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I'm Sorry Kiss - Katsuki Bakugo
A/N: Based on a dream I had where I got into a fight with Bakugo and ended up in the hospital. I know that Bakugo rejecting someone because he wants to focus on being a hero is kinda overdone but it was the first thing I thought of and I tried to embellish it. Also, I know that Dynamight is his official hero name, but I refuse because I like Ground Zero better. Gender neutral!reader. PS, I generally suck at fight scenes, and I’ve never written for any of the pros before, so I apologize if anything seems off. Words: 3,410
“Bakugo… I like you.”
Bakugo Katsuki stared at the confession in his hands. The letter was long, nearly three pages front-to-back, and the paper was beginning to wrinkle from the intensity of his grip.
How did this happen?
You’d insisted upon befriending Bakugo during first year, despite having been placed in class 1-B and therefore hardly getting to spend time with the blond. You found ways around that; sparring sessions, homework nights, even the occasional movie night in the 1-A common room. You’d spent so much time around Bakugo that they’d adopted you as an honorary classmate, and they were ready to crown you royalty when you’d shown up for one particular game night with the explosive blond in tow. You’d become friends – close friends. Bakugo supposed he hadn’t minded that. But now, here you stood, two years later, presenting him with a letter of your true feelings.
“Uh… Bakugo?”
How could you let that happen? How could he?
“I’m going to be the number one hero,” he murmured gruffly, refusing to meet your eyes. The spark of hope that sat in your chest flickered weakly in response to his tone. You’d spend enough time around Bakugo to know his moods from a single grunt, and right now, he didn’t sound particularly enthused.
“I’m going to be number one,” he repeated. “I can’t do that if I let extras like you weigh me down.”
The flame in your chest was extinguished in an instant, suffocated by the stomp of Ground Zero’s boot. “Bakugo, I-“
“I don’t want to hear it,” he grumbled. His voice was low, nearly unrecognizable. It was a tone you’d never heard from him.
“Just go,” he growled, turning away from you. All you could do was stare at his back as he stalked down the hallway, footsteps heavy with anger. Tears bubbled in your lash line, blurring your vision, but you choked them back, standing pathetically in the middle of the hall.
The rest of the school year blurred into one muddled block of time. Your visits to the 3-A dorm had ceased nearly immediately upon Bakugo’s rejection of your feelings. You passed your friends in the hallway every now and then, and you didn’t shy away from a sparring match during mixed training days, but you kept your distance from Ground Zero and avoided discussing what had happened to your friendship. Mina and Kirishima had known the cause of the rift as soon as you stopped coming around, and they offered sympathetic glances and attempted words of encouragement whenever your classes trained together.
Graduation sneaked up on you before you’d even realized the school year had ended. You walked through the ceremony in a haze, barely tuning into the speeches and announcements. Friends, classmates, and pro heroes congratulated you on your success, as well as your impending position at Fatgum’s agency. You could only hope that Bakugo had accepted a job literally anywhere else, preferably at an agency that rarely interacted with Fatgum.
You weren’t working at the agency long before you were called to join Fatgum on patrol. Your heart hammered inside your chest as you strolled beside the BMI hero down the streets of Esuha City, keeping your eyes out for any lurking danger. This was your first patrol as a fully-fledged hero, and you were determined to make a good impression.
“So, (hero/n),” Fatgum beamed beside you, “what made you choose my agency? Word around the hero ranks is that you had quite a few offers by the time you graduated!”
“Oh!” you fumbled in surprise, heat rising to your cheeks. “Well, I’ve always admired you, Mr. Fatgum, sir. The way you always keep such a positive attitude even in the midst of a dangerous battle is inspiring. A lot of pro heroes are really intimidating, but you’re more genuine than that.”
“Aw, thanks kid! You’re making me blush!” the hero let out a laugh. “But please, just call me Fatgum! No need for that ‘Mr’ nonsense. You’re working with me, after all!”
“Not to be pedantic,” you countered, lifting a hand to scratch awkwardly at the back of your neck, “but technically I work for you.”
Fatgum shook his head. “I know a lot of pros see it that way; they like having subordinates to boss around. But you’ve seen how I interact with Suneater, haven’t you? I like to think of you guys as colleagues rather than employees.”
“I appreciate that si- Fatgum,” you replied with a soft smile. “That’s another reason I chose your agency. You respect all heroes, regardless of their rank or experience.”
Before he could respond, a scream sliced through the otherwise quiet afternoon. You shared a look with the BMI hero before you both took off towards the sound, the local citizens parting the way as you approached. The source of the scream was revealed to be a young woman, maybe a few years older than you, cowering on the pavement beneath a much larger man. Your footsteps alerted him to your presence, and he spun on his heel to face you and Fatgum. His mouth was open, his large tongue hanging down to the ground, tapered at the tip and barbed all the way down. His face appeared disfigured, his eyes pitch black and his jaw unhinged.
“He looks like something out of a sci-fi movie,” you commented, grounding your feet and preparing to activate your quirk.
“Keep your distance,” Fatgum warned. “That tongue looks like a long-range attack, and I don’t think those spikes would be too comfy.”
You nodded in agreement as the man, if he could even be called such, screeched at you, the sound akin to a pterodactyl. Looking lower, you found long claws taking place of his fingers, and a thick reptilian tail extended from his backside. Fatgum stood tall and firm as the mutated villain lunged forward, tongue extending to wrap around the hero’s frame. Once he collided with the hero’s belly, he bounced backwards, landing roughly on the ground. You dashed to the side, out of the villain’s sight, to check on the woman whose scream had caught your attention.
“Are you hurt?” you asked her quietly, checking for any obvious injuries.
“I’m okay,” she insisted. “You two came just in time. I think he was about to eat me!”
You took her hands in yours, helping her stand. “Get as far away from here as you can. We’ll take care of this guy.”
