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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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Me Quiero Enamorar.

pair : bakugou x afab!reader

warning(s) : just soft, soft baku soft baku, loving sex, a lil angsty, hospital sex?, semi-public sex, mentions of injuries, biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, this is more fluff than smut 😭

bakugou wants many things. he wants to be #1. he wants to be the best. he wants to do, be and have many things. but one of the things he wants the most, is you. bakugou loves you dearly. although he's not very upfront with how deep his love is for you, his love is everlasting and sincere. he's had many girlfriends before, but you're different. you can actually put up with his ego and intolerant attitude with a laugh, not wasting a second to insult him back.

no, you're so much more different than that. you're genuine, you're not fake and "all smiles," like some of these chumps claim to be. you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and never hesitate to say it how it is. he used to be annoyed by how emotional and bratty you are, but now, boy, does he really admire you for it. it's not something he can easily do, he'd rather die than cry in front of an audience, but you do it so easily it's like second nature.

you're different, because you love him. you love him for who he is. you don't try to conform or change him, nor do you ever get scared of his random tantrums and odd behaviors. you actually hear him out during one of his long rants, even if you disagree. what he loves most is that you're upfront when you don't like something, but you're not necessarily pushy with it either. you simply inform him why you disagree with something he's said. god, does that "nerdy" aspect of your personality lead to many deep conversations late in the night.

you're different, because he loves you so much, sometimes he's afraid to loose you. it's a worry that has him thinking late at night. his fingers are mindlessly twirling your soft locks in his hair, eyes staring at nothing at in particular. what if one day you'd leave him because of his own flaws? he'd never admit those thoughts, but somehow you find out either way. you'd take his cheeks into your palms, gently holding him like he's fine china, like he's the one who would cry any minute.

"don't be so silly. if i can handle these bastards, then i can certainly handle you."

oh, how earlier you were a feet away from death's door. such a big statement from a small fragile girl from you. he should've known he'd have to take your words with a grain of salt, as of now, you're laying in a hospital bed with bandages covering 60% of your body.

he mindlessly kisses the back of your hands, gently holding your hands in his own. he's also injured, but that doesn't matter, you're what matters to him. all he wants to hear right now is that you'll be okay, and that you're going to walk out of this hospital with him eventually. even though you are reassuring him with the little strength you have, the ghostly grip your hands can muster has him maybe not taking you seriously.

"'katsu'.." you rasped, bandaged hand coming up to the swell of his cheek. the low eyes he's fronting has you knowing what he's thinking. he's quiet, almost having not said a word in a record-time of 10 minutes. his face is relaxed, almost showing no emotion at all. you take this opportunity to focus on the small details of his face. it's almost unfair, a boy like him shouldn't have such perfect skin.

like a cat, he leans into your hand, seeking the warmth of your body. the soft illumination of the moon is the only light you have. he snuck out to your room, after all the nurses didn't allow him to do so much as sit up. his calloused hand comes up to your wrist, mouth placing gentle kisses on the tips of your fingers, palm and wrist. he's trailing soft pecks up and down your bandages before you wrap your fingers around his shirt's collar, softly guiding him up closer to you and your bed.

he silently abided, eyes full of confusion before he knowingly leans in for a kiss on the lips. the kiss is slow paced, almost still, like two slow dancers. he pulls a few inches away from you, eyes almost closed as he basks in your close presence before you're pulling him back in again, deepening the kiss. it's not long before finally climbs onto the bed in defeat. arms caged around your head, one of his arms is propped on it's elbow for support while his other free hand softly holds your jaw.

he wants to be like this with you forever. he just wants to play with your stupid hair, with you healthily laying stupidly content in a stupid bed. but he can't have that. all he gets right now is him playing with your stupid damaged hair, with you stupidly being injured, in a stupid damn hospital bed.

when you try to slip your tongue between his lips, it has him shaking his head in disagreement. no. you're too injured and fragile right now. he pulls away to diffuse the sexual tension, eyes watching with guilt as you whine like a child for his attention and touch.

but how could he? how could he muster to touch you intimately when he literally felt the warmth get sucked right out of your then limp and battered body less than 24 hours ago? of course he wants to. he would never resist you, but right now, just isn't the right time.

he's about to pull away from you entirely and call it a night when he stops in his tracks after you cry out his name, pain and sadness evident in your voice. "katsuki, i want you, please."

god, he wants you too.

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he slowly sinks his cock into you, taking his sweet time, wanting to feel you forever and ever. his nose is snug with your neck, inhaling your sweet, almost toxic scent. you mewl out his name, asking for him to go deeper. he abides to your request, hips rocking into yours, his cock's tip kissing your cervix.

you claw at his back, leaving angry red marks on his back bones and shoulders. his shirt has been thrown off somewhere, leaving his bare torso naked. your hands explore his skin, you've done it many times before, but you still cannot but help to run your hands along the harsh defined lines of his toned muscles.

he leaves soft kisses on your neck, tongue licking and sucking on your sensitive vein. his hands remain on your waist, occasionally squeezing when you clench around him so nicely it has him holding back a groan. he wonders how the nurses haven't found out already. or maybe they already know, which is why no nurse has came in to check in on you.

who knows, who cares. one of his hands come up to your breast, massaging the mound and pinching your sensitive bud. you arch your back in response, pushing yourself impossibly closer to him. his hands lightly push you back against the bed. "relax, i'll take care of you." he whispers, laying a chaste kiss onto your jawline.

he leans up for a minute to hook one of his arms underneath one of your knees, bending it upwards for a better position. the new position has you gasping out, hands clawing at bakugou's poor shoulders and biceps. he pays no mind to the scratches on his already injured body, if they are from you, then it's okay. he wouldn't mind if one of your scratches turned into a long lasting scar.

his focus is distracted when you clench impossibly tighter around him. he throws his nose back into your neck, trying to hide his low moans and expressions. you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him as your orgasm comes closer with every rock of his hips.

"katsu'.." you cry out, hand coming up to pull on the roots of his hair, earning a low grunt. he hums in response, already knowing to bring his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles onto your puffy bud. within a few seconds, your hands dig small crescents into his back, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you.

he comes to a full stop as your walls clench down on him almost painfully, biting down onto your shoulder as his own orgasm takes over him, grunting as he spills into you.

the two of you bask in each other's presence following your orgasms. he's careful not to put his full body weight on top of you as he lays his head against your chest, eyes lulling closed as he listens to the faint melody that is your heart.

as you play with his hair, his arm comes up to rest over your stomach. your heart hums him to sleep. he loves you, he loves this. he just wants you, and he wants something like this, forever and ever.

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liquidcatt · 4 months

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You: It would have been better if we’d never met. None of this would have happened.

Him: Hey, y/n look at me. I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.

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chillypowder · 7 months

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Rescued Hearts: A Second Chance at Love

Pair: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: After 6 years of marriage, you've finally decided to end it half heartedly. So how did you end on the floor of your house that was once something you called home.

As I sat alone on the couch in our once-luxurious penthouse, the empty room seemed to echo with loneliness. The soft hum of the city outside was the only company I had, and it offered no solace. I had grown accustomed to these moments of solitude, moments when Bakugou Katsuki, my husband of six years, would once again prioritize his career as a pro hero over our relationship.

At first, his absences had stung, the broken promises a constant source of disappointment. But as time passed, I had learned to bury those feelings deep within me, like embers slowly fading into ashes. I had grown adept at putting on a brave face, hiding the hurt that gnawed at my heart each time he missed a date, a celebration, or simply a quiet evening together.

Unbeknownst to Bakugou, I had been carrying a secret that weighed heavier with each passing day. A secret that, in a cruel twist of fate, had driven a wedge between us even further. I had been diagnosed with leukemia, a merciless disease that had already claimed so much of my strength. After a grueling surgery, the doctors had delivered a grim prognosis - I had just a week left to live.

I couldn't bring myself to burden Bakugou with this devastating news. I understood the overwhelming stress and dedication he poured into his hero work. His days were filled with battles against villains, and his nights with endless paperwork and public appearances. How could I add to his burden with my own impending demise? Instead, I had decided on a different path, one that would ultimately make him resent me.

Tonight, as I waited for him once more, I contemplated divorce. It was a desperate attempt to push him away, to free him from the guilt and responsibility of a dying spouse. The courage to have this difficult conversation had taken time to gather, but I had resolved to go through with it.

Just as I steeled myself to face Bakugou and tell him that our marriage had become too painful to endure, a sharp, excruciating pain radiated through my chest. I gasped for breath, clutching at my heart, and then everything went dark.

Six long hours later, the weight of the door closing behind him alerted me to Bakugou's return. I wished I could see his face, explain everything to him, but I was trapped in this agonizing darkness, unable to move or speak.

Then, his voice, choked with panic and desperation, cut through the haze. "What the hell happened?!" he exclaimed, his footsteps racing toward me.

He found me, unconscious and unresponsive, lying on the couch where I had spent countless nights alone. Panic surged through him, and he fumbled for his phone, calling for an ambulance. But it was too late. I could feel my own consciousness slipping away, like grains of sand through my fingers.

