monitoring company activity. You have the option of a discreet mode too. This is a transparent mode of monitoring with the employee aware of the fact. Spector 360 is a versatile program in the sense that you can use any web enabled device to monitor employee activity.

Spector pro review software#

Hence, it is not common software for monitoring employees.

Spector pro review plus#

"Chicken Soup for the Soul: Power Moms" Plus 2 gi.Spector 360 is a cloud-based program.

Chicken Soup for the Soul book reviews (PLUS 4 giv.

Two book giveaways for Mother's Day! (reviews).

Trebellina DVD: and introduction to music and inst.

The Mixer from Betty Crocker (giveaway).

Fighting allergies with 3M Filtrete's help!.

Want a Chance to go to BlogHer? And Win?.

Cyber Patrol: protection for your family.

Dolittle: Million Dollar Mutts now available!

Hero: Becoming the man she desires (book review) &.

Baby Bunch has "hatched" a nest with eggs~.

Double Daring Books for Girls (Challenge) Book Sho.

I can see if I can trust a sitter or not, seeing what/if they use our computer. This works great for when we have babysitters over, too. I really like that I can see the exact order of everything that is viewed on my computer. I can even be notified if they use inappropriate language or visit sites I don't approve of.

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I especially like that Spector Pro records every keystroke: passwords and user names, even!! That is a great feature, especially if you have someone that uses the computer for things that aren't honorable. I can also block websites and features as I see fit, too. I can see if they are doing anything on the computer that I don't approve of. I can show the trust factor to them, and give them the opportunity to freely use online. I like that I can monitor what is done on my computer without my child's knowledge. I can easily track online use, e-mail use, chat/IM conversations (both conversations), get screen snapshots, websites visited, programs used, facebook/myspace usage and online searches. Spector Pro 2009 is a program that records every single key stroke made on my computer.

Spector pro review install#

I am so thankful that I have the opportunity to review the great product: Spector Pro 2009 and install it on my computer.

#Spector pro review

[detectivelen]

REN: Wait, don’t run, I have some clown questions--! @ask-fuzake-saka

#ask-fuzake-saka #answered #ren #len kagamine #askblog #detectchive #[[ its not everyday you meet a pro clown xD]] #[[ what a nice tuesday morning hello everyone]] #[[It turns out being away for a while made all my notifs wipe completely ]] #[[ also i need to confess why i keep mysteriously disappearing so often ]] #[[ you see.... im secretly a super hero ]] #[[ I can't tell you my hero name but know I overlook these streets from the top of high buildings because my vision is just that powerful ]] #[[ the rest is confidential information for your safety ]] #[[ my villain arch enemisis ... nemississ... nemissis... nemessis nemessiss HECK HOW DO YOU SPELL NEMISIS ]] #[[ Update: its nemesis ]] #[[ forgot what I was gonna say... ]] #[[ I'll be lurkin! ]]

[pbelfz]

Title: Equals Pairing: Cheater!Midoriya x Reader Prompt: Midoriya cheats on Uraraka with you and ends up enjoying it. Includes: noncon/rape, alcohol, forced breeding, creampie Word Count: 4.0k PB’s Masterlist

He wanted to say he disliked you.

Oh, God, he might have hated you.

His agency held this appreciation festivity twice a year, once every six months. Keeping up morale was important to Midoriya (all of his employees also received overtime, as the event was always on a Saturday). You were mingling with a fellow coworker, a glass of champagne in your hand that was barely touched.

As a secretary, you were often only seen in knee-length skirts or dress pants – not the scandalous skintight black dress you adorned now. Midoriya sighed through his nose, his brow becoming taut as he sipped his own drink. He didn’t necessarily think your attire was appropriate for the social, but it could have been a side effect of your assets.

Midoriya turned away, choosing to ignore you, as he does so, so often. You irked him, and it’s rare he becomes irritated with one of his employees, if ever. You’ve been nothing but kind to him, helpful even, but he gets snappy when you’re around. He wouldn’t let you ruin his mood this night, too.

He finds himself alone most of the night, which was odd. Being an up-and-coming top hero gained him public popularity, but he found his own employees seemed more comfortable chatting with each other than with him. He didn’t mind being socially shunned from the group. At least he could use this time to drink a little and unwind.

“Boo!”