She nodded and bowed her head in thanks before running down the street, blending into the crowd. Just as you turned around, the mutated man turned his attention towards you, having lost interest in his one-sided fight against Fatgum. You could see tears in Fatgum’s costume, evidence that the reptilian villain had attempted quite a bit of damage. But now his focus was on you, and you barely had time to jump out of the way before his barbed tongue lashed towards you. You activated your quirk, but before you could charge in with a single attack, the villain spun around, his tail sweeping the ground where you stood, knocking you off your feet.
Fatgum charged forward, enveloping the villain with his fat and restricting his movements. The villain screeched again, leading you to weakly cover your ears before a flapping sound echoed through the air. Your gaze lifted to find what appeared to be another mutated man in the sky, flying with large, leathery wings. Upon spotting his restrained comrade, he dove down towards Fatgum, his sharp beak-like face stabbing into the hero’s shoulder. Fatgum grunted, stumbling backwards from the impact.
You rose to your feet, ready to rush to his aid when something wrapped around your torso. Looking down, you found what appeared to be scaled fingers as long and thick as your leg secured around your body. Struggling against its grasp, you turned your head to look behind you, coming face-to-face with a third disfigured villain.
Lunchtime found Ground Zero and Red Riot sitting on the roof of their shared apartment building, bento boxes packed by one Bakugo Katsuki in hand.
“What happened between you and (y/n), man?” Kirishima inquired suddenly and with all the subtlety of a stampeding elephant.
Bakugo fixed his garnet gaze on the sky above them. “We’re not friends anymore.”
The redhead huffed a humorless laugh. “Yeah, I know that. I want to know why. You two used to be tight; tighter than you and me, and that’s saying something.”
The blond remained silent.
Kirishima watched his friend, coworker, and roommate for a moment. “What? Did they confess to you, or something?”
Bakugo’s gaze fell to the food he no longer had any desire to eat.
Kirishima’s own eyes widened. “Shit, man. Isn’t that a good thing? You’ve been in love with them since that first movie night they convinced you to join.”
The blond quickly turned towards his friend, brows furrowed as though he hadn’t been obviously pining over you for three years.
The redhead laughed, loud and genuine. “Did you think us extras didn’t notice? You never joined movie night for anyone, not even me. Plus, you let them sit on your lap, and you were practically vibrating when they fell asleep on you. Everyone knew how you felt about them, except for them. And maybe you.”
Bakugo’s expression turned sorrowful and his eyes fell back to his lap. “I know how I feel about them,” he murmured, his voice lacking its usual gravelly edge. “I didn’t want to admit it, but I know.”
“Then why didn’t you accept their confession?” his friend questioned lightly. When Bakugo didn’t respond, Kirishima exhaled a sigh. “You gave them the ‘number one hero’ speech, didn’t you?”
The explosive hero flinched. That was all the response Kirishima needed.
“When are you going to stop using that bullshit excuse to push people away?” he demanded. When Bakugo faced him with wide, surprised eyes, he continued. “You’re going to be number one hero. Everyone knows that. Why can’t you be number one while having a loving partner at your side? (y/n) has always supported you, even back before you were social. They understand how important this is to you. And I know how much you care about them. Why push them away?”
“That’s not why,” came Bakugo’s soft response. “That’s what I told them, but that’s not why I rejected them.”
Kirishima waited, quietly and patiently, for his friend to continue, knowing that encouraging him would only make him shut down.
The blond inhaled deeply before speaking again. “I’m going to be the number one hero,” he reiterated, and the hardening hero knew that it wasn’t just his ego talking now. “What if they get hurt? Being close to me means that villains can use them as leverage, or worse. And it’s like you said - they were there before I was social, when I thought everyone was just in my way. They don’t deserve that. They deserve to be with someone nice, someone like Deku maybe, someone who doesn’t treat them the way I did.”
Only Kirishima ever saw this side of Bakugo - vulnerable, honest, insecure. He knew there was always more to Bakugo’s emotions than the explosive, sandpaper surface.
“That’s exactly why they deserve you, and you deserve them,” he responded softly, earnestly. “You’ve never cared this much about how you treat anyone. You’ve grown so much since our first year at UA, man. You’re a mature hero now, and when you become number one, you’ll have the power and resources to protect people like (y/n). Do you think they would have confessed to you if you were still that antisocial asshat from first year? They’ve watched you grow as a person, grow closer to them. And then you just ripped all of that away.”
Bakugo flinched again. He knew that rejecting your confession must have gutted you, if how miserable he felt about it was anything to go by. But before he could fathom a response, a distress call came in through their earpieces.
“All nearby heroes summoned to Esuha City,” came Fatgum’s staticy voice, and Bakugo’s heart raced in his chest. “(hero/n) and I were attacked, and when the villains realized they couldn’t hurt me, they all launched at (hero/n). I need someone to take them to the hospital while the rest of us take these villains down.”
Bakugo’s heart dropped to his stomach. You were hurt. He jumped to his feet, Kirishima following suit, leaving their bento boxes unopened on the rooftop as they sped to your location.
The steady beep of your heartrate monitor echoed in the otherwise silent hospital room. Ground Zero sat, still in his hero costume, in an uncomfortable chair beside your bed. His elbows rested on his knees as he hunched forward, holding his forehead in his hands. He’d refused to leave the hospital after reluctantly handing you over to the staff so that they could tend to your injuries, demanding an update on your progress every half hour. Were he not a newly popular hero, security would have escorted him away. Thankfully, Red Riot stayed close by to keep the explosive hero grounded while they waited for the doctors to finish patching you up.
As soon as you’d been assigned a room, Bakugo had stationed himself at your bedside and refused to leave. Friends and colleagues had come and gone to check on you as well as Bakugo, knowing that he was irrationally blaming himself for your current state.
“You need to talk to them,” was Deku’s first response upon seeing the blond in your hospital room. Once the villains had been neutralized and Fatgum had been checked over, green hero had made his way as quickly as possible to the hospital to ensure that you had survived your injuries.
“I know,” Bakugo grumbled in response, refusing to look his childhood friend in the eye. He lifted his head from his hands and gazed sorrowfully at your sleeping face, littered with scrapes and bruises. His garnet eyes traveled down your form, taking in the number of bandages and casts wrapped around various parts of your body. He couldn’t help but think if only he’d been there-
“This wasn’t your fault,” Deku commented, his gaze darting between Bakugo’s self-loathing and your peaceful face. “There was nothing you could have done. (y/n) is a capable hero; there were just too many villains. You did exactly what they needed by bringing them here to get help.”