As the paramedics rushed in, they tried to revive me, but I knew it was futile. My time had run out, and I had left this world with so much unsaid. I could hear Bakugou's voice, raw with anguish, begging me to hang on, but there was nothing I could do.

In those final moments, I wished I could have told him about my illness, about the love that had never waned despite the distance that had grown between us. I wished I could have told him how much I cherished the moments we had together, even if they were far too few.

And as the darkness closed in, I hoped that somehow, he would find a way to forgive himself, to understand that life had given us both a cruel hand, and that our love had endured through it all.

Note: I'm sorry I changed the original text from the idea to a more evolved version if you want to read the original idea I'll post it separately.

Once again. Sorry 😔

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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧

⧫ Characters: Hawks, Dabi

⧫ Reader: genderneutral

⧫ Wordcount: 0.6k

⧫ Summary: You catch Keigo cheating on you and find comfort in Dabi

⧫ WARNINGS: Mentions of cheating and sex (nothing in detail)

⧫ A/n: this was a drabble I wrote for @mekiza in the middle of the night when I was sad. Totally not based on the song burn from Hamilton.

Keigo didn‘t mean for this to happen. Having you walk into your shared bedroom when Mirko was kneeling in front of him, taking care of his physical needs when he was the one pushing you away this whole time. The guilt of what he‘s doing with the league of villains sitting deep, the feeling of being undeserving of a pure love like yours was strong.

The words of your sister echoed in your head as you took in the scene „be careful with that one my love, he‘ll do everything to survive“ with tears in your eyes you watched them both scramble, the heartbreak visible - he doesn’t even know how it could have come this far. He loved you, He really did.

But just like everyone else you fell for his sweet talk, the way he built you a castle with his words, calling you his princess, his love - and you fell for it.

„I hope you burn“ those were the words you told him in a cold manner before you left the building, not even wasting a glance towards Mirko, the woman you’ve been told so many times not to worry about.

Days passed without a single word of him, your heart aching from the betrayal and again, the words of your sister rang through your ears „You’ve married an Icarus, he has flown too close to the sun“ how could he be so obsessed with his goal? Neglecting your relationship and daring to betray you, acting like the carefree hero in public, always paranoid with the way they perceive him. Him. Him.

You removed yourself from his life all together, making sure that you will never get connected to Hawks or Keigo ever again, not letting the world see how he broke your heart. His actions left you broken and he didn’t even dare to face you to give you an apology, letting the whole world see just how close he and his hero colleague are and it made you sick. The world has no right to your heart, the world has no place in your bed, they don’t get to know what you said. He forfeit all rights to your heart, he forfeit all rights to your bed, he will have to sleep in his office instead with only the memories of when you were his.

You wanted him to burn - and that’s exactly what happened.

It’s been months since you last saw him, barely thinking of him anymore when you saw this familiar set of eyes meet yours. Your body went stiff when he shot you a sad smile, making his way towards you. „Hey…“ he mumbled, barely able to look at you which made you laugh bitter. Of course he acts like he’s been the one hurt, like he’s the victim. „How have you been doing? Maybe we can grab a coffee and ta-“ you didn’t even let him finish, not needing his pity. „don’t even try Keigo. I’m done with you and it’s better if we go separate ways“ you said sincere, not wanting him back, no matter how many times you still broke down with this incurable pain, feeling like you lost a part of yourself but it’s just phantom pain… it wasn’t him that you missed, it was the way you felt so whole before you met him.

Through drunken nights and crying yourself to sleep you managed to move on, finding yourself someone who keeps your bed warm when your heart grows heavy and cold. He knew you didn’t care about him and neither did he care for you, just happy that he can hurt Hawks like this. The way you were pleasing him, so eager, so drunk on him, begging for him, was captured and forwarded to the formerly winged hero. No, burning his wings wasn’t enough. He wanted to burn his heart too.

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

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highpri3stess · 9 months

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Saw a post that said "everything is smut" and that they want "more angst" and half of the notes are "exactly" and some people are like 'here's my angst fic I wrote' like a pickme bitch. BITCH. I switched to writing x reader and smut writing because no one wanted to read my angst fics or know about my OC (that I made bc fanfiction is the only way I could share my culture on the internet). Even then writing anything on this godforsaken app is DIFFICULT because I get labels like I'm collecting pokemons. MY NANAMI ANGST FIC GOT A LABEL BECAUSE I TALKED ABOUT 'SEX' and there was zero smut.

You want angst? You want whatever? Then go write it. Don't cry to fanfiction writers. And fanfiction writers, YOU. ARE. NOT. CONTENT. MACHINES. Stop falling for the 'oh there's no enough xyz' and then bending over backwards to recommend your shit because all these people do is ghost read and disappear. Truthfully. It's different of someone is asking for angst recs because they truly want it. They are not asking, they are demanding and whining.

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animekpopsimp · 1 year

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A Familiar Song (Bakugou x villain reader)

"Bakugo!" (Y/N) shouted as she ran up to her best friend. The little girl had a large smile on her face as she looked up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement. The little boy looked back down at the shorter girl, a tiny smile on his face.

"Bakugo, when I get my quirk. I wanna be a really strong hero!" The little girl cheered. Bakugo smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You can be my sidekick since I'm gonna be number one someday" He proudly stated, smirking,

"If you're gonna be number one, then I'm gonna be number two since we're best friends!" The little girl stated, the smile never leaving her face.

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The blond boy found himself lost in thought, his crimson eyes staring off into the distance, his lips drawn into a thin line. Bakugo tried not to think about the memories that often haunted him, but every now and again he would remember (Y/N), the girl he once considered his best friend. The image of her smiling face as she would proudly declare that she was going to fight alongside him never left his head. Bakugo never liked to express his feelings, but deep down he felt like a monster. He had driven away one of the few people who could stand being around him.

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"Katsuki! Katsuki!" (Y/N)'s excited voice filled the air as she ran up to her best friend. She stopped in front of him, noticing the scowl on his face.

"What's wrong?" The little girl asked, head tilted to the side. Katsuki turned to face her, anger shining in his crimson eyes.

"Leave me alone" He sneered, looking down at (Y/N), his arms crossed. The little girl frowned, she never liked seeing her friend upset.

"But Kat-" The little girl was suddenly cut off by the sound of an explosion. The force knocked her off balance, causing her to fall to the ground, wincing as she landed. (Y/N)'s eyes went wide as she looked up at Katsuki, tears starting to fill her eyes slowly.

"I said leave me alone!!" Katsuki shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the air. His words stung as they reached (Y/N)'s ears, and tears began to run down her face as she scrambled to her feet. The little girl opened her mouth, trying to speak, but the blond boy had already beat her to it.

"Just go away, you're quirk is stupid anyway, you'll never be a hero! So just go away!" He screamed, hearing this (Y/N)'s heart broke. Katsuki had been supportive of her dream to become a hero up until this point, what had changed? Was her quirk really that stupid, should she really just give up?

"Fine!" She yelled back after a tense pause.

"I never wanted to be your sidekick anyway!" With that, the little girl turned and ran off, tears spilling from her eyes. Katsuki watched her go, a small part of him regretting his actions, but he would never admit it.

(A week later)

"Look at her, she can't even defend herself" One of Katsuki's friends sneered, looking down at (Y/N) with a hateful smirk on his face. The other two boys laughed loudly to themselves, kicking the girl while she curled her body inwards in an attempt to protect herself. She winced as each blow landed on her body, no doubt leaving bruises in various places on her body. After a moment, she could faintly hear footsteps approaching. (Y/N) glanced up for a short moment, only to see Katsuki, any hope that someone would help her died at that moment.

"What are you doing? She's not worth it" The blond told the other boys, looking down at the girl as if she were nothing more than a piece of discarded trash on the sidewalk. One last kick landed near (Y/N)'s ribs before the group left, and all the little girl could do was lay there for a moment, hissing as the pain spread throughout her body. After a moment, she finally mustered up enough strength to get to her feet. With one look down at her battered body, she could tell she would have bruising for a while. She could feel her eyes start to well up with tears as she slowly limped home, cursing Katsuki for what he had done to her.

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Katsuki, better known as the pro hero Dynamite had been called to the scene of a villain attack. He was no stranger to situations like this, having graduated from UA and becoming a well-known hero in a short time. As well as becoming a strong, loved hero, his temperament calmed down. Sure, he still had his moments, but he had grown as a person. He had even apologized to Izuku for the years of bullying he put the boy through. Though deep down, he couldn't apologize to someone else, someone who rightfully deserved it. The blond was suddenly snapped from his thoughts when a faint sound reached his ears. As he reached the center of the chaos, he looked around, and after a moment he realized it was the sound of singing. As soon as the sound reached his ears his entire body seemed to freeze as if weights had been tied to his limps. Katsuki tried to move forward, but his body felt heavy. Then, within an instant, his surrounding had changed. The city he used to be in was now replaced with what looked like a field of flowers. The male's eyes went wide as he looked around, trying to understand what was going on.

That's when the sound of a branch snapping reached Katsuki's ears. He spun around, eyes spotting a figure standing in the distance. He could barely make out their features.

