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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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Adrenaline Lust

Villain Midoriya Izuku x AFAB Reader

Based off of THIS POST/REQUEST I got for villain Deku.

Villain Deku and you have just escaped the police and heroes but not without having to drop bodies on the way. But as you try to catch your breath, your darling lover can't get his eyes off of you.

Note: TW:blood, mentions of murder and death of heroes, no explicit description of killing, NSFW, SMUT. Reader is AFAB. Pretty sure Izuku has a blood kink. Basically Izuku getting horny over Reader fighting with him.

You had just gotten away from the police and heroes. You checked outside the apartment you were in, the door locked and the windows shut with the curtains drawn. You were on edge since you had escaped from the heroes. They were high and right on your trail. You had no idea how you both managed to escape or how you got found out initially. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, get information off the computer and get out. Yet here the both of you were. You assumed Midoriya and you had been betrayed, which seemed like the most obvious choice.

Midoriya was on the couch as he caught his breath. He had a huge battle with Dynamight, the two of them always going neck to neck against each other. It was exhausting but exhilarating. It always left his heart beating out of his chest and him wanting more. It made him feel like his blood was pumping and it was. With adrenaline going through his veins he felt the same chilling rush he felt through his deeds.

His men would be here soon to collect you and no doubt the heroes went some other way by now. It was all just a matter of time by waiting.

You sighed seeing that everything was clear, the both of you were fine and nothing was to worry about. You didn’t know who’s apartment this was, by the looks of it, it was a show apartment so it had nothing in it at the moment other than the few basic furniture and the lights on. Midoriya watched you with his dark eyes, watching your every move intensely. The blood splattered on your body from the heroes you had to get through had stained your clothes and dotted your skin. You never hesitated when it came to the both of your safety. You never hesitated when it came to him. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. The image of you using your quirk to fend them off, a gun in your dominant hand as you had the same look in his eyes that showed how little you cared about spilling the blood of heroes that falsely claimed themselves for justice.

Just the thought of you, the memory of you, the visual of you behind his eyes made his cock start to stir in his pants. He closed his eyes for a moment trying not to think about it but you were just too delicious, too perfect for him not to think about it.

At the sight of him moving, you turned your attention back to him. You walked over to him worriedly. You crouched down in front of him, a hand on him as you looked over the cuts and bloody spot on him. “You alright, Izuku?” You asked as you continued to make sure he was okay.

Midoriya watched you without much of a word. Even when worrying about him, after taken hero lives and being the crazed villain he knew you to be. You still cared for him. You still looked at him with those eyes of yours that he fell in love with. He stood up with a sigh, his head down low.

“Izuku ar-”

His lips were on yours before you could even speak a full sentence. You let out a hum in surprise, before softening your shoulders and letting him kiss you. Midoriya let out a stuttered breath. Oh God, he loved the taste of you on his lips and he wanted more. He wrapped his arms around you as he pushed you against the opposite wall in urgency, lifting you up so that your legs were wrapped around him. His lips dancing against yours as his hands groped at your body. You gasped at the urgency in his actions as he moved his lips to your neck with a bite.

You groaned out into the air. “Izuku…” You let out with a gasp. He groaned as he rutted against you, his mouth moving down to your neck and your shoulder. His hands gripped your shirt and ripped it open with little to no thought on consequences. He was aching for you. He needed you and just the taste of the slight sweat against your skin and just the smell of you was making him go feral. He slipped his shirt off before, biting down on the space between your neck and shoulder. You cried out with a yelp as his other hand had already found itself in your underwear.

“I’m… I’m so sorry for the rush, dumpling.” He murmured against your skin. You whimpered at the feeling of one of fingers entering you without warning. He grinned as he kept his head in the crook of your neck, his canines shining with a hint of red from your neck. “I can’t help it when you look so delicious.” He whispered with a slight growl at the ends.

You wrapped your arms around him as you were pudding in his hands. His thick fingers making work of stretching you out and spreading you across his fingers. You let him do as he pleased, submitting your body to his wondering hands, curling fingers, and cruel bites that left you crying out for more. The pain he caused brought pleasure with it, leaving you gasping for more.

Midoriya was aching for you. His mind only focusing on the fact that his pants were way too tight and your sex wasn’t wrapped around his cock yet. You were quivering on his fingers, your sex gripping his fingers in a vice grip as he tried to stretch you out, out of mercy for you. However, he was only so patient and with the way you were looking at him, so needy so breathless, crying out his name like he was so much greater than you, he couldn’t stop himself.

He had you pinned against the wall with one hand holding you up, the other undid his belt. You didn’t have to wait long with his fingers removed from inside you before you felt the tip of his cock pushing through. You gasped with a whine as he pushed himself in, slowly. The only slow moment of this whole exchange.

You closed your eyes as you leaned back against the wall, enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out. Midoriya was biting his bottom lip, already pussy drunk off of you. You felt so damn good around him, it felt like he was being blessed by some sort of higher power because there was no way that you were all his. You both let out a breath the moment he was inside of you. You both took a moment, enjoying the feeling before Midoriya moved your head up to look at him. He gently kissed your lips, something precious and intimate he wanted to communicate to you. You smiled.

No matter how needy he was, he always made sure to show how he truly cared about you.

Which was great because he started to pound into you like he hated you. You loved when he was like this, borderline crazy for you. When blood was pumping through his veins, electricity sparked around his body and moans spilled from his lips as he praised you for doing so well at being his pretty little cocksleeve. Your nails scrapped down his back as you cried out into the air, mewling at how well he always pleasured you. How he could always use when well aimed thrust, a good bite and his fingers finding their way to your clit to make you scream for more. He just knew your body that well.

And who could blame him.

When you nearly sacrificed your life for him every day, he had to reward you.

-Glitch1d

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shiggybrainr0t · 6 months

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the symbol of peace just saw my panties?!

warnings: one creep, reader wears panties but is otherwise gn, not really edited very well probably

you’re standing in your underwear and a big T-shirt outside you’re apartment building in the middle of December with every single other person that lives in the building.

you were rudely awakened by the fire alarm going off in the building loudly, and after jumping five feet in the air and realizing that no, you didn’t dream it, you jump up to start pulling on pants. soon after however, you heard the night clerk pounding on doors telling everyone to evacuate quickly because there was a fire on the fifth floor. you got tangled in the left leg, and were hopping around before the clerk got to your door. his urgency spurred you on out the door, barely having the mind to put your slippers on as you fled. so here you are, pantless, shifting from leg to leg in what you used to deem your pajamas.

your arms are crossed tightly across your chest, trying to keep what little modesty you had left. it seems you weren’t doing that great of a job as the creepy guy from 4B was leering at you openly.

you were just about to yell at him-what were you going to say? probably a slur of curse words and how you could kick his ass even in your panties- when a thick blanket was suddenly draped around you and large, scarred hands where on your shoulders.

turning around quickly, you were shocked to see the symbol of peace smiling down at you gently. deku was clad in his hero suit, and was big. like, really big. you had only ever seen him on tv, so you never realized just how big he actually was. you don’t know how the boy you watched on television during his first sports festival became this hunk of a man. he also smelled really good. kind of woodsy, and all cozy home baked cookies in a cute tin.

as you were gawking at him, mouth hanging open a little, deku shifted a little to block you from the 4B creep’s line of sight. he pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, and gave you another smile as he patted your shoulders gently.

“are you alright?”

his voice was smooth, and soft. not too deep but not high pitched either. you think to yourself that anyone would be calmed whenever he was talking to them. you always had thought he had a nice voice whenever you heard him in the television, but in person it was even smoother and softer. blinking out of your stupor, you nod quickly, before gasping in horror. the rising hero deku, who on the fast track at becoming number one, has seen you in your panties.

deku smiles at you again (that famous blinding smile that before tonight you had never seen in person) before stating “don’t be embarrassed! this isn’t the first time I’ve seen someone in their underwear.”

you can only blink at him in surprise, and it dawns on him what his statement implies as he looks at your expression.

“no- wait not like that, well I mean-“

he stops his stumbling whenever you have to muffle your laughter. his grin turns shy, and he brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“um, anyway. the fire was just a toaster, everything is fine. you should be able to go back inside soon.”

your relief is palpable, and deku gives you one last grin before waving at you and walking away. you watch as he approaches 4B creep, the guy’s eyes widening drastically at whatever look deku gives him, and swings his arm around 4B’s shoulders and starts waking towards the edge of the crowd. deku turns to look at you one last time over his shoulder, giving you a wink.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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“It's fine if you want to take me or whatever just let me grab my stuff.” | Yandere Villain Deku

The villain stood in shocked silence as you moved about the little apartment packing away your things. He had been frequenting your place since he had arrived in (y/c) just a way to mess with your mind before ultimately burning the entire apartment building. But even after seeing him and his minions lounging around your room you just shrugged before going on with your life. The only time you ever spoke up outright was when one of his compatriots ate the last of your ice cream.

“You ate it all?”

You were more tired than normal not even giving the usual ‘I’m home’ before heading straight for the fridge. At that moment his minion walked out with an empty carton in hand with the remnants around his mouth. That was the first time you exhibited any ounce of violence before and while it certainly wasn’t anywhere near Deku’s methods, he still found it intriguing how easily you threatened him to get more ice cream or else you’d castrate him.

Since then everything you did enamored him, accepting money he most definitely stole to pay for meals. Even cook bigger meals when he supplied the means or indulging in your hobbies more often. Passionately gushing to him when he asked a simple question.

“Sorry about that, I usually don’t talk to a lot of people about the stuff I like…no one’s ever interested.”

The villain found himself fighting thoughts of you away as he demolished the top heroes of your country. ‘I wonder if they’d like a cake from this bakery, of course before I destroy it.’ And as the days dwindle closer to the date he planned to leave (y/c), he decided he would take you. He originally told his minions to let him go alone this time because he wanted this to be intimate. After all, it's the last time you two would ever be apart for so long! Armed with a single syringe of a sleeping dose, he expected you to refute, but of course you surprised him again and you willingly are packing your stuff. He’ll text his buddies to bring the airship (yes, he has one) even closer to move all your stuff.