The blond exhaled a deep sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath. “I know.”
A soft gasp sounded in the nearly silent room, and two sets of eyes turned towards you. Your lips were parted and your eyes began to flutter, and Deku took it as his cue to leave. He closed the door behind him, offering the two of you some much-needed privacy.
Bakugo jumped to his feet, but his legs suddenly turned to lead as he attempted to approach your bed. He watched as your eyes opened and you blinked wearily at your surroundings. Hesitation gripped every bone in his body and all he could do was stare helplessly.
Your head turned, catching sight of the blond at your side, and your eyes widened. “Bakugo?” you whispered, your voice raspy. “What are you doing here?”
The sound of your voice was enough for the blond to push himself forward, walking closer until he stood directly beside your bed. His hands gripped at the railing as he looked at you, brows furrowed and mouth agape, his brain struggling to form words.
“I’m sorry.”
Well, shit. He wasn’t planning to jump into an apology. He was hoping to prepare himself a little more first.
Your brow furrowed as you gazed at your former classmate and long-time crush. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”
“Everything,” he exhaled, dropping to his knees as gazing into your tired eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were hurt; when you needed me. I’m sorry I pushed you away when you confessed to me. I’m sorry I just threw away everything we had.”
Your face turned stoic, and Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest.
“You don’t have to apologize,” you murmured softly, your gaze drifting away from the blond. “You didn’t return my feelings. You wanted to focus on being a hero. I understood that; I never blamed you for it.”
Bakugo shook his head. “I lied,” he admitted, and his chest fluttered. “That wasn’t why I rejected you, I was just too afraid to be honest with myself, or with you.”
You turned back to face the explosive hero, eyes widened with surprise and the smallest sliver of hope. “Why... Why did you reject me, then?”
He inhaled deeply, steeling his nerves before holding your gaze. He reached up with one hand, gingerly placing it atop yours, squeezing gently when you didn’t pull away.
“If I’m going to become the number one hero, I’m gonna make a lot of enemies,” he explained, his thumb rubbing across the back of your bandaged hand. “With my personality, the media would be all over any kind of relationship I had. They’d find out everything they could about you, and villains would use that to their advantage. They could hurt you to get to me, and I refuse to let that happen.”
“Bakugo...” you breathed, your heart breaking as you considered how he must have been carrying this weight with him since the day you confessed. You squeezed his hand in return to the best of your ability, drawing his attention.
“Bakugo, you forget that I’m a hero too,” you smiled softly. “I’m already in danger, and dating a pro hero is much safer than dating a civilian. We’d be able to protect each other, and I knew when I confessed to you back at UA that being number one was your only goal, and that it would be a dangerous lifestyle. I still loved you then, Bakugo Katsuki, and I do now.”
“It wasn’t my only goal,” the blond murmured, his gaze dropping down to your joined hands. “My main goal, yeah, but I had another.”
You waited patiently for him to continue, teeth gnawing at your lower lip.
“I always wanted to make you happy,” Bakugo admitted, refusing to meet your eyes. “When I let you drag me to those stupid movie nights, or sit on my lap, or snuggle into my chest. The smile on your face was more than worth dealing with my classmates and their stupid stares.”
He rose to his feet, standing before leaning over your figure. Your eyes followed his every move, your free hand lifting to gently brush his cheek. He inhaled shakily at your touch, his hand coming to cradle your face. He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over yours, and your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmured before finally closing the gap and capturing your lips. A hum sounded in his throat as the feeling of finally kissing you washed over him. You hummed in return, your hand drifting down to tug at the collar of his hero costume.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, and you chased his words with another kiss.
“I love you too,” you responded before opening your eyes and gazing up into his garnet eyes.
“How about I go home and change-“
Bakugo was cut off by your grip tightening on his shirt, your head shaking adamantly. His brow furrowed as he waited for a verbal response.
“You’re not allowed to leave me anymore,” you murmured softly, and he deflated at the expression on your face.
“Okay,” he smiled softly. “I promise.” He took a step back in order to remove his boots. His gauntlets, mask, headpiece, and neck piece had already been discarded during the hours he waited for you to wake up. His boots soon joined the collection on the floor before he turned back to you and watched as you shifted to make room for him in your hospital bed. He crawled in as gently as possible, outstretching an arm for you to lay on. You curled into his chest, careful not to apply pressure to any of your wounds. His arms wrapped securely, protectively around you, and the next time one of your pro hero friends came to check on you, they’d find the two of you fast asleep and wrapped up in each other.
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Fatgum x Gender Neutral Reader
Rainy Day
As rain pattered softly against the glass you couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling. The inner warmth of your small apartment building fogged the inside of the window as the cool droplets collided and raced down the sheer panes of glass as thunder rumbled overhead. Occasionally a bright flash of lightning would streak through the skyline, illuminating the massive silhouette of the city of Esuha, glaring brighter than the neon signs that glowed faintly in the distance.
It was lonely in your appartment as you cuddled under the warmth of your furon, eyes flitting over to the clock and then to the door as you wondered if he was alright out there in this weather. Your head perked up as you heard the telltale jingle of keys at the door before the shimmering knob slowly began to twist and a towering beast of a man entered through the tiny doorway.
Immediately you rushed into his arms, scrambling across the tatami mats as you squished into his lovely quirk, heart filling with warmth as he gazed down with his totoro-like smile his blonde hair a tossled mess under his soaked hoodie.
“It’s nice to see you too gummy bear,” He cooed as he pulled you away from him slightly. “But it’s raining cats and dogs out there and I don’t want to ruin the tatami.”
You smiled excitedly as he removed his soaked jacket and removed his mask, allowing you to more easily see that goregous face of his as he scooped you up into his massive arms and carried you to the couch where he sat down with a deep sigh, letting you sink into the fat of his belly like a cushion.