"Who the hell are you?!" He shouted, his voice demanding. The figure said nothing as they simply approached him, a calm smirk on their face.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Katsuki?" The figure asked, their voice feminine. Katsuki felt his heart start to race as he took in the woman's appearance. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, what was in front of him couldn't be real.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, too shocked to say anything else. She had obviously grown older, but there were unmistakable features he remembered from back then. Her eyes were the same beautiful shade of (E/C), but there was something different about them.

"I'm surprised you still remember me" the woman commented, a hint of malice in her tone. The way she looked at him made Katsuki shiver. He could see the hate hidden behind the smile on her face. The blond tried to move his body once more, but his muscles still refused to cooperate with him. It was as if something or someone was keeping him in place. For once, Katsuki felt completely helpless.

"I've been waiting to see you again. I still remember the way you treated me." (Y/N) sneered, the smile falling from her face. She stood right in front of Katsuki, staring at him as if she was looking directly into his soul.

"I'm-" the blond tried to speak, but he was suddenly cut off by the woman in front of him.

"Don't try and apologize, it's too late for that." She told him, her eyes never leaving his still form. Everything inside of Katsuki screamed at him to move, to fight back. But he couldn't. bring himself to do so. He didn't want to believe that someone he considered a close friend had become a villain. But, no matter how much he tried to deny it, the fact was staring him in the face.

"I'm sorry" he finally spoke, tears welling up in his eyes. Deep down he blamed himself for this outcome, if he had been a better person at the time then maybe he wouldn't be in this position now.

"I know you're sorry, I just don't care" (Y/N) told him, keeping a straight face. It was clear she had grown to hate him.

"You know, you were right though. I would have never made it as a hero. I'm much better as a villain, don't you think?" (Y/N) asked, lips pulling up into a smirk.

"Please, you don't have to do this" Katsuki tried to reason with her. But deep down he knew there was no reasoning with the woman standing before him. Suddenly, the scenery changed a second time, and (Y/N) was gone. Once again the sound of singing filled the air. In an instant, Katsuki found himself surrounded by shadowy figures, though they were faceless he could feel them staring at him. He could feel the anger that was directed toward him.

"You don't deserve to be a hero" a voice filled the male's ears, it was quickly followed by many others that began to mock him and throw insults at him.

"You're a bully"

"you're not a hero." Their words filled the air like poison gas, seeping into Katsuki's body. He could feel his body begin to shake as he finally found himself able to move, he scanned the crowd of shadows as they continued to spit vile words at him, reminding him of all the regrets that weighed heavily on his mind. He tried not to let them affect him, knowing this was all an illusion, but the more he tried, the louder the voices seemed to get. Katsuki covered his ears, trying to block out the sound, but it didn't work no matter how hard he tried.

"You're not a hero" (Y/N)'s voice suddenly rang out, replacing the many he had been hearing before. Katsuki looked around confused, but he couldn't see the woman anywhere.

"Shut up!" The blond suddenly yelled, he charged forward, following the sound of the woman's voice. Finally, he found her and tackled her to the ground. Her singing abruptly came to a stop and the city reappeared. Katsuki let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. His crimson eyes looked down at the woman below him, she was struggling to get out of his grip but he kept her from moving. There was a hateful look in her eyes as she stared up at him, silently cursing him. A soft, saddened look appeared on Katsuki's face. When he looked down at her, all he could see was the little girl from before. The same one he had bullied and driven away from him. The guilt still ate away at him every day.

"I'm sorry," he said, before using a pressure point to knock the woman unconscious.

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izufeels · 2 years

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⌕ [ she can’t know ] — k.bakugou !

“hi katsuki,” y/n says with a small smile.

there’s no response, of course, but y/n still continues the conversation.

“sorry i didn’t come yesterday,” she says, huffing as she kneels. “izuku and i were doing the festival — but you knew that already.”

she stares at the headstone, almost like she’s waiting for katsuki to say something like ‘stupid deku, stealing my girl away from me.’

but he doesn’t.

she reaches a hand out to trace his name, the grooves in the stone. “i miss you,” she whispers.

she pulls her hand away and grabs the flower beside her. she places them on the ground in front of the headstone. “i got your favorite flowers again.

kirishima’s really sad. he misses you too. they all miss you. i think izuku misses you the most though.” she pauses, looking down at her hands. “he always looks at your seat when he comes into class.. he thinks no one sees him, but i do. i see that his smile is a bit smaller than it was the day before, and how his eyes seem to have lost the sparkle.”

she looked up, tears flowing down her cheeks. “i wish you would come back. everything was better when you were here. even if you were rude and loud.” she lets a sob out, slowly bringing a hand up to wipe at her tears.

“why won’t you come back?” she whispers. it’s not really a question, because she knows no one will answer it.

she hears a noise and she looks up, a blur of blonde hair skates behind the trees of the forest. for a moment y/n thinks that it’s katsuki. she comes to her senses and cries harder.

katsuki breathes hard as he presses his back against the tree trunk. he closes his eyes and exhales out of his nose.

“that was close,” dabi says, frightening katsuki. “crusty told you not to come here anymore; you’re gonna be seen.”

katsuki scoffs at the older boy, pushing off the tree. “like i’d ever get caught. he can’t tell me what the fuck to do.”

dabi takes a step closer, gripping katsuki’s collar. “this was your decision, pretty boy. don’t fucking forget that. you chose to leave her behind — to leave them all behind.” he hisses.

“i fucking know that, dumbass!” katsuki whisper-shouts, grabbing dabi’s wrist. “i was — am, in love with her, pardon me if i can’t get over that fuckin’ quick.”

he peels dabi’s hands off his shirt and turns back around, looking at y/n again. she’s packing up her things now, getting ready to return to the dorms.

dabi rolls his eyes. “crusty’s waitin’ for us, let’s go.”

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sweetbbyshion · 9 months

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you'd ever want to leave me (chapter 2)

-> Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x Fem!Reader

Summary: "How can I hit rewind so I could find a single reason why you would leave with no goodbye"

Touya walked into your life with no warning and settled himself in your heart. But how do you expect to build a relationship based on lies and betrayals?

warnings: sexual content (a brief description of a handjob and sex), mentions of bruises, dabi needs serious psychological help

masterlist -> previous chapter -> next chapter

The next day comes by after a horrible night of sleep. You kept waking up for a few seconds before falling asleep again. Because of that, you were unable to have a peaceful night of sleep. You feel tired when you drag yourself out of the warm bed but the clock reads 3pm and you need to start cleaning the house. Like yesterday night, time passes slowly. It's only 5pm by the time you finish cleaning and you immediately go take a shower and put on some nice clothes although you think you might be a bit overdressed to just stay at home. It's by the time you're preparing dinner that you realize that you had no idea at what time Touya would come. Sure he said “tomorrow night” but you had no idea if he was coming before or after dinner. Either way, you prepared enough for him and set the table for two people. You waited and waited for the man to show up but at 9pm you decided to eat because it's obvious he will only show up after dinner. You have time to wash and clean the dishes and watch the rest of a movie playing on the tv. You keep checking the clock on your phone and now time is passing quicker than it did this afternoon. Midnight strikes and Touya is nowhere to be seen. You’re forcing yourself to stay awake but to no avail. You convince yourself that he just had something coming up and since he didn't have your number there was no way he could warn you. Nonetheless, you feel your heart aching and a tear escaping as you accept that he is not coming over as you walk to your bedroom, dragging your feet on the ground. You sniff and hold your tears as you clean your face and change clothes then lay on the cold bed.

Sleep comes faster than you would have thought but it doesn't last long, a repeated knock on the door waking you up. You stumble out of bed, ready to argue with whoever decided to annoy you at 2am. You open the door, brows furrowed and a scowl on your face that immediately drops when you see Touya in front of you. His hair is a mess and he is a bit out of breath, like he had just ran to your house. “You're here.” you murmur. “I told you I would come.” he replied. You watch as he walks inside after taking off his shoes. He moves to your couch like he is already so used to it. It warms your heart seeing Touya be so comfortable in your house. It’s only then that you feel a little self conscious about your pajamas and overall messy look. You try to think of excuses so you can run to your room and come out looking like you did a few hours ago but Touya pats on the spot next to him and you realize there's no running from it. You sit next to him, keeping your distance as much as you can on the small couch. As much as he looks comfortable, you still feel nervous around him. Your heart beats faster every time you try to look at him just to find the intense blue eyes staring back at you. There's awkwardness in the air, at least you think so, as you stare at your fingers. Now that he is here, you have no idea what to say or do.

“Tell me about you.” he says, without raising his voice.

“There's not much to be said.” you whisper back.

“I still want to know.”

Your heart jumps and twirls and you feel like a highschool girl talking to their crush. You tell Touya about you. His blue eyes keep staring at you, taking in every word you say. You notice you're rambling but his hums of acknowledgment make you keep going. You think you might be oversharing too much, the guy was still a stranger but you felt comfortable enough to go on and on about yourself. Touya doesn't seem to mind as his eyes never leave you.