Midoriya jolted at the sudden feeling of someone’s hands on his back, and he spilled some of his champagne on his dress shirt. He turned quickly to find the culprit giggling.

“Scared you?” You tease, having gained some satisfaction from spooking a Pro Hero. Midoriya frowned and sucked his teeth.

“Yeah. You did.”

You sensed the change in mood, backing off slightly. You step to the side of him, eyeing up the taller man. Midoriya didn’t look down at you; he took a particularly long sip of his drink with a noticeable scowl present on his face.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, quieter than before as you face forward. It was as if you were sharing a confidential information with Deku. You two did look suspicious after all, standing by yourselves against the wall of an office party. You were concerned, though. Deku’s been growing exceedingly rigid with you these past few weeks. “Do you want to go dry your shirt?”

“No,” came the short reply. You nod, a little taken back by the sharpness of his response.

You stood next to him, watching as your employees socialized and drank. The louder their laughter grew, the more nauseated you felt standing next to Midoriya in complete silence. Though, after he gulped down the remainder of his champagne, he finally spoke to you once more.

“Can you get me another drink?”

You became Deku’s personal bartender, refilling his drink each time he asked. Isn’t that what your job was, as his secretary? How could you refuse? Were you even allowed to refuse?

Midoriya migrated to one of the conference tables, nursing a glass of white wine and a glass of water. Both were given to him by you. He was starting to lose his balance slightly, and you didn’t trust to leave him alone, so you followed him, ushering the glass of water into his hand. He gave you an odd look as he sat down, almost like he didn’t expect to see you still there with him. He began to sip the water more than the alcohol.

Midoriya became talkative when he was drunk, more than usual. If he wasn’t talkative, then something’s wrong. Sober and drunk. The whole office knew that. Though, you were the only one who has worked close enough to him to know his lips were a little looser when intoxicated; ask him what’s wrong and he’ll tell you in a heartbeat, almost like he’s been waiting for you to ask.

“Midoriya-san,” you spoke in a whisper. It was calming, especially with how loud it was in the room. He turned his head to look at you, and you seemed so much closer to his face than he realized. “Are you okay? Is something going on?”

Midoriya looked away, blinking and biting the skin of his bottom lip. “Ochako and I had a fight this morning.” He hardly even hesitated to spill the news.

Something in your stomach flipped, almost like you won a small victory. Before you could ease your way into the details of his personal life, he continues on, handing them to you on a silver platter.

“She’s upset she hasn’t gotten pregnant yet.”

You pause, your face softening as you realize the situation may be more than you bargained for.

“It’s not like we haven’t been trying. It’s just…,” he licks his lip, eyes glancing between the glass of wine and glass of water, “She thinks one of us is infertile.”

You blink. “Have you gone to the doctor?”

He sighed, running his fingers through his forest green locks. “She doesn’t want to go. That’s what our fight was about. She’s too afraid to find out, so she insists we keep trying. Even if…”

“Even if it’s impossible,” you finish for him, leaning back in your chair.

“Yeah.”

You two don’t talk for a moment, watching your colleagues and Deku’s underlings wind down as the party is leaving everyone’s bloodstream. It was getting rather late.

Deku leans forward in his chair, burying his head in his hands with a restrained groan. It was a disparate display of apprehension from the Pro Hero, someone who is usually so confident in his work and doesn’t allow his underlings to see his faults. He’s a hero, and even though they work with him, he’s their hero, too. You stare at him oddly, little to no alcohol in your bloodstream clouding your thoughts. It was a little uncomfortable to see your boss looking so pitiful.

“Hey,” you soothe, dropping the professionalism in your voice and adopting a softer tone. It was a goddamn party. Live a little. Forget the titles. What makes him any different from you? He needs comforting right now – as a human being, not as Deku. For a moment, you didn’t think he heard you. But he eventually lifted his head, resting his chin on his folded hands as he stared forward.

“Yes, (Y/n)?” He slurred, eyes glancing up to look over at you. You stomach flipped at how he addressed you. You stutter out a laugh, a hand fidgeting with your hair.

“Oh. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Expecting what?” He sits up straight, not breaking eye contact. He looks tired.

“Just thought you hated me.”

He looks away then, and you now notice just how intoxicated he may be as he smiled a bit. “I might,” he murmured. You play along, leaning in a little closer as your lips twitch with the hint of a sly grin.