It was like being hugged by a giant marshmallow, warm skin dipping to fold around you as you clambered over him to give him a loving kiss that he returned gratefully. Taishiro’s comically large hand came out from around his side with what looked like a small bag compared to the sheer size of him.
“I know we haven’t had time to actually go to the store sweetie so I brought back some food from your favorite place! I promise I didn’t eat it without you this time, though that Kirishima boy I was telling you about did steal some of mine to share with his new partner.” Taishiro smiled, putting the takeout box into your waiting hands.
Just the smell of it was enough to make you drool and your stomach to growl as you thanked him lovingly. From there the conversation delved into how your day had gone and how worried you had been about your boyfriend fighting in the storm, it made the roads so much more slippery and dangerous! Taishiro mostly laughed of your scoldings, gently pressing more food into your mouth to get you to stop before he began to coo over how much he loved you in hopes you would forget, which you never did of course.
All in all, it was a perfectly normal, perfectly lovely, rainy day.
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me4gumi-moved · 3 years
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Hi I would like to ask you if you can do one with Fatgum, Aizawa, and Tamaki reaction to their S/O passing out after cumming please
GENRE smut, headcanons
CHARACTERS amajiki tamaki, aizawa shouta,
WARNINGS overstimulation, dacryphilia, use of pet names (bunny), size difference & kink, slight dubcon elements 
NOTE they just get shorter and shorter in this one. i was struggling 😔 and could i mayhaps get requests for other fandoms? i’ve got a bunch of them listed in my rules and would like to write for them and not just bnha
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dom tamaki lives in my head rent free
sir was railing you within an inch of your life and you were nothing but a babbling, drooling mess 😩 whew
he’d had a rough day so y’all were going round after round after round and he was not letting up!!! any breaks between rounds were just long enough for him to get hard again (which didn’t take long) and for you to give him the okay
consent is sexy
he was so caught up in releasing his stress and load that he didn’t notice that after you came (for the billionth time 🙄) you conked tf out
you didn’t even bother to say goodnight smh 🤦
tamaki was stressing the FUCK out so he did the only thing he could think of
call mirio
y’all think i’m kidding but i’m deadass rn
this man calls mirio and tells him that you’re knocked out after y’all fucked for god knows how long
tamaki is all red in the face and mirio is cackling into the phone
“just let them rest, they’ll be alright 😋”
the call didn’t do much to soothe his nerves but he did as he was told and went through the motions of his usual aftercare routine — wiping you down, changing you into clean clothes, tucking you in, and peppering kisses all over your face
king of aftercare (omg should i do aftercare headcanons 😳 someone please request this)
when your eyes flutter open, glazed with tiredness, tamaki (gently) takes you into his arms and kisses all over your face again.
“i should’ve payed more attention, i’m so sorry. are you okay, bunny?”
“s’okay. ‘m just sleepy.” your voice is barely above a whisper. you were just too tired to speak at a normal volume
now he’s learned to check on you more often :)
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aizawa fucks. hard.
sometimes.
he’s usually pretty sensual or he lets you take the lead (he’s still in control though, never forget that)
but every now and then he gets this itch and the only way to relieve it is to blow your back out 🤷 sorry, he doesn’t make the rules except he does in fact make the rules
he’s an experienced lover so he knows exactly how to make you see stars ✨
even if those stars are in your dreams. this man’s dick is like nyquil.
let’s just say aizawa is no stranger to this situation :)
he’s fucked you unconcious more than a few times and each time he’s stopped going at it, even if he was about cum. his hands work, dont they? 🙄
your comfort is most important to him in the bedroom (and out because he definitely loves you if he’s taking your ass to bed every night) so he wastes no time going into aftercare, even with a hard on.
you dropped this, king 👑
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i’ve never written for fatgum so let’s hope this is good :)
big dick energy? nah HUGE DICK ENERGY. fatgum is hung and nobody can tell me otherwise. there’s no way he isn’t. just seeing it makes you want to pass out because there’s no way that thing is gonna fit
but it does. every time.
honestly you’re on the verge of passing out before he even gets inside of you, having overstimulated you with his fingers and mouth. 
you pass away when he puts it in 
rip in peace you will be missed 
he’s stuck between wanting to keep going or ending it there 
sometimes he keeps going and fucks you awake :) 
other times he just rubs one out and cuddles with you after 
this is so short i’m so sorry
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geminidentitycrisis · 3 years
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Fatgum x F!reader "What a Hero SHOULD do"
Whew.
You guys.
I've been gone a long while, life has been a rollercoaster, but I don't really wanna get into all that noise. Just happy to be in a good place right now.
That said, this was painful to write because I had planned the ending very differently...
I'm not officially in the bnha/mha fandom but, I just got into it recently and wanted to show some love to my favorite Pro!
Hope you guys like it!
I haven't written anything in a while, so please go easy on me...
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(WARNING! Mild angst)
"Hey, Fat...can I ask you something kinda personal...?"
Fatgum glanced down at his young intern with an eyebrow raised, tilting his head in curiosity. "Huh? Oh, sure. What's on yer mind?" he gave an encouraging grin to put Kirishima at ease. The red head craned his neck to look up at his boss, his own mouth twisted into a small frown.
"Have you asked _______ on a date yet...?"
He stumbled a bit but keeps walking, caught off guard by the question, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "Woah, where did that come from?!" he asked in return with a nervous chuckle. "Well..." Kirishima continued "You guys seem really close. The way you look at her when you see her-"
"Hahaha!" the burst of anxious laughter interrupted and Red Riot looked up at Fatgum again in confusion. "You're reading too deep into it, man! We're just friends! Heh..." Toyomitsu tried to act casually, but it wasn't working at all.
Kirishima pouted a bit, deciding to push a little harder.
"...but, I think she has feelings for you, too-" the blonde stopped walking and stared down at him, his blush growing darker and spreading across the bridge of his nose, cutting him off again. "Okay, let's change the topic, huh? Maybe we should go somewhere else for lunch..."