He doesn't tell you about himself, not even when you stop talking for a bit to hear his side. You don't push Touya to talk though, understanding that maybe it's too soon and he's not an over-sharer like yourself. There's a weird feeling that settles in your chest as well as a bunch of questions plaguing your mind. You try to convince yourself that he simply doesn't like talking about himself, even though it is weird that he didn't say anything about his life other than his quirk.

“So, no quirk.” he says after a brief pause.

“No quirk.” you confirm, shaking your head. “And I don't pay much attention to those with quirks either. My parents always kept me away from anything related to it.” you fall back on the couch, resting your head on the backrest. “Said they wanted me to live a normal life. I know of All Might but that's about it.” with this, you turn your head to look at him. “And now the blue flames hero, Touya.” You smile. Touya doesn't smile back and there's something in his eyes that you can't explain. But, once again, you push those thoughts away.

Touya gets closer and your heart starts beating faster. You look into his eyes but can't comprehend what he is thinking of. While Touya looks at you like he can see all of you, you can't seem to decipher what hides behind his eyes. Right now though, understanding what the man is thinking is at the bottom of the list. He keeps getting closer and your eyes move from his to his mouth. You want to kiss him but you are not sure if you're reading the situation correctly. So you stand by patiently, eyes half closed as you wait for the kiss.

However, the kiss never comes. Instead, Touya backs away and ignores the disappointed expression on your face.

“Kissing you would defeat the purpose of keeping you away from anything quirk related.” he says, looking at the ceiling.

“I guess.” you murmur. “Though it was already defeated the moment you walked through the door, don't you think?”

Touya laughs, turning his face to look at you. In a spontaneous decision, you lean closer to him. It doesn't feel like a movie; instead, it happens too fast. One moment you're the one getting closer and in the other Touya’s hand is on the back of your neck to pull you for a kiss. It's soft and slow, the complete opposite of what you thought kissing Touya would be like. Your hands are gripping the front of his shirt, scared that it is all a dream and he will disappear right in front of you. His hands are pulling you closer and closer until your front is touching him. You sigh into the kiss as Touya pulls away. You take a deep breath before you're throwing yourself onto him, kissing him faster this time. It's a bit messy but you still wrap your arms around him and start moving to sit on his lap.

He stops you though, his breaths are fast and his lips are shining. You want to kiss him again but he keeps you away. A pout makes its way to your lips and Touya chuckles before kissing it away. His lips don't stay on yours long enough for you to deepen the kiss but his continuous pecks are enough to pull a silly smile out of you.

But when Touya says “I have to go soon.”, your smile falls instantly. It's too soon, you still haven't spent enough time with him. What if you don't see him again? “I can try and come back tomorrow.” he says, as if he could see the storm forming in your head.

Touya pulls you in for another kiss and you relax. “Touya.” you whisper between kisses. “Don't go.” you plead.

“I have to.” he replies. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

You nod, understanding that you won't get more than that. Touya gets up and grabs your hand to pull you with him. You guide him to your room, heart beating fast at the possibility of something happening but you have a feeling that he won't do anything with you. At least for now.

Touya lays on the bed first, sighing content at the feeling of the soft mattress. You lay next to him, a bit awkward, not knowing if you should get closer. Your questions are answered when Touya pulls you to his chest, making you wrap your arm around his torso. He is warm as the day you met him; you suspect it is due to his quirk. The man doesn't talk and you don't either. The silence is comfortable and, as the minutes pass by, you feel your eyes getting heavier.

You don't know when you fall asleep or how long Touya stays; when you wake up, he is already gone.

Dabi left around six in the morning. It was still dark outside and his jacket did little to stop the cold. The path to the league's place was foggy and Dabi hates it. He walks being extra cautious, a bit scared that someone will use the weather to attack him. He keeps looking over his shoulder, squinting his eyes at the shadow in the distance and trying to understand if it's merely an object or someone. He walks faster, the flames of his quirk bubbling just below his skin as he gets ready for a possible attack. The attack doesn't come but he keeps his guard up the rest of the path.

His mind goes back to the night he spent with you. He curses himself for even getting that close to you - what was he thinking? Dabi only has one goal in mind and having a silly relationship isn't part of it. As much as he hates to admit it, the villain doesn't want you ending up dead because of him. You were innocent, didn't even know about him or what he did. You deserve to continue living a normal life.

When he walks through the bar’s door, Kurogiri is standing there speaking to Shigaraki. They ask about his whereabouts but Dabi simply ignores them and makes his way to his room. He falls on his bed and the first thought on his mind is that his mattress is definitely not as comfortable as yours. He groans and buries his face on the pillow, mind filled with thoughts of you. Dabi thinks of the kisses shared between the two of you, the way you held onto him and chased his lips for more. It is driving him insane. Even if he tries to stop those thoughts, Dabi wonders what it would feel to fuck you. He has an idea - he would make you moan loudly for him, make you say his name (his real name) over and over again; he would mark your body with bites and hickeys (if he's lucky, his handprints will stay on your body). Dabi ponders if you ever had sex or if he would be the first. Asks himself if you could take him down your throat. The villain wants nothing more than to see you on your knees in front of him.

Dabi feels ashamed when he raises his hips a little and shoves his hand down his pants, grabbing his already hard dick. He moans against the pillow, imagining your hand instead of his and he almost begs you for forgiveness as his mind starts undressing you. He comes quick,

too quick, and he feels like he is burning with embarrassment. The man gets up, takes a shower and gets back in bed.

Dabi dreams of you and the next time you will meet.

Despite the loud alarms in his head, Dabi can't stop himself from visiting you.

For the next four months, he has been sneaking off to see you. Sometimes he shows up at your house, sometimes he ambushes you on the street but he always meets you away from the public eye. You think it's because Touya is a hero and the villain never denies it. He doesn't deny it because he gets to fuck you every time you see each other.

It wasn't straight away though. You would have small makeout sessions with Touya that eventually led to you slowly falling to your knees while he was sitting on your bed. All of his dreams came true the moment you pulled his dick out of his pants and sucked the soul out of him. He got to see your naked body a few encounters after and he used that mental image of you to get himself off whenever he can’t see you.

Dabi is just glad you don't ask too many questions. Not when he disappears for days and not when he goes to your house bruised up. You open the door, give him a kiss and then guide him to the bathroom either to shower or take care of his wounds. It's comforting, the kind of love Dabi always imagines when he is close to dying. He desires to have you by his side when his end is near. He wants your soft hand holding his when his eyes start closing and his heart eventually stops beating.

“You have to be more careful.” You would whisper in the safety of your bedroom. Dabi doesn't know when was the last time he had someone care this deeply for him. He wishes he had met you in another life. One where he wasn't this fucked up and could actually give you the relationship you deserve. But Dabi is selfish. He is selfish because even though he knows he is the worst version of himself and that you deserve better, he refuses to let you go.

And the league asks questions but he doesn't bother answering. They want to know where he sneaks off to at the end of a mission and why he looks so… light. The villain now walks around like he doesn't carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. His eyes show how eager he is for the meeting to be over so he can run off to wherever. Dabi felt happy. He knows he can't afford happiness right now; knows he is the last person that deserves something as pure as the happiness you fill him with. But, for the first time in a long time, the man feels like Touya Todoroki might still be alive.

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blackdchliia · 1 year

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♡Family Line: Toya Todoroki♡

♡Warnings: Angst, talk of abuse, spoilers for Toya’s backstory, angst to comfort, enji todoroki♡

♡Summary: He’s finally opening up. About every single thing he had ever been through. Dabi is finally revealing himself to you.♡

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“Where do we begin?” His voice echoed in the small bedroom of my apartment, arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his scarred-up form. “How about the beginning, Dabi?” Teal eyes bore into my own e/c eyes. A dark eyebrow raised in question as he spoke, “You don’t want to hear everything. Trust me.” I frowned in response. “I do.” A long sigh left his burnt lips; cold staples grazing against my bare skin as he moved to sit up, back leaning against the headboard of my bed.

“My old man--he was a man of few words. He never really talked to us a lot; especially after my youngest brother was born.” Dabi’s eyes stared ahead, almost as if he were envisioning the scene right in front of him. “When he did speak to me, I was really young. We used to go on walks together around our home,” he paused, inhaling deeply to calm himself. “He used to train me. I wanted to be a hero--to surpass All-might. Ain’t that crazy?” He looked down at me, a pitiful grin growing on his lips as he spoke.

“I loved dad. I looked up to him--I wanted to be him.”

“You don’t have to continue, Dab-” My words were cut off as Dabi shushed me. “I want to--I need to,” and with that I shut my mouth, staring up at my lover with a pitiful look on my face.

“Thing is, after my little brother was born, Dad could get angry. He’d get angry at that little boy--hitting him and my mother.” A look of pure hatred appeared in Dabi's eyes. “Mom was always crying, taking the punches for my brother, begging my dad to acknowledge his other children--his failures.” Blood fell from Dabi’s face.

“Thing is--I still loved dad, even when I was deemed a failure because of my quirk,” once more, Dabi took another deep breath, shakily reaching a hand up and rubbing at the blood that fell from his left eye. “I wanted to so badly prove myself--I spent nights crying to my other little brother, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for dad.” It’s so heartbreaking; knowing that a child had gone through something so traumatic, especially at the hands of their parents.