“But this armoire has been through a lot with me!”

“I know Dolly but it's just too big…same goes for that potrait.”

“No but he’s my favorite character from–”

“It’s awfully rude of you to hold onto a slither of your past flings especially in front of your new husband!”

“Uuuugh fine I’m taking these posters then.”

You come so willingly Deku is on cloud 9 for the rest of the week you just moved right in when he stuck you in his fancy lair

The only time he ever saw any hesitation from you is when he dances along the line of your autonomy.

“Hey uh Izu?”

“Yes, Dollface?”

“Do you know where the knives are? I’m trying to make something for lunch.”

Hearing the underlying tones of frustration in your voice the villain abandoned his paperwork to properly handle this. You weren’t a secret powerhouse but your typical lack of response gave such an impression. Deserving his full attention he came up behind you holding you by your waist as you dug through various drawers and cabinets.

He was intent on handling this…fixation of yours. Call it a small experiment but he wanted to see how much he could have of you. How much he could get away with someone as agreeable as you. He wanted to own all of you and your will was something he would have had no qualms trampling but this was you. It was your will that intrigued him so much in the first place. So he decided he’d be lenient especially as your worried questioning dissolves into a scowl as he answers your question.

“I’ve taken all the knives away. Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself on something so sharp.”

A tingle of excitement came as you took up that threatening stance, glaring at him as you made your case.

“Too sharp!? I’ve been using knives for this long. I don't need you to get in the way.”

“In the way of what baby doll?”

He tries to simply ask but it comes out as mocking. He just couldn’t help it, you were so agreeable he always wondered what cute faces you’d make if you rebelled against him. It was almost worth instigating your first fight with him.

“Of my cooking. Of my food. I don’t really care about much else but this is mine.”

“...”

His jealousy spiked, for an activity no less. It made him want to withhold it from you even longer but your unwillingness to back down would make things harder for him. So he sighed, summoning some tears as he clutched onto you. Tucking his head into your neck as he whined.

“Awww but Baby I only want you to be safe! That’s why I brought you here, won't you trust me?”

“I’ll trust you when you trust me!”

“But I do trust you, Love. Won’t you indulge me a little.”

He tried to sweeten the offer by planting kisses on all of your exposed skin. Holding him away with a single hand you glared at him down.

“I’ll indulge you if you cut up the stuff I want with your dagger you like so much.”

He had to calm the demonic smile that threatened to stretch across his face. So eager, so final. Perhaps in another world you would have been the hero. He would live through a constant game of cat and mouse. But this was reality and he knew that he’d rather drink in your domestic agreeability before picking this fight with you. Letting you reach into his vest jacket before guiding his hand along he relished in your presence.

“Oh, (Y/n)-doll. Only you could do this to me! Just keep letting me in okay?! I doubt you’d like me if you didn’t.”

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imagination-mess · 4 months

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Villain Deku !

The thought of a child from different universe coming from the most cruelest villains who love him dearly despite their reputation. The morals are fucked up somewhat in the right track.

An attempt to break their hearts by taking their only child’s but you managed to get there on time trying to keep your child safe to only be surprised by portal opening. You tried everything to not be sucked but it was inevitable.

That hero didn’t expect Villain!Deku who never has shred a tear or reveal any sort of fear to show those vulnerability and fears jumping into the portal right after them as it closes right behind him. He completely ignore them. But that hero wasn’t safe either eyes clashing with those red eyes filled with fury.

They were all are sent into different universe where everything is the opposite where heroes exist and those same heroes aren’t villain unlike their world. It was different from their normally.

In different timeline, where Izuku went on the dark path among everyone else who turn to their darker versions of themselves.

But this universe of heroes, You and the child were discovered first bring on bad memories of your death years prior but also what it could have been for the Hero variant of Izuku Midoriya if you had survived.

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sannasruins · 11 months

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asinine

villian!izuku midoryia x reader

warning: kidnapping, obsession, kinda yandere

a/n: just a blurb, i'm having pretty bad writers block right now, f!reader

word count: 400

“Oh, sweet girl.” he murmured, dragging a knuckle down your jaw, toying with the cloth that gagged you, “foolish in your kindness, burning yourself to keep others warm.” He gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, shining like emeralds. “Your hubris is not even your own, it seems all you've done is live for your obsession, your love.”

He circled around the chair you were bound to, lightly dragging fingers over the skin of your neck, the pressure barely there. He grabbed the hair at where your skull and spine met, yanking your head backwards violently, and meeting your tearful gaze as he loomed over you.

“How asinine of you.” his words, laced with venom, with hatred unrivaled. “How utterly feebleminded you are to dedicate your life to something that is not even your own.” He released your stinging scalp.

“You should have picked me over him.” He rounded back to the front of you, squatting down so his face was level with yours.

“Don’t you know how evil he is? How selfish? How cruel?” He tutted and shook his head, almost in mirth. “Of course, you couldn’t have, you were blinded by the love you have for your little hero. He couldn’t protect you though, could he?”

Midoriya Izuku dug two fingers into your side, causing tears to spring in your eyes as you tried to flinch away, the bounds stopping you from escaping you, as he followed along, still pressing into what must be an ever-darkening bruise. It felt like fire, it felt like your organs were screaming, and tears streamed down your face as you watched him, never letting yourself break contact with his eyes. Formerly enchanting, warm and welcoming like a sun dappled forest has turned to rot, to sticky poison, to radiation and sickness, but they still held that clever gleam. With his other hand he reached up and lightly brushed away one of your tears, a grin splitting his freckled face.

“Oh, don’t cry my sweet girl, he couldn’t protect you.” He let up the pressure behind his bruising fingers, lifting his other hand to now hold your face between his two larger palms.

“But I will.”

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pityslash · 1 year

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TW: villain deku, reader is called pretty + doll, enemies to lovers but not really, attempted murder (right?), obsession.

WHEN IS A MONSTER NOT A MONSTER?

you weren’t supposed to be here, he wasn’t supposed to be here. your blood went cold the second you heard the heavy footsteps from behind— you knew the reason he sought you out, he must have seen the news.

it was before midnight, dark clouds blocked the moon but you saw the glint in his eyes. before you could even think of running, he was already in front of you, arms wide open.

“ah-ah-ah, why do you wear such a face, doll, not excited to see me?” he cooed, noticing the way you avoid his gaze as you stumble over your words. “izuku, i—“

“this isn’t the way to make people love you.” he said, a hint of frustration in his voice. izuku had the most violent, uncontrolled temper that sent him insane when he was annoyed.

he had blood on his hands; now on yours, forcing you to look up as he towered over. “if you loved me then you wouldn’t have tried to betray me... you love me? say it.”

you flinch when he yanks on your wrist, rough as if you’ll pull away, fingers ran through your hair and your cheek fits right in the palm of his hand. “i.. love you, izuku.”

“and you want me to love you so bad, it makes you look stupid.” izuku says, leaning forward until you feel his breath. “how pathetic.”

you didn’t want to give up heroics but god, he was right. high off the smell of rain but you knew this had to end, you’d have to continue patrol like normal and he would disappear again without a trace.. just like promised.

“please,” you plead. there was a flicker of a smile, and his gaze never wavered. “please? oh, i love it when you say that.” izuku tipped your head upward.

your heart beat to the tune of don’t do it again do it again don’t do it again do it again as izuku made you look him in the eye before giving you what you wanted.

the kiss was anything but chaste, everything you’ve craved. he stole your breath away and left you desperate for more. izuku held you up when your knees wobbled, grabbing onto his shoulders.

“you’re mine,” he left trails of fire with every brush of skin and you wonder if he felt the sparks too, scared to ask so soon. “right?”

he was your enemy, so capable of breaking your heart and only you were to blame for it. he finally pulled away, deep marks on skin and your chest heaved, searching izuku’s face for something and it dawned on you.

“then say you’ll never lie to me again.” it was like something snapped, his voice was full of anger and frustration.

strong, murderous fingers were around your neck in a second, nails digging in and you couldn’t even catch a deep breath before it was forced out of your lungs.

izuku’s jaw clenched when you continue to struggle, tears in your eyes. it was a trick to make you stay, and it worked. your feet almost leave the ground as he oh-so easily held you over the edge. with city lights and traffic down below, you panic.

“i’m begging you—“ “are you?” izuku laughed at that, fondly even, and you tried to turn your face away but he loosened his grip as a warning. “but if you were begging, you’d be on your knees.”

you choked, shaking from the adrenaline and claw at his wrist as if your life depended on it. because it did. a chuckle escaped his lips, breaking his hard demeanor.

izuku midoriya was a mess of gorgeous chaos and you finally see it. “you look so pretty when you have that look in your eyes, doll.”

his hands were scarred with murder, but you still trusted them completely. even as they threatened to throw you off this building, to be a red mark on the pavement forgotten by tomorrow’s paper. you made him do this..“i love you! swear, i- i won’t lie to you ever again!”

izuku was silent for a moment. “i love you, too. i love you so, so much.” his voice was softer, slapping your tear stained cheek before throwing you back to safety.

“but remember, i’ll kill you if i have to.”

you continue to cough, sobbing, moving away from the villain you won’t ever be able to escape until you die by his hands.

WHEN YOU START TO LOVE IT.

#this is a repost #villain deku #izuku midoriya x reader #villain deku x reader #izuku x reader #reader x deku #deku x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #my writing #tw dark content #izuku midoria x reader

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theyscreamjade · 8 months

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Hello Jade! I was wondering if you could do some head cannons with the main trio as villains who meet the pro hero reader after crashing a hero gala or important event and take one look at the reader and think “They’re mine, no matter what”. Thank You!

I’ve Got My Eyes On You~

「 Yeah, I’m alive ya’ll. Baby, it’s been hard as hell to write lately, I apologize for the in and outness. However, I’m taking a break from school so I’m sure I’ll update more! ෆ」

⊰ 18+! (Anyone who’s underaged will be blocked!)ও

↬ word count: 1.1kෆ

↬ Disclaimer: Cursing, Kidnapping, Stalking.