“Mm, some way to refer to someone you hate. Usually it’s all ‘(L/n)-san’ this, ‘(L/n)-san’ that.”

Midoriya just chuckles.

You sit back in your chair, crossing your arms with your own smile on your face.

“Just didn’t know you knew my first name is all.”

Midoriya makes a face and turns to look at you.

“You didn’t think I knew that? After all these years you’ve worked with me?”

You shook your head. “You always seemed to not want to have me around.”

“That’s not true.”

You enjoyed hearing that. You liked how he said it with so much affirmation in his tone, too. You both seemed as if you were equals right now, not boss and secretary. Midoriya shifted in his seat, now crossing his own arms, matching your poise as he stared ahead at the agency employees tak their leave. A few of them waved over to Deku, some having a questionable look on their face at the two of you sitting alone together, even as the event was clearly ending. You gestured to the glass of water sitting in front of Deku, giving the impression you were chaperoning him during his intoxicated state. That seemed to satisfy any of your curious colleagues.

After some time, some of Midoriya’s sidekicks came over to chat, and he was much too eager to indulge in conversation with anybody and everybody at that point. Of course, the heroes brought more drinks, further inebriating Deku. His underlings thought the sight was quite funny, and Midoriya was no longer sulking as he was previously when it was just the two of you in this corner of the room. Eight Drink Deku is apparently much more excitable than Six Drink Deku.

Midoriya was on his ninth drink when his sidekicks left one by one. It was much later than any of them realized, and they were all anticipating a nasty hangover already. They didn’t want to make it any worse for themselves than it already would be.

You two were the only ones left now, and you felt uncomfortable leaving Midoriya alone in his current state. He didn’t seem like he was ready to go home either, though. You frowned, easily taking his wineglass from him. He suddenly lurched up from where he was resting his head on the conference table, looking at you with a weak glare.

“Hey–,” you didn’t let him protest.

“Let’s go get you some more water,” you told him, eyeing the empty glass in front of him that previously held his water. Hard to believe he drank all of that, too.

It was an interesting turn of events, bossing your boss around. You had to bite back a laugh when you saw him give you the most exasperated roll of his eyes you’d ever seen.

“(Y/n). No.”

“Deku. Yes.”

You lean down, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and lifting him to stand. Damn, he’s heavy.

His body practically falls onto yours as you lead him to a water dispenser. You didn’t trust him enough to leave him alone right now; you knew you made the right decision when you felt him lift his head up to eye the leftover champagne on the tables.

“Why’d you drink so much, Midoriya-san?” You grumble, his weight getting the better of you. You hear him groan against your shoulder.

“I get that your relationship with Uraraka isn’t the best right now, but–,” Midoriya suddenly speaks up.

“You don’t get anything, (L/n),” he griped. You shut your mouth, your chest aching slightly at the sudden criticism. In just one sentence, Midoriya reminded you of your relation to him: under him. Not equal.

You tighten your lip. Fine. Doesn’t hurt you any if he wants to be that way.

You untangle yourself from him, letting him lean against his desk. The closest water dispenser was located here in his office – it was also the nicest one, but you weren’t going to comment on that. You turn away, but you feel a pull on your wrist. It elicits a gasp from you, and you look back at him rather suddenly. He’s gazing down at the floor, his hand wrapped around your forearm.

It takes him a minute to get his words out clearly. “I can’t go home like this,” he tells you, still looking at the ground. He looked so ashamed, you almost felt bad. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you don’t. You walk closer to him.

“She’ll be so upset,” he mutters, and it’s almost a whine. Apparently Nine Drink Deku is even more depressing than Six Drink Deku. “We have a rule about alcohol.”

You’re getting tired of hearing about Uraraka.

You’re so close to him now, your chest pressed against his and your eyes gazing up at him. He isn’t meeting your eye, but you see him eventually register just how close you are to his face.

“What’s the rule about alcohol, Midoriya-san?” You ask him. He doesn’t push you away. He’s looking down at you now. Acknowledging you. Oh, how badly you wanted to be acknowledged by him.

“She,” he swallows, “She just doesn’t like seeing me drunk.” His breath tickles the skin of your face, and you inhale the fermented scent. You lean into him a little more.

“I like seeing you drunk.”

He doesn’t say anything. He blinks.