“I have my dad’s eyes, ya know?” my eyes shot up, gazing into Dabi’s gorgeous gaze. “I look so much like that fucker that I hate looking in a mirror.” More blood was coming down. “Dad sent mom off to a mental ward, and long story short, I got into this accident...” He trailed off, trying to think of a simpler way to explain his situation. “I faked my death--er, my father believed that I was dead.” He groaned, hands pulling away from me and knotting up into his hair. “Fuck--I can’t explain this, Y/n.”

I sat up beside Dabi, arms wrapping around him and pulling his much larger form into mine. “Just breath, in and out, in and out,” we repeated the breathing process together for a few more minutes before Dabi pulled away.

“I just don’t get how someone could hurt a little kid, Y/n. I keep trying to run--to hide from everything, but I can’t run or hide from my family line.” Weak sobs left his lips. “He’s always in the spotlight! No one knows about the shit he put my family through!” He cried out, blood continued to pour from his eyes.

My breath was caught in my throat; my brows knitted together in worry. “Dabi who are you?” My words came out in a hushed whisper, for fear that he would back away—refusing to tell me anymore as to who he was.

Bloodied, teal eyes bore into my e/c eyes. No emotion was on his face; eyes that belonged to his father bore into my soul—searching for something. Slowly, he looked away, mouth straightening in a line. He was in a deep thought, staring at the bedroom wall. “Call me Toya,” his voice sounded throughout the room—hoarse, strained.

Toya..?

“Toya Todoroki.” Everything clicked. Every hint, every look of anger when the flame hero appeared on my TV screen, every single word Dabi had ever spoke to me. “Dad and I—we may share a face, and a last name but we are NOT the same,” he took a breath, pausing as he tried to calm himself down. “I will never be like that monster.” My heart broke for the pain my lover had been through. Carefully, my arms wrapped around his shaking form, bringing him close to me.

“I love you, Toya.”

His head snapped up, staring at me with furrowed brows. He looked like a hurt child—just staring up at me with nothing but pain in his gaze. “If your father loved you—he would never do that to you..Someone who loves you, they would never harm you,” I whispered. His eyebrows fell into a neutral expression—eyes unfocusing as he looked away from me, now staring at the wall in front of us.

“Do you think i can run?”

“Run from what, Toya?”

“Everything—everyone, my family line-“

I bit my lip, looking away as i tried to think my answer out clearly. “No..I don’t think you can,” his head once again shot up, now staring at me with a look of pure confusion. “What do you mean?”

I began to grow nervous, knowing that if i said the wrong this here—Dabi would have a fit. “You can run, but you can’t ever hide from these things, Toya. Remember that, okay?” We both remained silent, staring into each others eyes in a game of predator and prey. Waiting for the other to speak up.

“I love you,” his words brought happiness to my heart; I pulled his shaking form closer to mine, pressing a kiss to his head. “I love you as well.”

He may share a face, he may share a last name—but he will never be Enji Todoroki. Toya Todoroki and Enji Todoroki—they are not the same.

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ Cupid's Chokehold.

˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

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the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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aizawasbrattyprincess · 2 years

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w h e n i t r a i n s

gn!reader x aizawa shouta (mha)

tw: very much angst + mentions of death + depression + suicidal tendencies + alcoholism + unrequited love

word count: 1.0k

a/n: To the lovely anon who enjoyed this story, I hope you’d like this too. And for you guys who haven’t read part one, read it here: Stay

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The rain hadn’t stopped since that fateful day, just like the storm in his heart that kept tearing him apart. It felt like he was drowning in the void, and he couldn’t break the surface no matter what he did. He had lost all the fight in him. The guilt was eating him alive, and the harsh whispers in his ears constantly reminded him of who he was: a failure.

His apartment was no better, reflecting the state of his mind — empty beer bottles and cigarette packs were among the piles of trash, mingled with unwashed laundry and unopened letters from the school. His handphone was thrown somewhere in the room, left on ‘do not disturb’ mode. The old television in his living room served only as background noise while he sank deep into his tenth bottle that afternoon. He watched his screen abruptly change from a soap opera to breaking news. Although uninterested, he sat up just a little on his worn-out couch and listened to the newscaster.

“This just in. The villain known as ‘The Blood Killer’ was captured by pro-hero Hawks and his squad minutes ago in the city of Musutafu. The Blood Killer has claimed multiple innocent lives over three terrifying months, including the lover of former pro-hero Eraserhead-”

Click. He stood up and threw the remote at the television screen, leaving a wide crack. He should be happy that justice was served and that you were finally avenged, but he felt nothing, just the emptiness shrouding him. He didn’t deserve you. He never did. Nor did he deserve forgiveness.

Everything changed, and Aizawa Shouta was not the same admirable role model that his students, friends and the public used to look up to. Even his best friend, Present Mic, was at a loss himself. Mic tried to comfort and persuade him, but there was only so much he could do when Aizawa kept pushing him away. Aizawa then started missing school and eventually quit being a hero, disappearing from the world altogether. He blamed himself every day. He wanted everything to end, but like the coward he was, he couldn’t find the courage to pull the trigger. Instead, Aizawa turned to the bottle, slowly killing himself until death welcomed him with open arms.

Now that his beer supply was near zero, Aizawa left his apartment for the first time in a while to get more. Stumbling his way into the back alleys, he almost reached the corner shops when he bumped into someone. He tried to go around the man when he was pushed to the ground and landed in a puddle.

“I finally found you.”

Aizawa shielded his eyes from the rain before looking up to see the winged hero glaring at him. “What do you want?”

“Is that really the way you should be talking to me?” Hawks snarled. His hand was balled into a fist, and he was trying his best not to let anger overcome him. “I can’t believe how pathetic you are right now. If they saw you like this-”

“Shut up. Don’t you start-”

“What? I can’t talk about them?” Hawks challenged. “Who was the one who deliberately ignored them when they pleaded for help? It wasn’t me.”

Aizawa gritted his teeth and clumsily stood up, attempting to leave. But the younger man had grabbed his collar and held him against the wall, forcing him to listen.

“You’re not the only one who’s suffering, you selfish bastard! I loved them too! I loved them so fucking much that it hurt to see them upset and neglected because of you. I should’ve never let them date you...”

Only then did Aizawa realise Hawks had been crying. His trembling hands let go of Aizawa’s collar, and he backed away, failing to wipe off the tears on his face. He reached into the pocket on the side of his jacket and shoved a small item into Aizawa’s hands.

“They loved you until their very last breath. If you want to do right by them, then become the man they always wanted you to be.”

With Hawks gone, Aizawa stared at the shiny silver pendant, now covered in dried blood, that he recalled giving to you on your first anniversary with him. He opened it slowly, and his heart broke at the bright smile on your face, with your arm looped around his. You cherished that photo so much, considering how Aizawa didn’t like to have his photograph taken. How did Aizawa not realise how perfect you were until you were gone? Hearing Hawks’ words replaying in his head, Aizawa hastily ran off and headed straight to U.A. High, ignoring the barrels of questions from his students and fellow teachers in the hallways.

“I want to come back,” he panted, opening the door to the office.

Principal Nezu looked up from his stack of paperwork and smiled, immediately accepting his request. Aizawa was still 2A’s homeroom teacher; he was never fired, to begin with.

Over the next few weeks, Aizawa slowly picked himself up with the help of Mic, who hugged him as soon as he saw him. Aizawa had apologised profusely to Mic, his students, and Hawks, who nodded and told him to ‘quit being an asshole’. And then, there was you. On a sunny afternoon when the rain had stopped, Aizawa came to visit your grave for the first time, with the pendant around his neck and a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand. Mic had offered to join him, but Aizawa assured him he would be fine. He appreciated the support, but it was something he had to do on his own. Aizawa remorsefully sighed as he touched your headstone.

“I took too long to come here, huh? I understand if you don’t want to accept my apology, but I want to tell you that I am truly sorry for everything. I hurt you so much, and yet, you chose to stay. I should’ve been with you. I’m so sorry.”

Aizawa was on the verge of tears but took a deep breath. Maintaining his composure, he sat on his knees and gently laid the flowers down. He brought his hands to prayer, offering one to you.

“I hope you will be happy now in heaven,” he whispered, finally coming to terms and being able to put a smile on his face. “Thank you for loving me and for being my all. May you rest in peace, my love.”

゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Hello dear, here's my request for All Might smut, thanks for accepting it.

I love angst, so it could be something related to a situation where the SO (female pls) and our number 1 hero had a fight, the reason could be anything, is up to you. Then, in the middle of it, they hurt eachother feelings by saying mean things, the reconciliation comes after days of both avoiding any kind of contact, starting w angry, rough sex and then half way fluffy/cuddling sex. Oh, and please can I get a lot of kissing and... 'down there kissing' too?

Thanks Teach!

Hi babe! You got it 🤩 I'm sorry it took me too long to do it, but I really enjoyed it and I'm sure you'll do too! I love you sweetheart ❤️

Title : It's not over

Characters : All might/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ angst/ fluff

Note : This story occurs when All might was still the number one hero and before passing OFA to baby Izuku.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

Aaaah it's time..