⧽ You were always on his radar since you were announced to the world for saving someone.

⧽ Mister Deku couldn’t get you out of his head, he was hooked.

⧽ From your style, personality, and much more. He could make a list of reasons why he liked you and desired to have you.

⧽ Unlike how most imagine, he and Shiggy are practically alike…and tend to whine to get what they desire.

⧽ (They whine to Kurogiri, mostly)

⧽ So, this is the night you’ve been waiting for! You’ve ranked up and found your way towards the rankings.

⧽ You’re one of the top twenty fan-favorite heroes, which boosted your ranking and confidence by a thousand.

⧽ You nearly lost your mind when you were given the news and tonight’s the night.

⧽ You sat at your table with a few of your friends, dressed to the best and ready to hear your name and rank you were to be at.

⧽ You deserved this.

⧽ You desired this.

⧽ “Y/N!” Present Mic announced to a crowd with a missing you.

⧽ Everyone paused and looked around in confusion, unsure as to how and what the fuck happened and how you even were fuckin lost.

⧽ You were right there!

⧽ Yeah, so, Izuku disgusted himself as a waiter. He taped your shoulder and lied to get you towards the back since..you know, your name was going to be called.

⧽ You followed Izuku’s instructions, following the server just to be knocked out with a mist.

⧽ You fell right into his arms, and he smiled happily.

⧽ “Look at them…they look so adorable like this..” he complimented before handing Shigaraki his empty tray.

⧽ “Collect as much food as you think we’d need...I’ve got what I want.” He ordered while walking out the back door.

⧽ “They’re all mine now. All mine.”

⧽ There’s something about Villian Bakugou that concerns me.

⧽ He doesn’t fall in love normally, he falls for someone who can keep up, or think ahead of him.

⧽ That’s how he fell for you, every other villain couldn’t keep up or couldn’t think like him.

⧽ You?

⧽ You knew his every move and were able to do something that no one could ever do.

⧽ You captured him for the first time and stole his heart in the process.

⧽ After that, he was obsessed with you. He watched every new piece about you.

⧽ Any magazine that had your face, he had it. He wanted to know every last and single detail about you.

⧽ His stalker vibes were coming out full swing and some of the inmates were kind of concerned and confused as to why.

⧽ So, when he received the news that you were now one of the top ten heroes and were to receive an award at the Heroes Gala.

⧽ He knew he had to be there to give you a celebratory congratulations.

⧽ While you were getting all glammed and prepared, he was broken out of prison and heading straight towards the city.

⧽ All the heroes would either be too damn busy to worry about a villain breaking out of the highly protected prison system ever so…he didn’t waste time.

⧽ You sat with family and friends, your significant other was there too.

⧽ The second you heard your name, you stood on your feet while everyone clapped around you.

⧽ You felt your accomplishments and hard work within the reach of your fingertips, each step towards the stage you took.

⧽ Until a loud explosion blasted through the ceiling, Bakugou’s signature sonic Boom which creates a terrible after-effect.

⧽ Your ears ring and affect your balance, so in seconds. You were in Bakugou’s arms while holding your head in agony.

⧽ He flew with you in his arm, the other held the end of the ladder. The sound of the chopper didn’t help the pain in your ears.

⧽ You tried to focus and use your quirk, but you can’t when your ears are ringing this badly.

⧽ “Don’t even fight it, baby bear. I’ve been waiting for you~” he whispered, looking at you as though you were in agony.

⧽ “You’re all mine, mine.” He growled in a possessive tone, landing with you at his new secret lair.

⧽ Shoto didn’t have a great mentor (Dabi.)

⧽ Basically, his brother told him if there’s something you want, “Go and Get it.”

⧽ Touya fucked up when he told him that shit, why?

⧽ Because the person he wants is you, the fuckin number one hero of the ENTIRE agency! You overtook their father and kept the city safe in your own way.

⧽ The only reason why Shoto even likes you is because how you overtook their father, talked shit about them then kept yourself up there.

⧽ The man was mesmerized by someone who wanted the top and got their way to it.

⧽ Which brings us here, you walking into the Heroes Gala. You dawn your best, sparkling your way into the luxurious building. Cameras flashed, and reporters asked thousands and thousands of questions.

⧽ They wanted to know, they desired to know about you..though Shoto knew everything about you.

⧽ He’s a stalker with some knowledge for and about you, he’s basically Nardwuar for your ass. He knows where you were even conceived.

⧽ You’re one of a kind and he couldn’t just kidnap you normally.

⧽ He had to take you in the best and safest way possible….and he kind of discovered your fears too.

⧽ You sat with your friends and family, hearing the paparazzi outside. You were laughing happily at a joke at one of your friends told you.

⧽ Then the room became silent, randomly and completely unexpectedly. You opened your eyes, seeing everyone knocked out around you.

⧽ Heads in either food or water while the rest were on a table or the floor. You stood up and immediately got into position for a battle.

⧽ You needed to investigate and find out, you needed to know.

⧽ You walked towards the back, checking and investing everyone around you..trying to understand what was even happening.

⧽ How did everyone else get knocked out..but you’re fine?

⧽ You stepped onto a drop door, instantly disappearing into the floor.

⧽ A loud splash echoed through the empty room, your body was submerged in your worst fear. Water.

⧽ You kicked, flayed, and tried to swim to the top before cold over took your body. Suddenly, you were frozen solid.

⧽ The light flickered on and your eyes met his mix-matched ones.

⧽ “You look absolutely breathtaking….too bad no one else will ever see you again. I’m never going to let you go. You’re mine.” He told you, snapping his fingers as your body was rolled into a large frozen meat truck.

⧽ “Mine only.” These were the last words you heard before the doors of the truck were closed and you were taken away from the building.

#my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #i hope you like this #my hero academy fanfiction #18+only #izuku x reader #bakugou x reader #shoto x reader #bnha villains #villain deku #villain bakugou #villainshoto #league of villains

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platrom · 1 year

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Red, Red Wine.

VILLAIN! YANDERE! DEKU X READER

NOTE: The second part of “One Last Time” is in the works. However, there is no set time when it will be released. Thank you for your patience, understanding, and endless kindness. :)

WORD COUNT: 4,655+

WARNINGS: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, intense yandere themes, severely unhealthy and toxic relationship dynamic between reader and Midoriya, intimacy is used as a way to assert power, predator/prey dynamics, dominant/submissive dynamics (like the abusive and non consensual kind), vague description of dead bodies (hinting of dismemberment of heads that are familiar faces), constant on edge behavior, there are frequent signs and mentions of domestic abuse behavior, Midoriya is a top villain, reader was once a civilian, Stockholm syndrome (sort of), reader is appeasing to midoriya in order to survive, condescending and patronizing pet names (doll, darling, etc.), a huge plot twist, they are on the top of a building, Midoriya physically abuses reader, description of blood, not a happy ending

THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP IS NOT HEALTHY. IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE ARE STRUGGLING, PLEASE GET HELP. THIS BEHAVIOR SHOULD NOT BE CONDONED. PROCEED READING WITH CAUTION.

“Izuku, where are we?” Your dainty hands clasp onto his scarred forearms, fingertips squeezing helplessly against his bulging muscles. Gently, Izuku pulls your body closer to his, your lower back pressing against his abdomen. Your feet are sectioned in between his, and he places his chin on your shoulder before leaning into the crook of your neck.

Your lover’s coarse palms cover your eyes, preventing you from seeing this “surprise” he had planned. Despite the loss of one of your senses and the feeling of your husband’s astonishingly and worryingly warm body around yours, your ears still pick up the distinct whirring of cars speeding in the distance, couples giggling, and kids shrieking. The world around you sounds alive— free. It’s the first time such typical yet genuine sounds have reached your harking ears and your shoulders relax at what you could only describe as mellifluous noises.

A gentle breeze kisses your skin, sending a shiver down your spine that sends goosebumps down your arms. Instinctively, your shoulders droop as you lower your hands to rub your biceps to produce warmth for your chilled skin, mentally chastising yourself for wearing a dress for this occasion. That little voice that had possessed you, chanting at you to wear a dress for one of the sporadic times you were allowed to leave the penthouse with Izuku was a devious runt, considering it was still fall season and the beginning of winter had begun to mark its incoming presence.

Though, Izuku had told you that this was an extremely special occasion and wanted you to style yourself appropriately. You couldn’t just disappoint your Izuku, could you?

No, you couldn’t.

“Darling,” he coos, “I need you to keep your eyes closed for me, okay?”

Obediently, you nod your head and breathe out a small word of confirmation. Smirking into your skin, Izuku lifts his head from your shoulder and firmly grips your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leaning the back of your head into his chest. His hold is a warning— one you know all too well. If you do something he doesn’t like, it’s off with your head.

Time after time, Izuku would effortlessly place you in such subtlety compromising positions that most would brush aside for simply loving touches like the protective hand on the waist, the classic intertwining of fingers, or even the casual arm slung around one’s shoulders. And one way or another, each one would leave you vulnerable to his wrath. They all were positions of impeding submission- just as if with a predator and its prey. It was like the game of cat and mouse: the cat allowed the mouse to run to provide it a false sense of security and a chance to “hide,” but the cat was always one step ahead of the mouse. It knew the critter better than itself.

Presently, if he as so much desired to inflict the smallest ounce of pain upon you, he could tighten his grip on your chin, using nothing but the mere strength of his fingers to inflict severe and intense pain upon you. No arm or quirk required. And if he truly wanted, he could snap your neck without a moment’s notice and you wouldn’t even be able to feel it.

In short, you were inferior to Izuku Midoriya in every single way and he had no problem reminding you of your place that was tropic levels below him.

His fingers tilt your jaw upwards and that familar feeling of dread and panic begins to well in the pit of your stomach like a parasite festering. Dim memories resurface in your mind, reminding you of the reality that Izuku was a calculating man that always planned miles ahead. He analyzed his enemies and allies like a scientist studying its confined and captured test subjects, jotting down and mentally noting every minuscule detail about them. Every reaction, every action, every quality and characteristic.

Whatever your partner was planning, it frightened you to no end.