“I like seeing you be honest with yourself,” you continue. “It’s refreshing.” You flatter him. The tactic works with most men, what would make Deku any different?

You two stay pressed against each other, staring at one another. Midoriya still hasn’t pushed you away, and in his inebriated state, it makes you more comfortable to continue. He has a perfect view of your cleavage from this angle.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask quietly. He won’t remember this conversation, right?

“No,” he whispers back, not breaking eye contact. It’s a breathy rejection, but it still hurts.

This makes you pull back a bit, and you hadn’t even noticed your hands found their place by his hips, caging him in by resting beside him on his desk. You blink, not expecting the refusal.

“Please?” A polite little beg. You gaze up at him, hoping to entice him with a sultry flutter of your lashes.

“No–,” he repeats, but you press your lips against his despite his disapproval. Your eyes close as you give him an intimate kiss, but his lips do not move. He’s staring down at you, shocked you would go so far. You feel him move, but it’s not the way you want. He shifts his weight, and one of his hands rests on your shoulder, lightly pushing you off of him. You back up, pulling out of your one-sided kiss with a silently dejected look.

He’s upset. You can see that much. The alcohol dimmed his glare – the heaviness of his eyelids gave the impression he was on the verge of falling asleep – but it was a rare occurrence to see Deku’s brow furrowed the way it was now.

Despite his intoxicated state dulling his thought processes, he still knew when it was time to put his foot down – as your boss.

“(L/n),” he slurred, and you were already about to apologize to save your job. “What was that?” He questioned. You paused, though, when you glanced down at his pants.

“You liked that, didn’t you, Deku?”

He was hard.

Midoriya’s response rate was slowed, so you stepped closer as he too glanced down at his groin. He scoffed, and you stepped closer once more.

“This… happens,” he muttered, unable to gather his words, “to men.”

You trace a finger on the outline of his erection. “It does happen to men, you’re right,” you agree. He shakes his head and grabs your hand, halting your movement.

“No. I mean, random ones,” it was hard for him to speak right now. Your free hand grabs ahold of his wrist, silently telling him to let go of you. You tear your eyes away from his crotch to meet his eyes once more.

“Please, Deku. Let me.”

He shook his head. “No. I have Ochako.”

You hold back an ugly glare; it’ll ruin the seductive persona you were putting on. “You say that, and yet you haven’t left. You could just walk right out of here. You can easily overpower me if you wanted to. You’re a Pro Hero, after all.”

Midoriya stares down at you, still holding onto your wrist.

“A part of you wants this, Deku,” your hand suddenly moves despite the grip he has on you, and you cup his erection, making him gasp. He’s much bigger than you thought he’d be. You fondle him through his pants, and he’s biting back a breathy groan. You shove him back lightly, pushing him to sit on his office desk and not caring if his stationary fell onto the floor. He lets you. He felt as if he had no other choice.

He always had a choice, though, you would argue. He could tell you to stop (didn’t he already, though?), or he could get up and leave (was he even able to walk independently at the moment?).

You eye him as you unzip his pants, and the denim felt scratchy against the palms of your hands as you tugged them down. He frowned, clenching his jaw, but the hand still grasping your wrist didn’t stop you. You tore your eyes away from his as you knelt down slowly in front of him, watching as his cock bounced against his abdomen when you pulled his briefs down.

You started with soft, kitten licks, making him stiffen, even in his drunken state. His senses were dulled, or rather, his attention was elsewhere. While his cock tingled with the sensation of your tongue, his mind filled with the distant anxiety of his wife. His breathing picked up.

“(Y/n), please,” he started, but you took him fully into your mouth suddenly before pulling off of him to give him a stroke. You glance up at him.

“Oh, so it’s ‘(Y/n)’ again?” You tease. He whimpers, his grip on your wrist tightening as you twist your pumps on his cock. “You can leave if you want to, Iz-u-ku.”

His cock twitches in your hand, and you giggle.

“Stop,” he goes to grab your hand around his penis, but his movements are sloppy. You release him and grab his hand first, pressing his wrist down onto his desk.

Now, you both are equal.

The two of you both have a wrist in each other’s hand.

This was all you wanted.

To be equal with your boss.