You stated excitedly as you plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.

Your boyfriend, Toshinori Yagi, also known as All might, is having an interview to talk about his latest entanglement with the villains.

You two have been together for almost two years, the happiest of your life.

That being said, a relationship with the number one hero comes with its challenges, it's a rollercoaster ride if you were to be frank.

You two are in love -deeply so- that part is true, but never have you been out on a date like any other couple, never have you exchanged loving words when your friends and coworkers at school are around, and never have you told anyone that you two were dating.

It hurt sometimes, not being able to claim him like you wish you would, especially when you see other girls and women throwing themselves at him like ants on sugar.

But it's worth it, at the end of the day he is yours and you are his.

No matter how many women wish to have him, you're the only one who actually does, and that's enough for you.

_ "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome our symbol of peace, number one hero All might!" The TV presenter cheered as she welcomed your man.

_ "Thank you very much miss, I am happy to be here." You smiled instinctively seeing your boyfriend's beaming features.

_ "So tell us All might, how was it like to be in that mission against the league all by yourself? We only saw titbits of the fight as it wasn't easy to get close to the location, but the small footage we were able to obtain showed us just how powerful our number one is." The lady swooned over him and she wasn't even trying to hide it. In fact it was obvious that she wanted him to know.

This was not a new occurrence, and it was something you learned to live with, but it still pissed you off a little.

_ "Yes! I want you as well as everyone else to know that as long as I'm here, you can carry on with your lives as usual and leave the rest in the capable hands of the heroes!" His words always brought peace among the public.

_ "Oh Mr All might you really know how to calm a lady's heart don't you?" She giggled brushing her fingers along his arm and you just tensed up seeing that.

Sure, women as well as men are usually lining up to get a glimpse of him, a word, an autograph or a picture, but never has anyone crossed the line before.

You tapped your foot in an attempt to contain your frustration, but what you couldn't understand was why did he look unbothered.

You didn't expect him to push her away or anything like that. Even you knew that's unreasonable, but he could at least show some annoyance right?

_ "So tell us, because everyone here is interested to know, are you still single?" Her eyes gleamed hopefully and you were overwhelmed with a weird mixture of anger and despair. It's because you already knew the answer he was about to provide.

_ "I'm single of course! I dedicated my heart and my body to the good of the people years ago!" You rolled your eyes as you mouthed the words with him.

_ "Oh my! You're melting this lady's heart." She responded pointing at herself, as if it wasn't obvious. "But tell us something Mr All might, if you were to be in a relationship, what kind of person would you be interested in?" She batted her fake eyelashes as she spoke.

You didn't understand all the personal questions she was throwing his way, wasn't this interview supposed to be about his recent mission?

_ "Ah, well I guess I would say someone like yourself!"

What? Was he serious? Couldn't he just avoid the question like he usually does?

_ "Mr All might I'm so flattered! You are..

You couldn't watch anymore of that bullshit and switched off the TV as the woman was still talking.

It bothered you more than you thought it would. You love him so much, but things like that take a toll on you. And it didn't help that your boyfriend possesses an affectionate and approachable personality.

You paced the room impatiently waiting for his return, and time couldn't have possibly passed any slower.

It was well into the night when he finally returned home. And the first thing he did was greet you with his blinding smile, but you were in no mood to return it and he knew immediately that something was wrong.

_ "Y/n sweetheart is everything okay?"

_ "I don't know, shouldn't I be the one asking that?! Maybe I was wrong! I thought this could work if I was a little patient but you disregarded me entirely!"

He was shocked to see your outburst, and for a second couldn't find the right words. And apparently he kept quiet for longer than he should have, because your screaming resumed.

_ "And what about that tramp who interviewed you? Is that really your type? Flirty forward women?"

_ "Y/n stop yelling please! You know exactly that none of that meant anything. You of all people should know that." He rarely ever scowled, but this time he did, and it made everything seem worse.

_ "Yeah, I'm the one who should know, I'm the one who should understand, I'm the one who should be patient. And what do you have to do?!" You stopped for a moment before continuing in a calmer voice that did not reflect your next words:

_ "I can't do this anymore."

He widened his eyes and shook his head in disapproval:

_ "No, y/n please don't do this. Let's talk about it."

_ "I'm done talking." You responded curtly and immediately left his appartement before he could notice the tears in your eyes.

He couldn't believe what happened, he could've easily stopped you from leaving if he so wished, but would that be right? You clearly didn't want to be there.

For the first time in his life, he felt helpless. Watching the person he cares about the most in pain because of him was torture.

Days have passed, and neither of you tried to contact the other. You were stubborn and mad, but he was honestly scared.

He wanted to give you some time to cool down before trying anything. He feared that if he pushed you when you're still furious, he'd lose you for good. He wasn't about to risk it.

Even at school, you avoided him, apart from the polite head bow and the quiet "good morning's", you exchanged no words.

You kept an eye on him through his TV appearances. It wasn't enough, obviously, but there was nothing you could do about it. You were still not ready to talk after all.

You've noticed that his smile wasn't genuine anymore, it felt forced and fake and you hated it as well as yourself. But what could you do?

Days turned into weeks, but nothing had changed.

Was that it for you? Were you supposed to finally move on?

_ "Damnit I hate this.." You muttered under your breath as you downed your fifth drink that evening.

You were at the annual heroes gala, and you were practically forced to attend. The country's top heroes all there in one hall, so obviously Toshinori was too.

You sat at the bar drowning in your own misery as you watched from the corner of your eye how every woman at the party surrounded him.

You hated every part of it. You couldn't say or do a thing except watching.

_ "Hey y/n! Why are you sitting here all by yourself? Come join us!" Yamada urged you as he grabbed your arm to help you up, but apparently you were a bit too drunk than you thought. You stumbled over your own feet and fell straight into his chest, bringing both of you to the ground.

The loud thud was enough to turn every head your direction, including the man you had been eyeing the whole evening.

Toshinori's eyes widened as he saw the compromising position you landed on. Legs on each side of your friend's, hands fisting his shirt to keep you balanced, and nose brushing against his.

You two stared at each other for a moment and you instinctively turned your head to where the number one hero was standing, only to find him gritting his teeth and glaring at the both of you.

Wait.. an opportunity just presented itself and you quickly took advantage of it. You wanted him to feel the way you always have, maybe then he'll understand the pain he's been causing you.

You turned around to look at Yamada who started laughing uncontrollably, and joined his fit -still sitting on his lap- before asking between giggles: "Are you okay? I donno what came over me, look at us! If someone manages to take a picture we're screwed."

_ "I don't mind being enveloped in a scandal with you." He answered playfully placing one arm around your waist.

Truthfully, you and Yamada have been close friends ever since you joined UA, and this kind of joke is something you both exchanged frequently without having any meaning behind it. You didn't like each other that way which makes the joking part comfortable.

Toshinori on the other hand didn't look pleased at all, and his reaction was the last thing you expected to see.

He walked right up to you and grabbed your arm, lifting you with ease and pulling you out of the hall.

It was quiet as he did so, everyone was in shock witnessing the scene, and you could've heard a pin drop.

He kept his tight hold on your wrist as he dragged you to his car. Neither of you said a word the whole ride home.. his home, and only when he finally stopped the car did you turn around to speak:

_ "What was that? Aren't you worried what everyone might think after what you just pulled? Surely you don't want anyone to start talking." You stressed the last part mockingly and his fists clenched around the wheel.

_ "Don't test me y/n, I'm not in the mood for your games." His voice dropped lower as he tried his hardest to remain calm.

_ "Take me home, I don't want to be here." Your frustration grew by the second, but so did his.

_ "You're not going anywhere until we talk this over. Get out." It was a first, he has never spoken to you this way before. And you didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system or your longing for him, but a warm feeling started forming between your thighs.

You followed him inside, it was the first time you stepped foot into his appartement since that day.

_ "What do you want to talk about anyway?" You asked crossing your arms, not even taking a seat, you just wanted to get it over with and leave.

_ "Your irresponsible behavior tonight! What was that all about?"

_ "You are the last person to talk to me about proper behavior." You stomped your way to him pointing an accusing finger as you spoke. "I'm supposed to keep quiet and watch as you enjoy those women's advances? Don't make me laugh!"

_ "No that's not what I'm saying. Don't you trust me at all?" His expressions softened as desperation laced his voice. But you weren't about to lose to him.

_ "This has nothing to do with trust! This is about you disregarding my feelings."

_ "You think I don't know that after what happened tonight everyone will start asking questions? Would I have done it if I didn't care about you?"

_ "Oh I'm sorry, that must've ruined it for you, but it's fine you can come up with something like you always do."

Tears started forming in your eyes and you struggled to fight them back. "I'm leaving." But you barely managed to take a few steps before two strong arms hugged you from behind pinning you in place.

_ "No, I'm not letting you leave, I should've stopped you the first time but I'm not making the same mistake again." All thoughts had left your mind and you couldn't say anything after that.

He picked you up and marched to his bedroom.

Your body bounced on top of his mattress and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours.

It was fast and sloppy and urgent, like he was afraid you'd leave him again.