“Izuku?”

Behind you, your husband’s chest puffs in pride at the overly saccharine tone of your voice. He had taught you to habitually direct nothing but sugary sweetness towards him when even daring to garble out his hallowed name. Like a compliant little puppy, one that had been punished for their bad behavior as well as rewarded for their obedient behavior, you had begun to accommodate and form yourself to his liking.

For ages, you called him by his surname and work title (as well as a few other names) until eventually, he had broken your resolve and forced you to call him by his forename. Now, whenever he heard you say “Izuku” oh-so-sweetly in that voice of yours that left him spiraling in a flurry of jubilation, his heart would explode in his chest like thousands of fireworks lighting up the starry night sky.

Alas, you only knew this information because of the countless times your inamorato had gushed like a lovestruck puppy over how elated and enraptured he was by your voice that called to him like a siren luring their victims into a pool of water. He never failed to make it known just how he worshipped you.

“Don’t fret, my love,” Izuku coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “If you fall, I’ll catch you. Do you remember the vows we exchanged at our wedding?”

Don’t screw this up.

It’s a mantra that repeats in your head incessantly like a wailing baby pleading for its mother to pay attention to them. It was the same phrase that rung in your ears at your “wedding” with Izuku, cautioning you to step on your toes so you didn’t slice your heels on glass. It reminded you that the shards littering the floor with their serrated edges were not from the barriers you shattered, but from the ones you prompted him to explode into smithereens.

How could you forget that traumatic day? How could you forget the blood that spilled out of the young man’s chest, the only one who tried to free you from the suffocating clutches of the world’s deadliest villain?

On that fateful day, countless of Japan’s greatest heroes stood beside you, surrounding you like a wild pack of blood thirsty coyotes. Their eyes glistened with that exact unhinged glint that sparkled in the viridian irises of Izuku’s, the crazed faces that spoke miles about the demented thoughts that were conjured in their minds.

You wouldn’t put it past them to have given this same fate to some innocent civilian like you once were.

“How could I?” you respond serenely, forcing your lips to pull into a reminiscing smile. You’re sure that if you could see Izuku’s face, he would be grinning like a dork with a faint blush on his cheeks. Some things never changed with him.

The bulky man behind you mumbles something unintelligible and releases your face from his hold before taking a grand step back and clasping your hand in his and twirling you. The ends of your dress glide up and away from the skin of your legs, the smooth satin flowing like a rose finally budding its luscious petals.

In the care of his hands, you move effortlessly, like a professional figure skater performing on ice. The moment your chest presses against his, Izuku’s arms wrap around you, securing you to him completely and preventing all possibilities of escaping. His grip on you reminds you vaguely of a viper squeezing its prey to suffocation, watching as its victim’s eyes bulged out and jaw gaped like a fish out of water in a vain attempt to save itself from the claws of a reaper, to ignore the sound of death knocking on its door.

If death was embodied by any person, it would be Izuku Midoriya.

“You can open your eyes now, darling.”

Years ago, when you watched Pro Hero Deku speak in interviews, you thought that his emerald eyes were surely jewels crafted by only the finest, most nubile and skilled hands. That some deity who roamed the Mountains of Olympus had plowed through the toughest of mines and destroyed millions of geodes with a strength that only myths could describe to give him irises so exquisite and unparalleled.

Now, when you stare into the eyes of the former Symbol of Peace of Japan known as Deku and now the recorded worst villain worldwide, you are greeted by a glowing, radioactive green that bubbles with the promise of acid-burning flesh and scars to last a lifetime.

The memory of the eyes of a genuine hero is a dim one and in its place are the eyes of a bloodthirsty villain. How could such a person change in only a couple of years?

Because of you.

He sighs fondly, eyelids drooping and shoulders relaxing at the sight of your sinless eyes staring widely in puzzlement at his.

Play dumb, you remind yourself. It’ll all be over soon.

He adored whenever you let him take the reins to pamper you and would condescendingly coo at you whenever you succumbed to his overbearing behavior, too tuckered out to resist the absolute hulking mass of a man that claimed to belong to you entirely, body and soul.

Being obedient and compliant always came out with a better outcome for you both. After all, he was the apex predator and you were nothing more than his pet. Another mere prey in the food chain, caught up with an animal greater than it could ever be.

Against Izuku, you were weak. But you had claws too. Maybe not as sharp, but you could fight back too. And if not physical, then you could outsmart him. Be conniving. Sly, slick, quick.

All you had to do was play your pieces correctly. Stalemate or checkmate, you would get there eventually. You just had to be patient.

Delicately, Izuku taps your chin with the tip of his fingers, the gentle motion so foreign it successfully snaps you out of your thoughts and redirects your full attention on him.

“Darling, I know the sight is one you can’t beat, but I didn’t bring you out here to just stare at me,” Izuku teases, patting your head lightly. The remark is one so casual and so normal that it sends you reeling in shock and face exploding in warmth, forcing your eyes to shut in embarrassment and your lips to purse to stop a squeak from escaping your throat. Your arms move to wrap themselves around your face to conceal your flustered expression.

“If you really wanted to just stare at me, we could have stayed home. I don’t mind the attention, either— it’s not everyday I get to spend time with a pretty lady like you.”

The sound of Izuku’s hearty chuckling echoes into the night, increasing the heat that crawls onto your neck. Without a doubt, you’re smudging your makeup in a poor attempt to conceal your face from his prying eyes, but the act of lighthearted, innocent embarrassment is one you haven’t experienced in eons and you choose to only tighten your grip on yourself in a futile attempt to linger in the warmth and refreshment of the feeling. Izuku’s guffaws sound so casual and free— unlike the menacing and maniacal laughs you had grown accustomed to as his prisoner.

Hesitantly, you sneak a peek from the shelter of your limbs and watch as the hulking mass known as the world’s deadliest, most dangerous villain chuckled until tears began to form in his eyes.

“Don’t laugh at me,” your arms fall to your side and you lower your head, falling into a dejected stance. “I was just spacing out.”

Deku grins giddily, his normally dull jade eyes lightening up in fondness. Dramatically, he lifts a scarred hand to his face and another to his chest, leaning back to imitate a distressed and offended damsel. “Oh, I would never, my love!”

Rolling your eyes, you slap Izuku’s shoulder with an annoyed huff. Without a doubt, your poor efforts to inflict the smallest amount of pain on Izuku must have felt like nothing to the man who experienced years of strenuous and grueling training to strengthen his body to accommodate one of the world’s most puissant quirks that made him firmer than the mantle of the Earth itself. So much so, that even All Might could not defeat him— his own successor had surpassed Japan’s greatest hero and arguably the world’s best hero internationally. Izuku Midoriya, Deku, was a force to be reckoned with.

His name was whispered like a curse on the streets, and the heroes of today didn’t dare to even say his name.

Though, this villain was once a hero. You just don’t know where it all went wrong, when the world lost its privilege to scream out for their favorite hero to save them and instead gave you the role of being the lady in distress.

But you do, don’t you?

“Why are we out here anyway? It’s freezing, Izuku,” you trail off, making a show of rubbing your arms vigorously to further accentuate your point. Glancing above you, the stars of the night twinkle above you in mockery, their sparkles brightening despite your current misery.

A small murmur of apology slips past his lips, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks and stroke your face lovingly with the pads of his thumbs. “Today’s Halloween,” Izuku begins, and that familiar glint of adoration forms in his eyes as he watches your eyes widen in giddiness at the sound of your favorite holiday. Slowly, he leans forward until your foreheads touch, green curls tickling your scalp, and he moves his fingers to slip under the neckline of your clothes before rubbing tender circles on your neck, calloused thumb caressing the salubrious and unadulterated skin in contrast to his tainted and sullied skin. “I know how much you love the holiday, so I wanted to take you out to watch it happen in live action.”

The gesture is sweet, you can admit. He never took you out, considering the circumstances of your situation. It was thoughtful of him to remember that when you were younger, dressing up and collecting candy had been an absolute must for you every year. Who could pass up free candy?

Certainly, you couldn’t. Before and presently.

Hesitantly, you lift your hands to hold onto Izuku’s, (e/c) eyes gazing back into besotted basil ones. Having Midoriya in such close proximity was making your head spin— the savory scent of his cologne blended in with his skin so well, so much so that even with all this time spent together, you could never get used to the combination.

How could you?

Like the trained pet you were, you lift Midoriya’s hand to your lips and press a chaste kiss on a scar that ran all the way down to his forearm, eyes fluttering shut in hopes of appeasing your husband, the world’s deadliest villain.

Be obedient, you reminded yourself. Just do as he desires and you’ll survive.

“Always so appreciative, my love,” Izuku hums contently, pleased with your submissive behavior. “I taught you so well, didn’t I?”

A small smile breaks out on your face, akin to the mischievous grin of a Cheshire cat. The pawns on the chess board were falling into place, in your favor.

Check.

Breaking away from him, you cautiously inch towards the edge of the building, peering past the short concrete wall that prevented people from tipping off the rooftop. In the distance, you see people of various ages dressed up for Halloween. Little children skip down the street with their parents in step, dressed in frumpy little pumpkin costumes, sparkling princess dresses, and simple prince-like tunics. Teenagers huff as they chase their younger siblings down— scolding and chastising the children as they tiredly wipe at their eyes, smearing the heavy and dark lines of eyeliner they had spent countless hours applying.

Others drunkenly stumble down the sidewalk with their arms linked together, giggling like gossiping girls. The clicking of their heels meeting the rough surface of the pavement fills the silence of the night, along with the joyous and festive behavior from the neighborhood.

Brightly illuminated inflatable pumpkins fill the lawns of residential homes, childishly frightening faces painted onto the translucent orange tarps. Plastic bones crookedly stick out of the dirt and faux skulls litter the gardens located on the block. Styrofoam graves are splayed methodically on the ground, followed by hollow coffins occasionally stuffed with skeletons.

Halloween reminded you of the life you once had; it brought the innocence and kindness that laid deep within individuals to bubble up and explode. It showed a sweeter side to the world, one that allowed children to waddle around excitedly, shriek in joy, and chortle in pure jubilation at the immense happiness such thoughtful and caring behavior brought.