Eyes widening a bit, Red Riot raised both hands defensively and shook his head. "No, no! I'm sorry...I won't mention it again..." his expression became one of defeat and disappointment, shoulders slumping as he continued to walk, staring down at the sidewalk.
With an inward wince, Toyomitsu followed close behind, his own gaze dropping to the ground as well. Silence passed between the Pro and his sidekick for several minutes before Fatgum spoke up again.
"Honestly, she deserves better..." he mumbled.
This was a surprise to Kiri, his mentor was always inspirationally self-confident, it was disheartening to hear such a comment from the man he so deeply admired. He opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself when he remembered that he had already promised to drop the subject.
He felt bad for bringing it up now.
_______ was a sweet lady, she was funny and friendly, vivacious and beautiful, generous, tough and a fantastic cook. All Kirishima wanted was to see them both happy together. When they spotted each other through the window of the diner, their eyes lit up, a smile instantly formed on their lips, they would practically start glowing.
She always ran to jump into his arms, hugging around his neck, never failing to say how she missed him. He caught her every time, hiding his face in her hair as he hugged her back and would say he had missed her too, but especially her cooking!
If that isn't true love, Kiri thought, then what is...?
They finally made it to the diner and stopped outside. Fatgum looked through the window, and when he didn't see ______ anywhere, glanced at Red Riot again with a frown. "Listen, can I count on you to keep that little conversation between us? I don't want ______ to know how I feel..."
"You're not sick, are you??" a soft voice piped up from beside Toyomitsu.
It made both of them jump, startled. Fatgum whipped his head around to see ______ standing there, instead of her pretty smile, her face was flooded with worry at the thought of her Hero being ill or injured.
The Pro forced a crooked grin as the blush returned to his cheeks. "N-no, no, I'm fine! How's it goin'...?" he stuttered weakly.
She was clearly not convinced, the concern in her bright (e/c) eyes only deepened. "C'mon...all this time we've known each other, you think I can't tell when something's bothering you...?" he started to panic a bit but Red Riot swooped in to save the day like the rising star he was.
"Aw, he just had a big breakfast, that's all...he doesn't wanna hurt your feelings if he can't finish lunch." Kirishima answered casually with a lightly teasing undertone, arms crossing over his chest. She looked from him up at Fatgum who responded to her questioning expression with a sheepish grin and shrug.
At this, her smile bloomed in place, eyes twinkling mischievously as she playfully elbowed his broad, squishy belly. "Oh, c'mon! When have you ever left here without takeout, even after filling up?! As if it matters..." she giggled, hopping up into his arms as always, chin resting on his shoulder as she nuzzled against him sweetly.
"I'm just happy you're okay...I missed you!"
Bending at the waist with his arms extended, the blonde caught her effortlessly when she hopped up for the hug, sighing and closing his eyes as he rises to his full height, squeezing the small girl gently.
"Ahh, I'm fine, I'm fine...I missed you too..."
Kirishima gave a soft smile as he watched the exchange, dropping himself into the patio chair where he always sat when they came to the diner.
When he set her down, ________ smiled from him to his sidekick. "Your food should be done soon. It's a new recipe! I hope you guys like it!" then she waved over her shoulder as she walked back inside. Exhaling softly, Fatgum turned to sit as well. He glanced over at Red Riot, blushing a bit, only for it to get worse when he notices the toothy grin he's being flashed.
"...Oh, knock it off..." the pro grumbles, arms crossing and lowering his eyes to the tabletop.
"I didn't SAY anything...~!" Kirishima taunted childishly, arms folding behind his head as he leans back and closes his own eyes. "You didn't have to, punk." Tai shot back in typical big-bro style, reaching out across the table to muss the teens perfectly sculpted hair. "Aw, quit! It takes 40 minutes to set every morning!"
Fatgum chuckled, eyes rolling.
After some minutes passed, _______ returned with another server, both carrying trays of food which they placed on the table in front of the two heroes. "Wow! It looks so good!" they said simultaneously, earning a laugh from her.
"Well, I hope you like the taste even more. It's a cheeseburger-tater-tot-casserole. Dig in!" wasting no time, Kirishima and Toyomitsu start chowing down, both groaning happily around mouthfuls of the meal and nodding in approval. "Mmm...!" _______ laughed again, giving a thumbs up.
"Glad to hear it! I'll be right back with your drinks."
She left again but came back quickly with two pitchers and a cup, putting them between their plates. "Yer an angel, _____." Fatgum said with a grin, taking one of the pitchers and starting to drink from it. Red Riot snickered quietly before sipping his own drink.
"Oh, I just remembered! Check this out!" she said cheerfully, reaching behind her neck and starting to untie her apron. Upon glancing at her and noticing this, Fatgums eyes grew wide and a dark blush pooled in his cheeks, choking slightly on the ice water. "...?!"
Kiri froze, his eyes getting big as well and blushing slightly.
She dropped the top, revealing...
A tank top. With a picture of a sombrero. It said "If you don't like TACOS, I'm NACHO type"
Red Riot started laughing, covering his eyes with a hand as he tipped back his head. "Cute, right?!" she asked enthusiastically, looking from one to the other. Smiling weakly, Fatgum gave a slow nod. "It's great...really clever..." he wondered if steam would rise off him if he poured the rest of the water down his neck.
"Yeah, I knew I had to have it when I saw it. Anyway," she started to fix her apron again. "I'll let you guys finish eating. Let me know if you need boxes and your takeout oughtta be done before you get done with those. Enjoy!" with that, she walked off.
The blonde watched over his shoulder as she left before sliding his plate out of the way, folding his arms on the table and burying his face in them.
Grinning, Kiri nudged his foot under the table. "DON'T. SAY. A WORD." this reply only got him to laugh again, head shaking as he resumed eating. "Whatever you say, boss..." the red head hummed.
Between them, they were able to clear their dishes, waiting by the front door for the takeout, both content and full of tasty food. "Alright, guys. Here ya go! I'm glad you liked lunch, lemme know when you wanna try it again." Tai smiled down at her when she came out, taking the bags gratefully. "Yeah, definitely. Will do!"