Little did he know that despite being outraged, you were not about to go anywhere.

You fisted his hair and bit the fat tongue tracing the insides of your mouth, smirking when a deep groan left his throat.

So this is how you want to play it?

He pulled away eyes flaring up with lust and exasperation, before grabbing the neck of your shirt and tearing it apart to leave you only in your bra.

_ "Fuck I missed this." He hissed under his breath and proceeded to do the same with the rest of your clothes.

It all happened in a split second, that when you sat up to quarrel with him about ruining your clothes, a sharp cry left your mouth instead when his head dove in between your legs immediately devouring your already seeping cunt.

You threw your head back, one hand grabbing the sheets while the other pressed his head down further against your pussy.

His tongue fucked its way into your core, licking your gummy walls and kissing your cervix as it went. And all you could do was mewl and writhe underneath him as the intense pleasure engulfed your senses.

From the corner of your eye, you saw one of his hands travel from your thigh to his pants, desperately working on releasing his confined cock. You moaned and twitched into his mouth at the sight of his already fully erected dick thrusting into his half clenched fist.

You wanted more, and you went for it. You planted your feet on the mattress and tightened your fist around his locks before thrusting up into his mouth. You kept fucking his face and he kept fisting his cock until you both neared your release.

Suddenly, Toshinori's hand moved back to your jerking hips, big palms clenching your sides and planting you flush against the bedsheets before resuming his assault on your drooling, winking pussy.

He sucked your clit and grazed his teeth over your lower lips and all you could do was gasp for air.

One of his hands then moved around to your butt cheek giving you a smack and leaving a raging red palm print behind. And that was it for you, you squeezed your thighs around his head, finally climaxing in his mouth.

You slurred his name along with a few profanities as you rode out your orgasm and fell limp underneath him.

But he had other plans for you.

You watched through heavy eyes as he sat up licking his lips and taking off his own clothes.

_ "It's not over yet gorgeous, get ready for me."

_ "But, I.. aaaah!" Your sentence was cut short as a loud scream left your throat when he plunged his dick inside of your overstimulated cunt without any warning.

He immediately started moving at a merciless speed and your eyes were popping out of your head as you dug your nails in his arms and took him all in.

The loud wet shameless sounds your bodies were making added to your arousals, and you soon started moaning and whimpering against his ear when that familiar feeling started forming within you for the second time that night.

_ "Toshi.. I can't.. I'm about to cum!"

_ "I love you y/n.. I fucking love you.. I'm never letting you go." He chanted between each thrust and you tightened around him as his words almost drove you over the edge.

_ "I love you too! I love you damn it!" You cried out tears running down your face, and he suddenly stopped completely.

You felt his fingers stroking your cheeks and you opened your eyes to find a worried look on his face.

_ "I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm a selfish jerk but I promise I'll treat you better from now on. Those couple of weeks we've spent apart were hell, so please don't leave me."

You couldn't find the right words, so instead you captured his lips in a gentle kiss, one that contradicted the previous events of the evening, one that took you both back to when things were still alright.

His hands moved to caress your sides, and you arched your back and tugged on his hair, urging him to start moving again.

His thrusts were shallow at first, barely doing anything for that itch in your core. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving wet kisses on their path.

_ "Toshi.. faster, please honey." The nickname did it, he nuzzled deeper into your neck sucking and nibbling while his hips picked up the pace.

You threw your head back and bit your lower lip allowing him to take you to your blissful ending.

It didn't take much longer until you tightened around him moaning his name. He kept fucking you, chasing his own release that came moments after yours. He pulled out and released all over your tummy before falling on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you hugged him closer.

_ "So what now? You know we're going to face countless questions about tonight." You stated cautiously, unsure of his upcoming response.

_ "We'll answer them all truthfully, I will not hide our relationship anymore."

_ "Really? You would do that?!" It was unbelievable, and you were eager for further reassuring.

_ "Of course love.. you know what hurts the most? It's that despite being the nember one hero who's job is to protect others, I failed miserably to protect the person I care about the most.. I'm so sorry." He was finally able to lift his head up and look you straight in the eyes.

You smiled brightly and cupped his cheeks, pecking his nose before whispering: "It's not too late Toshi, we can always start over."

You two could finally relax into each other's arms, knowing that whatever happens, you'll be able to face it as long as you're together.

@shxt-txt

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grapementos · 10 months

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the bad

hawks x gn reader

loving, living, soaring through life with hawks was breathtaking. it was an experience only possible by meeting the right person at the right time.

the two of you clicked immediately, a magnetic attraction forcing you together. north met south and the rest was history.

every day was a new adventure. despite being a hero, he always made time to share a sunset or rise, to pick you flowers he’d spotted from above, to do every little thing that showed just how much he loved you.

and you loved him. you loved him so much it was scary, startling, an occurrence so frail and freeing that it had you waiting for the bad to balance it out, as bad always does.

yet, the bad strung you along, drawing you unknowingly to the edge of a cliff side. you were blindfolded, not sure when your next step would fail to meet the solid earth.

the bad—the dreaded bad—hid itself within the happiness and perfections of your relationship. within those perfections we’re cracks, flaws at the fact that the two of you were so dependent on each other for happiness.

you woke up everyday only to wait for hawks to come home—he was your reason for putting one foot in front of the other. being together had made you lose your sense of purpose.

the bad crept into your brain, creeping into every fold and reminding yourself just how lackluster you were without the blinding light of the great hawks.

this insecurity, the doubt, had manifested itself into jealously. the tiniest bit of jealousy that licked at your stomach with every headline, every story about how work had gone that day.

it took less than five jealous episodes for you to recognize the feeling. initially, you’d been in denial. hawks was an amazing hero that saved people, why should you be jealous?

you found too many answers to that, and it scared you.

the realization that your relationship was unhealthy hit you like a blow to the stomach. you knew being with hawks was so many things: magical, wonderful, amazing—but never unhealthy.

just associating that word with your relationship helped you realize that you and hawks needed to talk.

“what’s up, babe?” hawks draped an arm over your shoulder as he stepped into your apartment, smooching your cheek.

you tried to smile, tried to dislike the kiss, but all you felt was rolling waves of nausea.

“we, um,” you looked to the side, “we need to talk.”

he eyed you, scanning your face for any sign of humor, “y/n?”

“keigo, please.” you sucked in a breath, ducking out from under his arm to find a place on the couch, “come sit down.”

he was nervous now. the two of you never, ever joked about things like this. nervous energy radiated off his body as he took a seat beside you, “what’s wrong?”

“i’ve, um..” you already felt your eyes watering. how pathetic, you couldn’t even make it through a single sentence.

the floodgates were opening at the mere idea of the two of you no longer being together. your love was beautiful, but the relationship left no room for growth, so you pushed through your tears.

“i’ve been thinking. i—we,” you cleared your throat, taking his hands in yours, “we need a break.”

his entire face dropped the moment you finished your sentence, “what?”

“we need a break, keigo. this relationship has us too—too dependent on each other. we’re suffocating each other. there’s no room for growth.”

his hands flew to your face as his eyes grew glassy, “y/n, please. please, don’t do this. we can work this out together.” he begged, thumbing away your tears.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” you whispered, “but it’s true. we can’t even stand being apart for too long and it’s unhealthy, kei. it’ll make us hate each other in the long run.”

“okay, okay, then i’ll change, you’ll change. there’s no reason for a break,” he reasoned, eyes more desperate than you’d ever seen, “please, please, look at me, y/n. please.”

you looked down, unable to muster the courage to look him in the eyes. you’d fold. you’d fold with his beautiful honeyed eyes, especially the twinkle in them when they were accompanied by tears. you wouldn’t be able to resist him.

“i’m sorry, keigo.”

conflicted and desperate, he pulled you into a harsh kiss, one so full of grief and teeth and pain. you couldn’t indulge, not even for a second, so you pulled back, pushing his hands away from your face.

“i’ll always love you. that’s why i’m doing this, okay? i promise, i’ll always love you.” you choked out, “we can be friends, okay? we just—we just need time.”

he shook his head, grabbing desperately for your hands, “please. please, i’m sorry, i’m sorry okay? whatever i did, i’m sorry.”

your heart shattered at his apologies. you rested a gentle hand on his leg, “you didn’t do anything wrong. we just.. stagnated, okay? we forgot about independence. we’ll be okay after a while.”

he dropped his head onto your shoulder and sobbed, no words left to convey the realization that you weren’t going to change your mind.

and so you held him, held him through the tears and anguish. still, once the storm had passed, you were true to your word. you kissed his forehead, a silent promise that you would be together again one day.

“goodbye for now, keigo.”

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chillypowder · 7 months

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Rescued Hearts: A Second Chance at Love

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Reader's Point of View

The luxurious penthouse that once felt like home now lay cloaked in silence, shadows dancing on the walls. The room was adorned with memories of a love that had been eclipsed by the demands of Bakugou Akatsuki's heroic career. I sat alone on the couch, a porcelain vase of wilting lilies the only companionship I had for the evening.