If only the world was still kind to you.

“That’s not the only surprise I have prepared for you, darling.” There’s a playful lilt in his voice that you haven’t heard in ages, a memoir of an era where nothing but sunshine, starlight, and moonlight flowed through a hero’s veins. A period where the sky was sincerely never the limit, where the world and its residents had begun to find tranquility, where crime rates that had previously skyrocketed has dipped to an all time low.

“Look behind you, darling.”

Obey him and you’ll survive.

Swiveling your head to side, you peer over your shoulder and past Izuku, only to be met by the sight of the classic Hollywood round table with a long white cloth draped over it.

Long, thin candles are placed in the center of the spectacle, their warm glow inviting you to sit down at the table. In contrast to the darkness of the night, the scenery looks absolutely breathtaking, as if it were straight out of a fairytale. Where a prince would free an enslaved princess and love her unconditionally until the end of time. Where two souls would travel the world hand-in-hand, safe in each other’s presence.

But not every story is the same; not every princess gets a happy ending.

On each side of the table are the standard silverware laid out, containing the elegant and ever-so-classic salad forks, fish forks, dinner forks, and more. Large, white plates rest in between the utensils, plated with katsudon on both your plates— Izuku’s favorite dish.

Two elegant, wooden seats are placed on opposite sides. The embroidery on the wood is done to a level beyond pure excellence— the carvings are delicate, thin, and flawless. Swirls and spirals decorate the deep mahogany wood, and laid atop the seats are thick, velvet cushions. Without a doubt, the pillow is sturdy yet so utterly soft and delightful.

“It’s all yours, my love.” His hands envelop your lower back, gently nudging you to inch towards the setup.

His heavy footsteps follow yours, the pounding of his black oxford’s meeting the floor below ringing through your ears.

It reminds you of the countless times you’ve heard Izuku’s footsteps late at night after he had come home from a long shift, or the days you spent in solitude, locked in a basement and chained to the walls of the cold, pitch black room.

He pulls out chair for you, before pushing it back in once you’ve securely seated yourself. Returning to his side of the table, he sits down and lifts a bottle of wine from under the table, popping out the cork.

“Care for a glass?” He’s nearly done pouring himself a hefty helping of liquor before tipping an empty glass in your direction and grinning.

If all went to hell, at least you would be buzzed enough to forget about it all.

You nod your head.

After pouring you a glass, you both proceed to eat. The meat is tender, savory, and flavorful. Once the noodles meet your tongue, they practically melt like a popsicle on a hot day. There’s the perfect amount of seasoning and chives that can be found in each bite, sending you reeling for seconds.

Minutes pass and the night continues to darken as you both feast on the meals in front of you, downing each bite with a sip of the sweet wine poured for you both. By the time you’re done chewing on your last bite, you’re a few glasses in and drunk.

Setting the cutlery down, you rest your chin on your palm, quietly gazing at Izuku’s massive figure. The angered thoughts that you had buried deep inside your mind creeps out of its closings, slipping to the front of your brain. Its claws push past the protective barriers that grew with time and experience, the survival tactics that you had to develop in order to adapt to an entirely new universe.

Maybe, it’s the liquor thrumming in your veins that pushes you to open your mouth clumsily and let words slip from your lips that you knew would have you punished.

"Do you regret it?”

Izuku’s fork stills, his head remaining downwards towards his meal. The air between you both stills, the candles that once radiated a tranquil warmth now becomes one that burns within your skin like a raging fire and raises the hair on your arms.

“Don’t go further,” the embers whisper. They flicker as the pace of the wind picks up, sending wisps of your hair flying. “Don’t play with fire when you know you can’t quell the flames away.”

“Don’t fall for the same trap you did years ago, (Name).”

But you were never one to listen to warning signs, were you?

“You had it all, Midoriya,” the words gush out of your mouth like a flood filling a building, no force able to prevent the inevitable from occurring. “You surpassed All Might— the greatest hero to have ever existed in history since the beginning of quirks; everyone adored you and villains fell at your heels. You even managed to eventually defeat All for One. Wealth encompassed you and you could have had any person you wanted as your partner.”

The red liquid in your cup captures your attention, twinkling in the moonlight. “Yet, you threw it all away. Why? Anyone would have died to be in your position.”

Izuku remains unmoving, almost refusing to react. It’s like when a predator and it’s prey meet eye to eye, each one staring the other to make the first move. To attack or flee. But in this case, you were already cornered.

Helpless, weak, defenseless. Those were the words you would use to describe yourself. But your inferiority only spurs you on, feeding into the ignited flames.

“You took everything I had, even when you had to all.” Tears well up in your eyes, hands moving to fist at your dress. It’s overwhelming— the intensity of your emotions that now settle upon you. The liquid courage that once flowed through your veins seeps out of your system, leaking from your eyes. The edges of your vision fade away into a blurry mess, impairing you. Softly, you weep, “Why can’t I win, just once?”

The tears spill from eyes like a dam cracking from the pressure of the water. The trickle is slow, light, but as each tear falls the intensity increases until they stream down your face. Shallow breaths are taken with each sob, each exhale a painful heave that leaves your shoulders rattling. Loose limbs freeze in place like stone, muscles tending to the point of violent shaking.

Your sobs are obnoxiously loud, disruptive, and foreign with the beauty of the night, but you can’t stop. You set a foot into the rabbit hole and now you’ve fallen into it with no escape.

A gentle scraping of wood against tile is drowned out by your desperate breaths, until you feel warm hands clasp your own and hug you tightly. Small murmurs leave his lips as he tenderly rubs your skin, the heroic instincts he once had kicking in.

Truly, there were some parts that you could not entirely remove from a person no matter how drastically they changed.

Eventually, the tears run out and you are left motionless in Izuku’s hold, eyes stuck in a blank stare. You’re nothing but a mere doll, lifeless and pliable. Izuku coos at you as he shifts you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Stand up, love” he whispers, shifting his hold onto your elbows to raise you from your chair. “I have one final surprise for you.”

You comply, leaning into Izuku’s hulking figure. Tuckered out from your wracking sobs, all ideas you held about refusing to succumb to his touch escape your mind.

“Look at the ground, darling.”

And you do as you’re told.

At first, there’s nothing but the tile of the building under you. It’s dark outside, but it looks solid in color. It would be rough against your skin if you fell on it. Probably cold too, like the feeling of thousands of needles piercing through your skin.

Then, a slight heat begins to emit from beneath you, warming your footwear. The plain color of cement fades away into a light gray and eventually, into an ivory. There’s sudden clicks from below you and instinctively you clutch onto Izuku’s arm, mind alert. You don’t have the energy to panic, but you know that something isn’t right.

The ivory fades away to form a translucent tile, but there are undefined shapes below you.

The clicks continue, but with each one it sounds closer and sections of the building under you light up, the brightness seeping through the cracks.

“Izuku, what’s this?” Your voice quivers, knees trembling in place.

He grins maniacally, verdant irises gleaming in glee. “Just wait and see,” he responds.

The clicking comes closer and closer, and with each light that switches on you can begin to make out certain shapes.

Familiar faces.

Once the final light turns on, you’re in tears all over again, in a state of shock. The bloodied faces of your former classmates, friends, and coworkers stare back at you, their own eyes lifeless. It’s disgusting, the blood that covers the building below you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You can only stare in horror as you watch the people of your past look back up at you, long gone from the world.

“Isn’t it just extraordinary?” He squeezes your shoulders enthusiastically, beaming from one ear to the other. “You get to see all the low-lives of your past dead, in front of your very own eyes. Everyone who made you suffer is finally gone. Isn’t that just wonderful?”

The sight makes you want to vomit the katsudon and wine back up again.

“Can’t you see how much I love you, darling? I killed everyone who hurt you to make you happy!” He twists your face to meet his, moving to press a kiss to your lips.

And you don’t stop him.

You can’t.

You never could.

You should have listened when you were told to run, just like you were so many years ago. You should have listened to others, too blinded by ignorance.

This time, you were blinded by fear.

And now, you were stuck forever.

Closing your eyes once your lips meet his, you accept your reality.

You were stuck forever with Izuku, married to the world’s worst villain.

You fell for his trap and now had you in his grasps forever, just like he planned. You could never outsmart the puppeteer; this was his world. Not yours. It never was and it would never be.

And you had finally accepted the inevitable.

“No one is coming back for you, you know? You’re mine forever.”

You would never win against Izuku Midoriya. No one ever could.

It was best to accept the truth sooner than later.

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ilydeku · 11 months

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falling for the enemy | izuku x reader

Izuku Midoriya never thought he would fall for a villain, but then again, he never thought he would meet someone like you. You were different than any other villain he had encountered before. You were smart, strong, and had a certain charm that drew him in.

It started as a simple encounter. Izuku was on patrol, and he stumbled upon you in the midst of a heist. Instead of fighting you, he found himself wanting to know more about you. He asked you questions, and you answered with a smirk. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

As time went on, Izuku found himself thinking about you more and more. He wanted to see you again, talk to you again, and maybe even work with you. He knew it was dangerous, but he couldn't help his feelings.

One day, he found you again. You were in the middle of another heist, but this time, Izuku didn't try to stop you. Instead, he joined you. You were surprised, but you welcomed him with open arms. You saw something in him that others didn't, and that made him feel special.

As they worked together, Izuku began to see the world from a different perspective. He saw the flaws in the system, the corruption in the government, and the struggles that villains faced. He began to understand why you did what you did, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy for you.

But as much as he tried to fight it, he couldn't ignore the fact that he was falling for you. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to tell you how he felt, but he was afraid of how you would react.

One day, Izuku finally gathered the courage to tell you. He confessed his feelings, and to his surprise, you felt the same way. You had been trying to hide it, but you had fallen for him too.

You both knew your love was forbidden, but couldn't help it. You and Izuku kept the relationship a secret, meeting in hidden places and exchanging stolen kisses. The riskiness was bare, but he nor you didn't care. You and Izuku were in love, and that was all that mattered.