______ hugged Kirishima tightly, pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead, surprising him and making him blush faintly since she hadn't done it before. "Be safe, young man, you hear me?" she demanded. He answered with a broad smile and a nod. "Gotcha!"
"Ooh, do I get one of those?" Fatgum asked half jokingly, blushing too. Some color rose up on her cheeks as well, giving him a warm smile as she reached up for the BMI hero.
He put down the food to pick her up again for another hug, chuckling softly when she pressed a tender kiss against his cheek. "Aw, that was sweet!" Kirishima called up to them, earning a swift kick to the ass. "Ow! Hey!" the red head complained, rubbing the spot.
He set her down carefully with a deep sigh. She didn't let go of his arms and he looked at her in confusion. "Please be careful out there, Taishiro...I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you..." he grinned, placing a hand on her head. "I will. I'll be back before ya know it!"
She pressed herself into his tummy, coming nowhere close to being able to wrap her arms around him but she gives him her best hug anyway. The pro didn't have to look at his intern to know he was smirking smugly. He hugged her back before stepping away to grab his bags again. "Well...see ya, _____."
He waved, smiling, then turned so they could head back out. They only took a few steps before Fatgum stopped and glanced back at her over his shoulder.
She was still there, offering another small smile and wave of goodbye.
"C'mon, man! Just go for it! You TOTALLY got this!" Kiri urged desperately. But he was still hesitant. It wasn't an issue of his own self-confidence, but his career. He was so busy that he would hardly have time for you, and the way Toyomitsu saw it, you deserved to be waited on hand-and-foot.
He dreamed about being with you, which meant his worst nightmare would be a villain or criminal using you as leverage against him. It was best to leave things the way they are. It's what he SHOULD do.
A real Hero isn't so selfish as to put their own desires ahead of the safety of those they cherish, he reminded himself. With a heavy heart, he forced a smile to hide the pain and waved back before looking down at the ground and sighing, eyes closing slowly.
"...I just...can't...
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Hit with a quirk! Hawkes X (F) Reader
(Been taking my time to write here and there, thank you so much for your patience and allowing me to take a short break from this series! For context since I haven't updated in a while; the pro heroes awere hit with a quirk that turned them into children and the reader is UA's adolescent quirk development specialist. she works with children regularly and has been called to help monitor the heroes until the quirk wears off. Hint: all of the fics I am writing for this series connect. Enjoy!)
(X)= your name
warnings: none
(I've never written or even read anything for Hawkes or Endeavor before but!...I'll try! I'm actually going to be loosely basing Keigo as a kid off my own little brother, I feel he would have been similar lol)
"Hey man lighten up, you're a walking lava lamp! that shouldn't be hard for ya big guy." Hawkes was hovering at Endeavour's eye level, wearing a smirk as he crossed his arms. Endeavour growled, glaring at the stubborn bird brained hero. "Hey what can I say it was a good burn." He added with a snicker. Endeavor swatted at Hawkes as if he were nothing more than a pesky mosquito. His phone was ringing.
"Silence!" He snapped, "The agency is calling." He answered gruffly; "what is the meaning of this? I am working on a case!"
"About that sir!" A voice nervously responded, "we were just informed that Eraserhead and Present Mic disappeared while in pursuit of a lead? Regarding that villain you were pursuing..." Endeavor growled;
"Do I look like a street patroller?! Just get a hold of Fatgum; tell him, and stop wasting my time we're professionals!" He grumbled under his breath; "since when did we come to a time where pro heroes needed babysitters?" His receptionist quietly explained;
"That's the problem sir...Fatgum as well as his intern were the first ones on the scene; but...they disappeared as well, and never made a report." Endeavor froze; what was this? The league? All for One? He narrowed his eyes.
"I see...the situation is alot more serious than I thought, thank you for notifying me. Ensure that the rest of our units continue as normal but have them on standby if things get out of hand."
"yes sir..." Endeavor hung up.
"Come on Hawkes..." He grumbled. "We have work to do."
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Hawkes was flying high above the air, they were nearing Aizawa and Hizashi's last known location when he heard a loud shout. Keigo stopped, doing a double take. "HEY!" He looked down to see what looked like a group of kids being chased by some wierd looking guy in a purple cloak.
"Pick on someone your own size you psycho!" He shouted, swooping down and kicking the assailant square in the chest. He was knocked back into some garbage cans, making one of the boys cheer.
"Good hit mister!" Hawkes turned with a grin.
"Thanks, don't you worry I'll make sure you get home..." He froze, his eyes wide as he got a good look at the kids. One of the boys was chubby, wih a familiar wide grin. "...Fatgum?..." The kid with shaggy black hair that looked an awful lot like Aizawa suddenly screamed, pointing over Hawkes shoulder.
"HEY LOOK OUT!" The villain suddenly appearing and grabbing Keigo, not to mention Aizawa's shout startled poor Hizashi and he screamed loudly; bringing Keigo and the villain to their knees. In fear, the boy quickly turned and ran.
"Hey, wait!" Keigo tried to stand but the figure in the purple cloak hovered overhead with his boot planted on Hawke's back.
"Come on!" Taishiro quickly lead the others away after Hizashi, "we have to help him!" Hawkes couldnt move as he reached towards the kids.
"Dammit wait!" He froze as he felt a hand on his head.
"Nice try hero!" The last thing Hawkes saw was a cloud of smoke.
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Keigo was aching all over when he opened his eyes, his tiny body picked up like a ragdoll as the villain lifted him by the scruff of his shirt. The rest of the events were a blur, a huge man that looked like a walking roman candle burst in and punched the villain but as he was picked up, the second that Keigo had touched the man's arm he too was surrounded by smoke.
The next thing Keigo knew, he was sitting in a waiting room with a group of other kids. All of them tired, one kid with particularly shaggy black hair was passed out on the tile floor snoring loudly.
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"We made arrangements for Taishiro and Hizashi already; do you think you could handle Takami?"  (X) shrugged.
"Sure, but if he gives me shit when this thing wears off I'm blaming you!" She chuckled, shaking her head. Nezu laughed, walking alongside her to the waiting room.