Six years of marriage had honed my senses to anticipate the inevitable disappointment. Bakugou was once a fiery presence in our lives, but now, his absence had become the defining characteristic of our relationship. Pro hero duties had swallowed him whole, leaving little room for the love that had once thrived between us.

Tonight was no different. He had promised to be home early, to spend time with me, but as the hours slipped by, my heart grew heavier with each passing minute. I knew he was out there, fighting battles, saving lives, but the emptiness in our penthouse mirrored the void in my heart.

Unbeknownst to Bakugou, I had been carrying a heavy secret. A secret that had turned my world gray. Leukemia. Surgery. A week left to live. The doctors' words had shattered my world, and I had chosen to bear this burden alone, sparing Bakugou the weight of my impending departure.

But tonight, I had resolved to do something unthinkable. To make Bakugou resent me, hate me even. I contemplated divorce. It seemed like the only way to jolt him out of his career-driven tunnel vision, to make him see me again. To make him regret the time he'd wasted. Gathering my courage, I waited for him, rehearsing the words I would use to shatter our already fractured bond.

And then, just as I was about to speak those words, pain gripped my chest like a vice. The world spun, and I fell unconscious.

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Here's the link to the finished version

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call-memissbrightside · 2 years

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tw: drug use, drug addiction

Shoto Todoroki felt that his life was falling apart.

He was in his early twenties, he had money and he was angry. Childhood trauma followed him everywhere, whispers of how he’d bought his place in Japan’s top hero agency because of who his daddy was haunting him. It didn't help that the truth of what happened to his older brother was exposed to the world, and he hated how everyone felt pity for him and his family yet still respected his father.

He just wanted to forget, and ignore all the pressure he felt to not be a fuck up and somehow be a hero in a society that turned their backs on victims if it meant that their top hero continued to keep them safe.

It started with simple marijuana, a blunt or bong brushed up against his lips and he just inhaled the good and exhaled all the bad as Denki liked to explain it.

Growing up, Shoto was taught that drugs were bad. His older siblings told him many times that drugs would screw up his life and to never do them. He promised, because he did see them as this big, ugly thing that could kill someone. Yet, the Molly in his hand was tiny in comparison to what he always imagined a killer to look like and peeking around at his peers, he began questioning just how bad one little pill could be. Growing up, he also was taught that daddies shouldn’t hit mommies or their kids, but looks like that was a fucking lie. What else is everyone lying about?

Shoto Todoroki on drugs was fun.

He was more daring, charming even. The normal social awkwardness he felt vanished, and liked playing with fire. You met him like that, teasing you with a dazzling smile across the club all night until he finally approached you. Pulling your hips against his crotch, and whispering in your ear, “You’re going home with me.” And you do. And you fuck, and as you lay in his bed trying to catch your breath after coming for the third time that night, you watch as he does a line of coke.

"You want some?" He offers, but you decline because that wasn't something you were into. There's a bit of worry growing in your mind at how causal he was about his drug use, yet when his blown pupils traced over your naked body and that same teasing smirk adorned his face again, you forgot all about your worries as Shoto fucked you again and again. You wake up to Shoto’s assistant banging on his front door because he’s two hours late for work but Shoto doesn’t fucking care.

“Let ‘em talk,” He grumbles, pulling your tired body back into his bed and falling back asleep.

You didn't think you'd see him again. In all honesty, you were okay with it just being a one night stand, and wondered if he even remembered you as a week passed and he didn't call or text you. Yet, you're surprised when you spot him in your favorite coffee shop.

"I remember you liked this place," He explained when he saw you and you're surprised he listened to you because you were sure between having sex with you, he was distracted with taking another hit.

You're not sure if Shoto is your boyfriend. He never officially asks you out, but takes you get dinner or accompanies you to the beach and follows you home for a quick fuck from time to time. Shoto will somehow always end up on your front door, the habit growing as the months of knowing him blur together.

"I just need to rest my eyes," He mumbles before passing out on your couch. You let him sleep, going on about your chores or doing some work at your desk. He'll wake up after a couple of hours, dragging his feet wherever you are and ask for cuddles. Shoto is talkative when he's feeling the drugs fade from his system. You listen intently, feeling almost special at how you got to see the real him in glimpses.

You look away when he sits up and crushes an adderall and snorts it on your desk. Your heart pounds as he lets out a guttural groan of relief, but you don't say anything because when he's done he returns to your embrace with a goofy smile and a faraway look in his eyes.

His sister Fuyumi is worried sick.

“What are you doing Shoto?” She asks when he finally agrees and actually shows up for lunch at the family’s main house.

Shoto becomes aggravated easier, his jaw clenching a telling sign that he needs another hit for something otherwise he might just blow the fuck up.

“I’m fine.” He claims, but his sister sees how bloodshot his eyes are, and a worried phone call from the bank clued her in just how much he’s spending on his habit.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Her heart is breaking, seeing her baby brother so distraught and so drugged up.

“Fucking hell! You don’t know what I’ve been through, with that asshole!” Fuyumi knows about Shoto's trauma, she's lived through it too but didn't use drugs to cope.

Fuyumi let herself outwardly cry, but she was angry. “No Shoto this isn’t about dad anymore, this is just you being selfish!”

He stops coming home after that, blocking Fuyumi's phone number.

Shoto's performance as a pro hero is hurt by his drug use. He gets sloppy, and rarely goes to his shifts anymore. Everyone at his agency is worried and a bit annoyed at Shoto's apparent lack of responsibility. Enji Todoroki is sent in for damage control.

"Look son-," Shoto scoffs but Enji continues on. "What has gotten into you? You were called in for a big rescue mission but your assistant tells me you didn't even pick up the phone. You haven't been doing your patrols. What's wrong?"

It's years too late, but Enji tries to be there for his youngest son. Yet, the anger in Shoto's dual colored eyes tells him it's not going to work.

"Fuck off old man," Shoto bites back.

"Shoto, please," Enji tries to hug his son, stepping closer. The action makes Shoto flinch away, his body remembering what it was like when his father got too close.

Enji's throat closes up, and his eyes begin to tear up.

"I'm so sorry my boy," He said but it's too late for apologies. The damage has been done and Shoto Todoroki was drowning in it.

You don't see him for a few weeks after that.

He texts you semi regularly, mostly all a bunch of scrambled garbage but you're able to piece together that he's out of the country on a binger. Paparazzi snap photos of him in multiple clubs, eyes blown and the tip of his nose red with headlines reading "Todoroki Prodigy Gone Astray."

Shoto only comes back because his father cut him off from the family funds, and once the money dries up, there he was again on your front porch.

"Shoto, you can't come in." You're worried, because his once handsome face is now paler and skinnier. He has deep eyebags, and has dried blood speckled in his nostrils.

"Please, I missed you." All the parties and late nights are taking a toll on him and he truly did miss just laying with you on your bed, with you playing with his hair until he fell asleep. That sounded like heaven to him, and he was on the verge of collapsing.

You stood your ground. "No Shoto, I can't do this anymore."

Shoto believes that he's in love with you, and he feels his heart breaking. Maybe, if he was sober, the relationship between you two could've been something long lasting and genuine. But that's not what it is now, and Shoto doesn't see that.

"No, please, don't leave me," He pushes the door to open it wider, his strength going uncheck and you begin to get scared.

"Shoto, stop it," You attempt to push him back but he just grabs your arms.

"I came back for you, I want you to go with me," He's shaking, and it's terrifying. Shoto begins to ramble on about how the two of you could run away, and leave this stupid place forever.

"Don't you want that?" He asked, looking at your face with an expression of desperation.

You finally are able to pull away from him, tears beginning to fall.

"I want you to get better Shoto," You cry, not waiting for him to respond before closing the door in his face.

He tries to go back to the family house, but his father is there in the doorway like he's been waiting for Shoto to return.

"You need to take a drug test before coming inside," Enji said.

Shoto becomes distraught. "I'm not taking a fucking test, I'm fine!"

He spots his brother Natsu and his sister Fuyumi peeking from the window, and Shoto is embarrassed and tired and just wants to go to sleep and never wake up again.

Enji doesn't move. "If you're truly fine, the test will come back clean."

Shoto scoffs, pulling at his hair and looking up at the clouds to stop the burning tears from falling because he did not want to start crying in front of his father. His pride couldn't handle it.

"What happens if the test comes back positive? You gonna ship me off to some fucking rehab facility?" Shoto yells.

Enji still doesn't move. "Yes."

It pains him to see his son, his own flesh and blood begin to unravel. Enji knows this is all his fault, the reason why Shoto looked for an outlet in the pills because he hurt him so much.

"Shoto?"

Shoto's anger wavers as his mother stands next to his father in the doorway. Rei Todoroki is crying, beautiful clear tears making her look heartbroken.

"My love, please, you need help," She cries.

Shoto looks down at the ground, finally letting the tears burning his eyes to fall.

Rei tries again. "Shoto, I'm begging you. We will be here for you but you need to get clean first."

Shoto shakes his head, fear creeping up his spine. "I-I can't. I fucked up too bad, there's no redemption for me."

He flinches involuntarily when he feels his mothers chilly arms wrap around him but Shoto rests his head on her shoulder as they both cry, years of hurt and pain finally being released.

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