As time went on, your love for each other grew stronger. You took on heists together, worked side by side, and shared your deepest secrets. You both knew you had to be careful, but you couldn't help feeling like they were meant to be together.

You ran away from your old lives, starting a new life together. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you and Izuku had each other, and that was all you both needed. You were two villains in love, but you didn't care. You traveled the world, going from place to place, never staying in one spot for too long. You both knew you had to keep moving, keep running, but you didn't mind. You were free, you were in love, and you were happy.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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I NEED IT! I NEED SOME OF IT!!!

vigilante deku and villain reader please pleasee thank youu 👉👈

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Warning: mentions of attempted assault...

Vigilante!Izuku x Villain!Reader

The greenette had been all over the news lately. Of course he has. He's always had a flare for the dramatic.

You, on the other hand, were a little different. You liked to keep yourself free of public attention.

The two of you were just so fundamentally different, that it's just genuinely difficult for you to imagine anything going on between you and him, despite how much he likes to tease and follow you around like a lost puppy.

At least your causes weren't that different though.

He had turned away the chance to become a hero because the title no longer meant anything. It no longer held the same wonder and prestige that it did.

The former heroes are powerless against the government, and law by law, their freedom has been stripped away, taking the magic away from what being a hero once was.

He wanted the freedom to actually be a real hero, without the threat of lawsuit, or the government officials breathing down his neck. He wasn't interested in going to dinner parties with rich snobs, or enforcing laws that were made to be weaponised against groups of innocent citizens.

Everywhere he turned, there was inequality and injustice, from women's rights being taken away, to the demonisation of the poor. He was sick of only being a hero to the rich man. So he turned his back on the legality, because the laws were wrong. He even had AllMight's blessing. He had built a fanbase. The people loved him. You love him.

But you weren't doing this for any greater cause. You were just fucking sick of living in poverty and being spat on by the public and the government. You had been labelled a villain.

Although, the main factor that lead to this label was the evidence provided in court after you had murdered two men in an alley while walking home from work in the dark.

You were a little more than just different from Izuku.

He wanted to save lives. You were okay with cutting them short.

Although the circumstances were very much "kill or be killed" at the time, the law still sees you as a murderer first, and a victim second. So you had ran away from everything. You couldn't get a job, thanks to the fact that you were now a fugitive, and so you had taken to robbing banks, and big industry stores.

At least you had an ethical code though. No stealing from charities, small businesses, or the elderly or disabled. You were completely okay with robbing the dick dressed in an ironed and dry cleaned suit who had just verbally assaulted a homeless man, though.

When Izuku saw this, he laughed, and said "Power to you..."

Don't you just love a feminist man.

You and this fluffy haired, skinny boy had hung out after that for a while, and he had fallen head over heels with you. You were obsessed too, but you weren't sure if you were good enough for him. You had continuously been disadvantaged, and you didn't want to be his disadvantage.

You just couldn't take it.

But he just won't stop bugging you!

Jesus Christ, it's honestly like travelling around with a five year old on a sugar high.

"Pleaaase will you date me? What about now?

"No."

"What about now?"

"No."

"Okay... What about... Nnnnnow-"

"Oh for crying out loud!!"

He was really starting to wear you down, and to be honest, it's hard to say no so many times to something you want so bad. Something that's right there...

"Fine! I'll fucking date you okay? Now shut your stupid face, or I'll shoot that stupidly good looking face off your face!"

He shut up alright. It's pretty hard to talk to someone while your smashing your lips against theirs. You're sure not even the great Deku could do that.

It's like the day chooses this perfect moment to brighten, and the sun comes out from the clouds making a previously, dark and lonely looking street brighten up and transform.

Your eyes widen as he grabs both sides of your face, biting your lip and pushing his tongue into your mouth to woo you. What an idiot. How is this working? The tenseness in your shoulders loosens and you relax as you allow yourself to lean into a kiss that's actually... quite good. How does this little nerd kiss so good?

When he pulls away to smirk at you teasingly, only pressing another quick peck to your lips, he winks at you, one of his hands lowering to your waist while you sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"So... Go team?"

He snorts and buries a hand in your hair, happy that he can finally stop chasing you, and have you as his own now.

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1-800-c3dr1c · 2 years

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this is a request from one of my best friends, @erikspartnerincrime !

PROMPT : villain! izuku takes interest in the reader after finding out they're new to the scene — things escalate with the interrogating and soon izuku finds himself more intrigued with the new hero than he should be.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking over your shoulder. “I can’t let those villains escape!” Quickly rushing over to the scene, you paused .. They were already gone! But how .. you could’ve sworn that-

“Boo.” a sarcastic voice spoke, and you spun around with wide eyes. Izuku Midoriya, more commonly known by the villain alias Deku, was right in front of you.

“You.” you spoke the simple word, venom in your voice.

“You’re new, aren’t you? Either that, or you haven’t been sent on a mission to try and capture me yet. How fun!” the male chuckled darkly. “This will be quite fun, don’t you think?” he suddenly tilted his head. “Oh! I completely forgot to introduce myself..I’m Izuku Midoriya. Although you probably knew that,” he smiled, flashing his teeth.

“Fuck you.” you grumbled, activating your Quirk to try and finally attack the villain. However, before you could even move you had lost sight of him. You cursed under your breath, irritated with both Izuku and yourself for letting him get away.

“Finally!” You spat out. You had been chasing Izuku Midoriya for quite awhile, never getting a chance to use your Quirk as you chased him. Izuku had finally stopped in his tracks, although something seemed off.

“You’ve finally caught me, darling.” he winked. “Come on, come closer,” he cooed.

You narrowed your eyes. “Hell no. Don’t you dare call me darling, either.” you huffed.

“Smart..” he chuckled.

“I’m not a hero for nothing, Midoriya. Stop testing my fucking patience.” you cursed.

“Ooh, you’re feisty! How cute.” he smiled at you before he extended a hand to you. Not realizing how close you had accidentally stepped near the villain, he ended up wrapping his arm around you and looking you in the eye.

“What- hey! Let me go!” you yelled at him.

However, he simply chose not to reply to you. “Answer me this, darling. What are your plans?” he had asked you this every single damn time you were sent on a mission to capture him.

Despite this, you never answered and he never pressed further. The only thing different about this .. was the position you two were in. As you had busied yourself with your thoughts of confusion, Izuku had taken the chance to tie your hands.

Once you had finally snapped out of your thoughts, you stared at Izuku with wide eyes at the realization of what he had done to you. “..You..you did not.” you stammered out.

“Oh, but I did, darling. You’re mine, now.” he smiled at you. A dark smile, an evil smile. One that showed you that there was no way you could escape this.

On a rooftop, this looked as if some couple was hugging in the distance if you couldn’t see either person directly. However, nobody was out regardless .. so that didn’t matter. He chuckled at you, flipping you so that you faced with your back to him. You looked behind your shoulder to look at him, trying and failing to break the ropes he had tied your hands with. You didn’t know how you’d be able to get the hell out of here without no arms or hands usable, and you probably couldn’t simply land on your feet if you kicked him and jumped off of the rooftop..

He hummed softly, shaking his head as he pulled out a knife. He began tearing your uniform off of you despite the protests you made against him doing so, and you huffed in annoyance. Shit, sure you did end up developing an interest in him..but you wouldn’t let him know that so easily.

“Asshole.” you spat, struggling against the ropes he had tied you with still.

“Don’t lie to me, you’ve wanted this for quite awhile. Just as I have.” he chuckled, beginning to tease you. You groaned out, shaking your head in defiance.

“Shut up, I don’t want this at all..” you mumbled, although both of you knew it was a lie.

So .. here you two were. Izuku Midoriya thrusting into you, your hands still tied as he fucked you. You whimpered out, desperately begging for permission to touch him. Every time you did so, he continued to deny you. You cried and begged, pushing yourself onto his dick. “Master!” you whined out. “Please, let me..let me touch you! Let me make you feel good..like you’re making me feel good..” you begged him, eyes wide with dilated pupils.

“Sorry, darling..but this is for you only~” he cooed, thrusting into you faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you yelled out, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. You were so overstimulated. You had already cum three times .. how had he not cum himself yet? Just as you asked yourself this question, he leaned over your shoulder to whisper to you.

“Darling, I’m close. Why don’t you cum with me, hey? Cum with me, darling.” he spoke softly, and you couldn’t help but obey his command. Once he had begun cumming, you immediately followed without absolutely no hesitation.

After a few moments, he sighed deeply and pulled out of you. “Shit.” he chuckled. “You look pretty hot, hey? Can’t let anyone see you like that though..so here.” he hummed, taking off his jacket and handing it to you. “Just until you get back to your house,” he winked at you.

“Shut up, Izuku.” you huffed, crossing your arms after you had put on the jacket to cover up. However, a small smile graced your lips. What an unexpected turn this had been in the end.

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Villain Izuku Falling for You

Villain Deku finding you and falling for you - kinda love at first sight to be honest. @izukuisbaby requested this. I hope you love it, babes!!

Note: Fem alluded reader, chubby reader friendly! Izuku gives the nickname "Dumpling" to reader. Mention of blood and fighting in the beginning.

Izuku Midoriya held his shoulder in pain as he trudged through the park. His shoulder was dislocated and the cuts on his legs were starting to become more and more painful with each passing minute. He had barely gotten out of a fight with the Number One hero, The explosion hero Dynamight. The only reason he escaped with his head still on his shoulders or without being cuffed back to Tarturus was because Midoriya knew exactly how to play his old classmate.

Midoriya had thought he would have gotten used to it by now. Used to all the fighting and injuries but it never got easier. A life of crime was never easy but at the exact same time it was fun. Being the one to not hold back, being the one to be powerful and not have others look down on you. Midoriya stopped by a bench as exhaustion hit him. He sat down, looking up at the sky.

He chuckled tiredly as his breathing slowed down. The adrenalin in his veins had reduced and the hum of pain from his injuries slowly returned. Fighting his old childhood friend always made him smile. It was an addictive feeling that he craved. Seeing the anger in Bakugou’s red burning eyes. Watching the hero so close to crumbling in front of him.