"Takami?..." (X) called, glancing around the waiting room. Her eyes fell on a kid with small bright red wings wearing a familiar dazed look. Nezu walked Keigo over, explaining that she was going to look after him for a couple days. The small eight year old boy looked right up at (X) with a deadpan expression.
"So I'm staying with that old lady?" (X) narrowed her eyes, even as a child he had a sharp tongue.
"Keep that up and I'll make you take a bath when we get back home." The boy immediately shut his mouth, remaining quiet until they got home. Keigo was very unimpressed upon arrival as he found himself coaxed into getting a bath anyway. Afterwards as he lay in bed with a sweater that was much too big for him  however, even he had to admit he felt much better.
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"I want chicken nuggets!" The boy declared, his feet on the table and his pitiful wings proudly outstretched. (X) rolled her eyes, he had come barreling into her room at 6am begging to be fed. "I'M STARVING!" He had insisted. She glared at him.
"No." Keigo scrunched his face up and crossed his as he crossed his arms.
"Yes!" He snapped.
"I said no." (X) sighed.
"Well...I said yes!" She smirked.
"That doesn't change anything! You can't have chicken nuggets for breakfast, you're not supposed to have your feet on the table so get them off, and get some manners while you're at it.." (X) grumbled, standing up to the sound of the coffee pot announcing a fresh brew of the nectar of the gods. (X) sipped her coffee slowly, mostly black but with a tiny dash of creme.
"I wanna try some!" Keigo hopped off the table, bouncing at her feet.
"Definitely not, now I am going to wash my face and then I'll make us some eggs okay?" Keigo nodded.
"Okay, eggs are good..." He watched (X) leave then slowly turned to the coffee pot.
(X) returned to find an empty mug left on the ground, a half empty coffee pot and Keigo laughing uncontrollably in the next room. She gasped, he was hanging upside down from the ceiling fan. "KEIGO!?" (X) shouted, running to detatch him. As she got closer Keigo's feathers got caught on the pull switch of the fan and before they knew it he was spinning uncontrollably, was flung off through the air against a wall.
The rest of the morning was no better, he was running around nonstop, even flying indoors and sending things sailing. The school owed her a new set of dishes to put it simply.
Eventually (X) admitted defeat, taking Keigo to the nearby park to blow off some steam. "This kid is going to be the death of me..." (X) moaned, leaning back as exhaustion washed over her. She found herself dozing off, her eyes growing heavy snd before she knew it (X) was asleep. It like it had only been seconds when she was woken to the sound of thunder. There was a very light drizzle but it would definitely get heavier.
Everyone else in the park had left, Keigo was standing on the bench beside her. He was attempting to use his tiny wings as an umbrella. "You look tired...can we go home?" (X) smiled, laughing softly.
"Well aren't you sweet. Okay."
Warm clothes, hot bowls of beef stew, and plenty of  cartoons made for the perfect evening. By the end of their third film they had both fallen asleep on the couch, the tiny boy curled up beside (X) with her arms sleepily wrapped around him.
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It was still the middle of the  night when Keigo woke and was back to normal. It was unexpected, considering him suddenly being full size left him with no room on the couch and he loudly crashed to thw floor.
"mm...Takami?..." (X) mumbled, sitting up slowly. She looked at the floor to see Keigo, staring back up her. He could feel his face burning, the memories of the day flooding in.
"uhm...for what it's worth?...I don't actually think you're an old lady..." He mumbled slowly.
(X) smirked, shaking your head. "Come here you idiot..." Keigo curled back up on the couch with her. "So, you're not going to give me shit?" Keigo chuckled, she could feel his voice vibrate as he slowly pulled her into an embrace. His nose and mouth softly nuzzled into the top of her head.
"Maybe I'll wait a couple days first." (X) giggled, her face pressed into his chest.
"Maybe we should go on a coffee date."
Keigo laughed, "oh fuck off!"
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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years
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Grow as We Go: part 8
Hi part 8 mates!
Written portion in between so you know the deal
Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader
Warnings: language and gets a little sad
this occurs a couple weeks after the last chapter
9 Masterlist
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It was weird for you to be up at 7 whatever in the morning. But it was weirder to have someone else be knocking on your door.
“Alright whoever you are, you better have a good reason for being here. I don’t show off my morning look to everyone.”
When you open the door, you’re met with light blue eyes filled with worry and fear. His figure looms over you more than before and you know you’d never forget that blond hair anywhere.
“Monoma?”
The man in front of you, chuckling nervously. It’s a strange thing to you. Monoma had always exuded confidence, despite any disadvantage he might’ve been dealing with. So seeing him so nervous in your presence in unsettling even though it is early.
“I know you’re surprised to see me. I’d be flattered having to see so much beauty this early!”
You couldn’t help the smile of nostalgia that came to your features. Your smile eased Monoma’s uneasiness as he whispers, “that’s the smile I know. Can I come in? It’ll be very quick, I swear.”
You shrug and let him in, handing him a pair of house slippers. You hadn’t thought hard enough about this interaction, not sure how you would even bring up any type of conversation with him. But just like with Hitoshi, it’s high time you truly come clean with your feelings and intentions.
The two of you stand in your kitchen, leaning on the countertop and it reminds you of your days and dates back at U.A. It’s bittersweet, but hopefully all of that will change. 
“You’re probably wondering how I found you?” He sees you nod and goes on. “Well, I have a small mission with Fatgum’s agency, I’m headed there now actually. And-”
“Let me guess,” you interrupt, “either he or Kiri sent you my information cause of my affiliation?”
A knowing chuckle leaves his lips as he remembers how often you’d do that, knowing him full well. “Yeah pretty much. I know I could be using your services at some point so I wanted to meet with you in a less formal setting.”
If this was anyone else who had come to see you so early, you would’ve needed at least 20 extra minutes to unwrap and unroll your hair and prepare it for the day, but Monoma had seen you like this before so you weren’t upset. You fiddle with your fingers, trying to avoid the anxiety rising so you try to not look in his eyes but your eyes settle on his left hand. Specifically his left ring finger.
You gape, “Oh my god are you married?!”