You shift, and you throw your leg over Midoriya’s, resting your foot on his desk. He’s gazing up at you, and you can’t tell if it’s a glare or if he’s shocked at the new position. He glances down between you two, seeing how his erection is now prodding at you. The material of your dress scrunched up when you lifted your leg, exposing your underwear. The tip of his cock tickled your clit as it lightly pressed against your panties, and Midoriya seemed to be attempting to pull his hips away from you as much as he could.

Oh, the delectability of having a Pro Hero underneath you.

Neither of you make an effort to move. If he really didn’t want this, he could have easily thrown you off of him at least twenty-two times. You counted.

You look down at him, and he stares up at you. “You really don’t want this?” You ask him.

He swallows, and he looks as if he’s trying to find the answer in your eyes. The answer for his temptation for infidelity.

Before he can answer, though, his phone rings. It’s sitting behind him. Midoriya jolts, and so do you. He glances back at it, but you see the caller ID before he does. Uraraka.

He releases your wrist, quickly reaching for his phone instead, but he doesn’t shove you off of him like you’re expecting him to. Before he can answer the phone, though, you take it and decline the call.

You look back up at him, and he’s definitely upset about that, the alcoholic tint in his cheeks now just looks like he’s heated out of anger.

Before he can scold you and remind him of his position above you once more, you shove him back – roughly this time. He’s on his back on his desk now, and he starts to sit up, but you grab ahold of both of his wrists, pinning them down. He could break out of this hold you have easily. Midoriya’s strong, much stronger than you or anyone you knew. But he doesn’t.

He’s glaring up at you.

You’re on top of him, still feeling his warm erection press against your inner thighs. When you feel no resistance from him, you release one of his wrists and reach down to move your underwear to the side. His cock brushes against your slick, and the head dips in. You both gasp, and Midoriya’s free hand quickly grabs your hip as he lurches forward at the wet feeling on his cock.

You move, feeling him enter you deeper and deeper before bottoming out. He’s stiff underneath you, staring straight upwards at the ceiling. He lies flat on his desk as you let go of him completely, finding a rhythm that feels good for you. An orgasm rippled through your body sooner than expected. You were using his body for your own pleasure, and he was letting you. Your hands traveled up your chest, pinching your nipples, and Midoriya watched. His calloused hands rested on your hips, allowing himself to be used by you. The only sounds in the office were your groans and the slapping of wet skin. Midoriya closed his eyes at one point, trying to keep himself from orgasming.

You leaned down, kissing him on the lips once more.

After a moment, he kissed you back.

You felt his hands travel up your back, his fingers tracing your spine.

“Can you cum inside of me, please?” You breathlessly ask him as you pull away from the kiss. He opens his eyes, and it’s the most sober he’s looked all night.

“What?” He stutters.

“Cum, please,” you repeat, “I want your cum. Inside.”

He suddenly is much more aware of the feeling of your tight walls sucking his cock in and out. “No,” he says firmly.

“Please, Izuku, please,” you beg shamelessly. Your hips pick up their pace, rolling them against his own quicker and more intentional.

Midoriya grits his teeth. He couldn’t hold it much longer. You could tell. His balls tightened against your ass.

“Please cum, please cum, please cum,” your mantra continues, and his hands grip your hips tightly. You suddenly feel a spurt of something warm inside of you, and you let out a sigh of relief as you begin to slow your bouncing. Midoriya lets out a restrained moan, and it’s beautiful. You’ve never seen him like this. Sweaty and vulnerable, holding you so tightly against him as he filled you up. Is this what Uraraka gets to see every night?

It’s almost like he’s hugging you right now. When he comes down from his high, he gently pulls you off of him, pulling his cock out of you. His semen falls out of you and onto his cock, making a bigger mess than he already made. He feels so empty.

He almost pushes you off of him, disgusted with himself. The alcohol tainting his mind did little to dull his anger. He ignored you as he pulled his pants up, picking his phone up to call back Uraraka. He staggered slightly as he grabbed his coat, speaking to Uraraka on the phone.

“Ochako. I’m on my way home. I’m sorry.”

You called out the next day. You didn’t really want to see Deku, and you were honestly hoping he didn’t remember.

Though, when you returned the day after, you were told Deku wanted to see you in his office before he left for patrol.

You were shaking. That night was fun, but you knew you had to return to secretary and boss eventually. You were about to get fired, and you just needed to mentally prepare for it.

You step into his office – where the crime occurred two nights ago – and you see Deku in his hero costume adjusting his bracers.