It was mental torture fighting Midoriya.

Midoriya knew how traumatic it must have been for any of his old U.A friends to go against him, which made everything so much more fun. It made it all worth it. Watching the way their faces would fall in horror as he killed people like it meant nothing to him. Watching them foolishly run off of emotion and not think it through. It was like watching his favourite scene of a movie on loop.

Did he feel bad?

Such a question made him laugh.

Bad? Definitely not. He pitied them. He pitied the fact that they couldn’t see what the commission was doing. What U.A did. What society had done. He pitied them and what they thought they could be. He was foolish to think he could have been a hero. Bakugou taught him that. Drilled it into his skull from the age of five.

He was just living off expectation and madness.

Although he looked and felt like shit, Midoriya felt like he won a billion Yen. Around his neck, protected was a flashdrive. A flash drive with information on Tarturus. Information to get his half brother Tomura Shigaraki out of Tarturus. All he needed to do was contact his group and get the hell out of the park. Even though he was a villain and enjoyed tormenting the people of japan and their heroes, he also was a law abiding real estate owner.

Well.. semi-law abiding.

He just needed to contact one of his guys about his location and he wouldn’t have to be sitting here freezing and bleeding. But his disposable phone was long destroyed and he didn’t know where the closest phone booth was.

Moving was too much of a risk of getting spotted and he was injured.

Midoriya had closed his eyes for a few seconds when he felt something poking him. He tiredly opened his eyes. It was raining. Softly enough that he hadn’t woken up when rain had fell down on his face. He got poked in the cheek again. He turned his head around to see a woman. She looked down at him with concerned eyes and a soft face. He hadn’t seen such a gaze directed to him in a long time.

“Sir… are you alright?” She asked. Worry laced her voice as she stood above him. She held a black umbrella that kept her dry as well as his face. “You’re bleeding.” She gasped as she noticed the open wounds on him.

Midoriya was silent for a few moments as you visually assessed him. This was the first time he ever saw you before. You looked old enough to know who he was. To look on the news every night and see his face as one of Japan’s most wanted criminals. There was NO way you didn’t know he was a villain yet here you were. Wondering if he was alright.

Midoriya chuckled as he adjusted his seating. “Yah, I noticed, Dumpling.” He gave you a tired smirk, looking up at you with emerald green eyes. You noticed his eyes. They were a beautiful colour but they seemed almost dull. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” He asked you in a hushed voice of mockery. “Especially the bad ones?”

Your grip on the handle of your umbrella tightened. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that killing was bad?” You asked him with an innocent look and a tilt of your head. A small hint of a smile ghosting your lips. Midoriya raised an eyebrow in intrigue. You had balls, that was for sure. To say that to a villain who was known to be dangerous and deadly and thinking you could get away with it, took guts. He scoffed, seeming to take a liking to you. You smiled at the look on his face. Amusement, not anger. “May I help you?” You offered him a hand.

Your hand was smaller compared to his. Your hands were clean of blood. Clean of innocent lives. Yours looked like the new start of a great story not the sad ending of a broken one.

Midoriya took your hand and from that moment on, you had revolved around each other.

Now at first Midoriya didn't think much of it especially when you took him to your sweet apartment in a rather dangerous part of the city and cleaned up his wounds. He was skeptical of you of course, but he also knew he could kill you easily and he wouldn't exactly define you as a threat. Therefore, he was relaxed. So after giving him a warm meal and a cup of tea, Midoriya made the rookie mistake of falling asleep on your couch.

When he awoke he found himself still on your couch, it was the next day and you had left. You left a plate of breakfast for him on the coffee table with a note telling him that you had gone to work.

His initial thought was how stupid you were for leaving a wanted criminal in your house unattended but then he couldn't help but still admire how nice you were. How good you were. You had no reason to help him and yet here he was. Alive, fed, having slept and not in Tartarus. Of course your shitty apartment wasn't the most welcoming thing to come home to but beggars can't be choosers.

Midoriya left, leaving your apartment cleaner than he found it and managed to make a call for Todoroki to find him.

Now finding again was by pure incident. He was walking by a café (obviously), his hood pulled over his head and sunglasses on, when at the corner of his eye he saw something. You. Unexplainably perfect you. You were serving a customer, a soft look on your face as you placed down the cup of coffee for them.

Midoriya hadn't been able to get you out of his head since he left your apartment. He hadn't tried going back to check up on you just based off of common curtesy in his eyes. He didn't want to bring you any unwanted attention, but he also couldn't stop thinking about how soft your hands were or how nice your meals tasted or how you looked at him with soft eyes that he only ever still saw with his mother.

Deciding to pop in to say hello, he trudged his way into the cafe. Walking towards the counter, there was another barista working behind the counter.

"Welcome, what can I get for you?" They asked.

He looked up at the menu then back down to them. "Chocolate Mocha. Venti... and a blueberry muffin."

Midoriya noticed you pause for a moment as you worked on another order. You looked back to see him, but he didn't look at you. The barista typed on the monitor. "Alright. Name for that order?"

"Shoto." Obviously he wasn't going to give his real name. It was better to use his friends name. Of course, Todoroki wouldn't agree, but he wasn't here to scold him on it.

"Cool, we'll have your order ready in no time."

"Thank you." Midoriya stepped to the side by the counter.

He watched you move easily, light on your feet as you finished up the order. You turned to face the counter he was leaning against. You turned the cup towards you to look at it. "Reji!" You called out. Said customer took their order with a kind smile from you. You then turned your attention to Midoriya. You shot him a kind smile. "It's nice to see you again, stranger." You said, turning to work on his order next.

Midoriya couldn't help the small amused smile that went up to his lips. "I wanted breakfast." He stated.

You hummed. "Alright then. Well, you made a good choice on the blueberry muffin. I just made them this morning." You told him as you moved to take out the muffin slipping it in some packaging to go. Once you had finished his order, you put it between the two of you. You raised an eyebrow. "Shoto?" You asked not quite convinced that it was his name.

He smiled as he took the cup in his large hands. He moved to take a sip. "In the flesh." He glanced at your co-worked who was still taking orders before looking back down to you. He moved his sunglasses up to look at you properly. You were once again met with then intense and mind numbing gaze of his. Strong emerald eyes that hid a rush of dangerous that ran down your spine. He smirked. "Maybe if I like the muffin..." He spoke hushed, his voice dropping an octave just for you to hear. "I'll come back and tell you my real name, dumpling."

You smiled as you looked at him. "What makes you think I want to know you're real name?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow.

He shrugged. "Wouldn't you want to know the name of the person you saved?"

"I don't know..." You pretended to think. "I don't think my boyfriend would like me interacting with you."

He scoffed. "You don't have a boyfriend."

"And why do you say that."

He smirked properly, his white teeth gleaming at you. He leaned down closer to you. "You wouldn't be looking at me the way you are, if you did."

You paused turning away to grab the cup of the next order.

He chuckled, turning around, slipping his glasses down onto his nose as he grabbed his muffin. "See you later, dumpling."

Since then Midoriya always popped by the café. Maybe he would sit down with you after his shift or simply walk you home, but he was now enamored by you as he gravitated around your being.

Sooner rather than later, Midoriya once again realized that life was short. Especially the life of a villain. And God know what would happen if anyone found you and he had no way of helping you. So he quickly asked you to be his. To be his darling and let him hold you tight. To shower you with everything he could ever give you so that you would never have to worry again.

So you took a chance.

You took a risk.

You said yes to a villain, and allowed him to hold you close and kiss you sweetly.

Midoriya made money outside of villain work and even with the villainy, he had people who owed him and men who worked for him. He was pretty well off. More than comfortable (no matter how illegal the actions he had to do to get there were.) Best believe, he would shower you in gifts. Move you out of your shitty apartment and into his, where he could come back to you everyday and so could you come back to him. Although he didn't like you working, especially knowing you were his, you still wanted to be at the café.

It didn't stop him from keeping men around you at all times or insuring that no matter what, the hero commission didn't find out about you.

Or that's how he wanted it to be.

Until Dynamight walked into your cafe.

-Glitch1d

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msfantasy-anime · 11 months

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Something Stupid

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

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

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

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

You would commit a crime.

He would chase you.

You would escape.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was something just oh so delicious about it all.

Corrupting the international hero everyone loved.

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

These are the dirty thoughts that plague your mind regularly.

But atlas this is just a mere fantasy.

Deku would never sink to that level.

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

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

This night you were really hoping not to see him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sudden blush shoots across your face.

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I- d-didn’t mean too!”

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

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

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

This was fun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was funny.

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

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

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

This scene was filthy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Too-too much!” He whines.

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

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

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

It was so fucking unbelievably hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His heart sinks in his chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry for-“

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

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

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What would happen if instead of deku choosing his wide he choose shoto instead what would happen to his wife would he still go after her how would it play out too.

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Yandere DekuWife Alternate AU

by u/ryuutoshi2

What would have been if Deku had chosen Shoto? The former hero in training was rising in notoriety alongside him. Always there. Always supporting. He knew Deku as well as he knew Izuku. Unshakeable in synergy it felt right to choose him. Choose him over his first true love, who seemed oblivious to all his telling actions. Oblivious to the painful yearning of watching you blindly trample his desires. And the way you cheered him on when he shakily admitted his relationship with some mysterious gent.

“That’s…wonderful Izu! I’ll have to meet him one day!”

You wouldn’t. It would be then that he abandoned the civilian identity to be the largest supervillain to date: Deku. Hand-in-hand with his villain lover as they collectively brought chaos to the world of heroes. Only the inner workings of the UA could suspect who he was and some would follow him. A closed incident that would lead the few who cared: Inko and you to mourn Izuku Midoriya.

“...All he wanted was to be a hero…”

“Maybe in his own mind…he was…”

His heart still yearned for you to hide crumpled photos whenever Shoto entered the room. To him, it was just the pains of withdrawal. A simple case of breaking his routine of obsession, instead of obsessing with someone who so quickly reciprocated that same level of affection. For years he’d fight it, drowning out his thoughts and memories of you with lust, mass violence, and diabolical schemes that would bring despair to the heroes he frowned upon.