“You, eh, you wanted to see me, sir?”

He glanced over at you. His expression was neutral, which was never a good start. Deku was always smiling. You tapped your clipboard.

“(L/n)-san,” he said, a small smile on his face, “sit.”

You came over to his desk. The desk you fucked him on. You sit in the chair in front of him, but he remains standing, leaning against the table with his arm crossed and a finger scratching his cheek.

“I, um, wanted to talk about the other night,” he starts. You look away, bashful. A completely different person than you were when you had sex with him.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize rather quickly.

He doesn’t say anything.

“I was actually wondering if you’d like to,” he takes a breath, a hand coming up to hide the lower half of his face, “do it again… sometime…?”

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[kazemitsuyuri]

Warm on a cold night

summary: bakugou learning how to crochet and made gn!reader a cute sweater

genre: hcs, sfw, fluffy fluff

warnings: swearing (its bakugou duh✋)

a/n: first time writing something like this 🥺 hope you'll enjoy (i do take requests btw 🤩)

bakugou's domestic af, that we all are well aware of :)

but the moment you said you wanted a wool sweater for the cold seasons coming up after you watched a particular video on tiktok

our boy is so whipped for you that he starts googling how to crochet immediately

it would be a pretty good present for you, he thought, searching up "how to crochet a sweater"

of course, you had no idea

man is busy with work as a pro hero, saving lives and doing paperwork

but every break time after lunch, he would rush to make you that sweater in his office

the poor interns thought they were hallucinating when they saw their number two hero with his legs crossed on the table, leaning back on his chair, comfortably holding up pink and purple wool, crocheting squares while still talking on the phone

and he wanted it to be a surprise gift

so every time you step into the room while he was crocheting, he threw the stuff away so quick, you almost got suspicious

but you two trusted each other with everything you had, so you just guessed he was doing some secret confidential research about villains, and you never really asked him anything

the bakusquad took this as a perfect teasing opportunity

"old grandma bakugou," mina giggled alongside with kaminari before both got blasted with explosions

nevertheless, they knew he loved you so much and they were happy to see him caring for someone

you were his soft spot

he knew you got cold quite easily; as you always cling to him while sleeping, your icy cold hands slithering up his body seeking for warmth (which he always claims to hate yet he still let you do it every time)

you're just extremely important to him and he would do anything for you :)

even if that's crocheting on missons while on breaks

the chilly air of winter got your nose red and sneezing every now and then.

your quirk is sensitive to the cold and so you had to wear layers of clothing every time the temperature drops

plus, your husband was a very overprotective person who made sure you stay safe and healthy at all times, making sure the fireplace was hot enough and you wear warm clothes

it was a weekend that day and bakugou had a break day

which was rare due to "all the fucking crime and villains asking for attention from the number two hero", as he stated.

you sat comfortably in his arms in front of the tv and next to the fireplace, all cozy and warm, watching your favourite show

his body has always been your main source of warmth

his quirk allowed him to constantly stay warm and emitted a caramel-like fragrance

you loved everything about him

"who needs a teddy bear when i have you," you joked

you've been saying that ever since you went out with each other, but he's never gotten tired of it

even if he doesn't say it out loud, he loved hearing it

in the middle of your cuddling session, he took out the sweater he spent weeks crocheting and gave it to you

he didn't have to say anything cheesy, it's always been like that: him giving you a present while blushing and you start giggling like an idiot

this time it happened the exact same way

you immediately hugged it and stared at it

"it's so pretty! thank you, katsuki! where did you buy it? it looks so high-quality, was it expensive?"

every word coming from your mouth just fueled his ego and the pride he felt was about to make him explode

with his cunning smirk, he lifted your face to face him, "i was the one who made it."

your eyes widened, your mouth fell agape, "since when did you know how to knit?"

and his cocky ass kissed your forehead, "it's called crocheting, babe. and it was a piece of cake." which he was lying, he cursed so many times in the process of making it.

and you started piecing things together, "that's what you've been hiding!"

having a better look at the sweater, it was so well-done you honestly thought he had it custom made.

you immediately put it on and bakugou melted at the sight of you grinning with your nose hidden in the sweater

"i love it!" you exclaimed, hugging bakugou tightly, "i love you, katsuki!"

"love you too, babe."

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