It happens by chance that he’s undercover in the daylight of the city. Smirking to himself as he passes a small-time hero on patrol. This information grab would be easy. An orchestrated diversion that would put him in the position to grab the data in a populated place while his beloved counterpart attacks. It plays on the hero's weakness: the protection of civilians. It would have been perfect.

“Alright, Mister what can I help you with?”

At the front desk of the intelligence, the employee he was supposed to subdue was you. Grown and gorgeous as the day he left, was (Y/n) (L/n). The woman he spent years chasing and fantasizing over.

He’s starstruck. Stuttering and flapping his lips as he’s reduced to the sweaty, overheating, obsessed dork you couldn’t see the feelings of. Ever patient you don’t rush him as he struggles to do anything–eating into the time he should have spent completing the mission.

The sound of rubble crashing and the distorted laughter of his lover–Pyrodast rang out. The screaming and running began, and the swarm of panicked employees created the perfect chaos to steal those documents. But he let himself be pulled by you, tucking him under your desk as you dutifully pressed a hidden button.

“Alright sir. Please stay here I’ll handle this!”

He was so caught up fawning over your determined glare he almost didn’t catch what you said. Reaching out to hold onto your arm, worriedly pleading that you don’t leave him. And like something out of a dream you hold his shoulder rubbing soothingly. Flashing a smile he feared he’d forgotten.

“It’s alright I can handle this,” You reached your other hand past him unintenionally caging him. He fluttered his eyes fully prepared to lean into you and capture your lips only to be reawoken when you pulled back. Letting you stand up straight with a darker look on your face and sleek hi-tech power gun. Holding the weapon with ease you cocked the barrel continuing to smile the way only you did.

“Besides, both me and my husband are heroes!”

With that you began firing away, immediately making contact with high powered villain judging by the pained grunt. Alarmed and completely in shock he disobeys your command watching as his not so past love expertly dodges the stray pits of steam and fire from his current love. Moving with the agility and speed of a spider you distribute tear gas bombs to blast in the villain’s face. You duck out of the way for most of his confused attacks, seemingly almost subdued when the gloved hands of Shoto reach for your head.

Izuku has half a mind to scream out and he does. Drowned out by a resounding explosion, the hero’s defense gives you the opportunity to roll out of the way. More heroes quickly arrive on the scene, sending Pyrodast into a desperate escape.

Hurriedly coming from behind the desk he tries to spot you among the rubble left in their wake. And like the sun at the break of dawn, you rise nearly unscathed and yawning all the while. Stretching as though you just woke up from a successful nap you smile in the direction of the tattered hole of the building.

“Man, Suki great timing! You just barely missed my amazing defense!”

“Tch! Like I said before you shouldn’t need to do ‘amazing defense’! Just leave the hero work to me, detective!”

“Aw Suki, you’re just jealous I’m so good at my job! I just can’t retire!”

“Grrrr!”

“Kehehehe~!” Watching you tease the explosive hero, laugh at his glare, and insults stung. Too much like old times, he’d been overwhelmed by that tight-knitted jealousy that came with everyone who should speak to you. Specifically with this man. Even more painfully surreal, in tears of his own, he watches you pull out a silver and black band. Slipping it around your ring finger and fiddling with it as you prodded at the hero’s patience. He notices the way those red eyes look at you with a satisfied fondness that didn’t exist way back when.

It's then that he recalls your words…it makes him shudder. With disgust? with malice? with envy? The pure incessant desire to murder? Katsuki Bakugo was who you were married to the hero who had saved him from judgment on the account of a last favor before continuing to pursue him alongside the board of heroes. He didn’t think he could hate the hero more. He was wrong and if he hadn’t been pinged by a worried Shoto he would have killed him. Stabbed from the back at speeds you’d barely register but he didn’t.

Wobbly and downcast, he returned to the rendezvous point letting Shoto handle the report for the day. Heterochromatic eyes flashed worriedly toward the no longer disguised Deku. It wasn’t long before they shed their masks and latex, settling into their afternoon routine within the highrise home officially owned by the former hero tycoon Shoto Todoroki.

He didn’t need to speak. Simply leaning over to rest his chin on Izuku’s head as he held his lover by the waist. Sniffing the dyed locks he gets so lost he almost forgets what he originally asked. Or how Izuku doesn’t turn around to wrap his arms around his neck.

Instead, Izuku leaned back, letting his head rest on the front collarbone of Shoto. He couldn’t share this most jarring discovery, not while his thoughts were still jumbled. When he finally knew how he felt then he’d tell Shoto, so they both wouldn’t make irrational decisions.

A shame he’d forgotten how deeply in-tune his lover was with his struggle.

The moment he realizes his Izuku is sleeping in he zeroes in on the exact moment for the shift in moods. Calling his covert underlings to retrieve the camera footage of the building. Unfortunately the cameras had been wiped supposedly taken away after the visit of some group in black suits. Thanfully his team was able to kidnap lightly apprehend a civilian with an undeleted video of the incident.

“So this is…them?”

As Izuku’s closest confidant for years, lending his ears to his romantic woes was a given. Already bonded by the intimacy that came with villainy it was easy to slip himself into his arms. Whispering in his ear and sharing each other’s breath, Shoto made himself the prime owner of Izuku’s heart. Or so he thought. He once tried to track you down before, fully prepared to use the family hitman to guarantee Izuku’s love. But Izuku’s smart, keeping you nameless and eluding Todoroki's covert operation team.

But now that there’s a video albeit grainy he now knows who you were. The wife of Katsuki Bakugo, a position highly covetted by celebrities and teens. It seemed like a covert marriage considering official registrars had him married to some nameless character. But the video has you smiling, teasing Deku's mortal enemy. How dare you?! After putting Izuku through all that stress and dethroning him in Izuku’s heart. With a roll of his eyes he makes a call and it's with one thing in mind.

To kill (Y/n) Bakugo.

Which would prove a difficult feat when half his team was out of commission or under arrest. Needless to say he killed them before they could spill but your invulnerability was a problem. Somehow involved with some of the highest forms of government it was hard to know what your official title was or how you could so easily debillitate his team. But that wouldn’t be a problem for the openly vengeful Pyrodast who could easily put a bounty on your head. But alas the news didn’t even bother to cover the mysterious disappearances of the newest up and coming villains. Shoto Todoroki didn’t lose. Pyrodast wouldn’t lose. He couldn’t believe that. But he would say he was stumped almost completely losing sight of his original goal. Getting too caught up in a rivalry created all his own he committed days to locking himself away quickly shutting his monitor off when Izuku came to check on him.

“Sho-honey are you doing okay? Those bags under your eyes haven’t gone away yet.”

“Y-yeah I’m fine. J-just trying to tie a loose-end.”

“Well…okay.”

He digs his nails into his desk as he watches his love slink back out of his office. Alright, that’s it! He’s putting an end to this himself, he’s spent too many resources trying to take down someone who should have been a minor kill. So he suits up in the darkness of his office expecting to turn around and pull that green book on the far end of the–

“Well Pyrodast, it’s been a while since I’ve had a man chase after me so earnestly!”

Quickly turning on his voice modulator he whips around finally seeing the woman he’d been trying to kill for so long. Brandishing a glowing saber and wearing a latex suit under a stylish trench coat, your outfit certainly left much nothing to the imagination.

“Hmmm are you here to return the favor?”

“Only half-way I guess! I’ve always wanted to fight against someone with the Todoroki style.”

Gritting his teeth from behind the mask, he felt the hiss of the recorder as he yelled.

“I HAVE NO CONNECTION TO THAT NAME!”

“Of course not, the public doesn’t already theorize about your true nature at all!”

“GRAAAGH!”

The battle is intense and Pyrodast makes every attempt to burn you alive but your agile wuick and you use your weapon to cut through the titanium leather of his suit. All the while you’re laughing still flashing that stupid smile even as he slams your body into an adjacent cabinet. More times than he could count did you have him pinned and forced to endure your punches and infuriating flicks. By the time he was pinned down once again he was too tired to pull himself up, simply reeling at the controlled penetration of your saber into his bulky mask.

Feeling the seering heat of the laser he’s fully prepared to lose his nose but immediately you retract your blade. Jumping off of him to skip to the door, you hum to yourself. Waving your fingers like a conducter would the crescendo come when the door is slammed open by Izuku himself.

“Shoto! What the he–”

“Oh my! I didn’t expect to see you! Let alone living!”

Izuku’s eyes widen as he looks to you and the nearly unmasked Pyrodast heaving on the floor. Without thinking a blush comes over his freckled face and he begins to sweat.

“(Y-y/n)!? Uhm–I–ugh!”

You walk past him unknowingly filling his nose with your scent to have him unconsciously leaning in your direction.

“Don’t talk to me, I don’t know how I feel about this just yet but at the very least keep your hubby in check? You can only replace limited edition glass china so many times.”

Speaking so nonchalantly, Izuku once again froze in his place, jumping to attention when Shoto was attempting to lift himself up. Running to his side he supports him as he attempts to angrily shout at you.

“I’LL-Ack! I’LL k-kill y-y-ou–agh! ONE DAY-ugh!”

“Sh-Pyro?!”

“Yeah yeah just know I’ll be sending an invoice for the damages you cost me. Toodles.”

As suddenly as you came you left pulling the green book on the bookcase behind you letting yourself take the tube directly to Pyrodast’s office lair. With a gust of wind you're gone leaving the villains to stew in your wake. Shoto struggled to tilt his head up, wounded by the overwhelming blush and needy look on Izuku’s face. And In pain and sheer jealousy he screamed into the sound-proofed office.

“(YYYYYYYYYY/////////NNNNNNNNN)!!!!!!”

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“You look happy, case go alright?”

“Yup the lead was on the money and I even met an old friend in the end!”

“An old friend? Friend or foe?”

“Hmmmm who can say…how was your day, Suki-cracker?”

“Usual. Real quiet. By the way, those ghost peppers you ordered came in!”

“No way! Gimme! Gimme! It’ll be my celebration candy!”

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