Your question catches him off guard as he looks at his hand.��“Ah yes! I’ve been with Itsuka for almost a year now.”
“Congrats! I always knew there was something between the two of you. I’m really happy for you.”
He flushes, he actually flushes, at your congrats to his marriage. He had been waiting for the right segway and here it is. “Thank you, I really appreciate that. I’ll tell her I saw you.” He pauses to carefully formulate his next words. “She wasn’t the reason I broke up with you. Well I mean, a small part, but not the initial reason!”
You cross your arms, but you weren’t upset. Although the break up hurt, you weren’t caught off guard by it. “It’s okay, Neito, really. I had a feeling... But, what’s the other reason?”
He gives you a calm and reassuring smile, something that looks more common on his features. He seems more relaxed, less of an uptight asshole. “Since we’re being open, I ended our relationship because of Shinsou.”
Your eyes widen at his confession. “Wait,” you stutter, “what? What does Hitoshi have to do with us?”
“Nothing and everything honestly.”
“I’m not following.”
“(Y/n), honey, he was absolutely in love with you.”
He’s gotta be lying, right? You two were merely best friends. Super close, did everything together, deeply cared for each other and had each others backs...There was that one time one student from class B tried flirting with him and you were, strangely upset.
Oh.
“Oh.”
Monoma slouches over. “That’s all you have to say? I reveal why I broke up with you and that’s all you have to say?”
“This is a lot for me to take in! I’m meeting him soon!”
His eyes go wide and a knowing smirk comes to his face. “Is he now? You guys are talking? I have to admit, when you disappeared after I dumped you-”
“Always so sensitive,” you say snarky-like.
“He beat me up. Yeah, gave me this scar on my arm. When you left he didn’t talk to anyone for a while. It was sad. I wanted to reach out but Itsuka talked me out of it. I wish I hadn’t listened to her because his love for you turned to hate so quickly.”
Monoma’s words were breaking your heart. You knew you had hurt Shinsou bit you didn’t know the extent of it. What a double whammy that must’ve been for him. You moved away after being dumped with no explanation. What kind of friend were you?
You feel a lukewarm finger touch your face to wipe a single tear. “Hey, don’t blame this on you. I really did love you, I did. But Shinsou? He thought the world of you, maybe still does. I couldn’t keep hurting two people I care about like that! What kind of man do you take me for?” He got you to laugh with that and that calmed his heart. “You didn’t leave because of that right?”
You shook your head and whisper, “No, it was a family thing. I can elaborate later.”
He nods in affirmation and steps back, giving you space. The air around the two of you felt nice, comfortable. It had been so long since you’ve felt like this with him and it was one other thing you needed in your life. You had talked with Monoma and things with Hitoshi were incredible. Things really couldn’t get any better than this.
You walk him to your door, noticing the time getting closer to his meeting time. You two share a couple of laughs and banter flows easily. You open the door and are about to let him leave, when you tug on his jacket. He turns to you, knowing the gesture and pulls you into a hug. He holds you tightly, caressing your back and swaying you back and forth. His head rests atop of yours like old times and it feels so good. You’re too caught up in the moment to comprehend what’s going on around you.
You pull away and then wave him off. You heart was content. You knew today would be the day you would confess your true feelings.
And hopefully Shinsou would do the same.
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vs-redemption · 3 years
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Hey, im not sure if your requests are open if not ignore this lol but do you think you can do a part two of finding out their unknown child is/was being abused by their mother with Shouto and any other character you would like? (May I ask if Shouto's child could be a girl if it's not too much? Im soft when it comes to him having a daughter🥺) Sorry for being a bother if requests are closed. I can't find where it says if it is or not. Thank you!❤
From Cindy: I’ve written so many of these now! I hope they’re not getting repetitive. It was really nice writing Todoroki (I’ve been thinking about him with a kid recently anyway) And I chose Dabi as the second character because the only other villain I did this scenario for was Shigaraki.
A Surprise Meeting (Todoroki and Dabi meet their abused child)
You can read the same scenario but with Bakugo, Iida, and Aizawa HERE You can read the same Scenario with Hawks, Fatgum and Shigaraki HERE
Warning:⚠️Angst, Child Abuse, mentions of murder/killing⚠️
Shoto Todoroki
Winter was in full effect as Shoto made his way home after his evening patrols. There was a thin layer of snow covering the ground already, and with the rate in which the white fluff was currently coming down, he predicted there would be even more to trudge through when he went to work in the morning. He decides to stop into the nearest convenience store to pick up something hot to eat. He wasn’t particularly cold since he was able to warm himself up pretty well with his quirk, but the pangs of hunger after a long day of work could not be ignored. He sighs in disappointment when he sees that the yakisoba bread is out of stock before going up to the counter and asking for a few steamed meat buns out of the glass case next to the register.
After purchasing his snack he went back outside into the snowy weather to continue his journey home. The sun had already set, so he took his time to enjoy the city streets which were decorated with holiday lights. A small bubble of excitement formed in his chest as he remembered the Christmas party he’d been invited to by one of his classmates from his days back in UA. After graduation, they’d all split up to start their own agencies around the country, so they tried to do something fun once a year as an excuse to see each other again and catch up.
“Mommy, can I have one of those?” the tiny voice pulls Shoto from his day dreaming and he looks across the street to see a mother and daughter making their way through the snow. The girl was really young, no more than five or six years old.
“No!” the mother’s answer comes out harsh and the little girl slumps her head.
“Okay,” the girl sighs and they continue walking. Shoto keeps watching them for moment just out of habit. After all, he was a pro-hero, so it was natural for him to be concerned over a woman and her child waking around after dark.
“Hurry! Up!” The mom suddenly snaps and yanks the daughter forward by the arm. The aggressive behavior makes Shoto flinch, especially when the little girl stumbles over her clunky snow boots and loses her footing. He knew parents lost patience with their children sometimes, but he couldn’t help the memories of his own childhood that resurfaced when he saw things like that.
“Sorry mommy,” the girl yelps when the woman pulls her back up. “But my feet are getting cold.”
“I don’t care if your feet are cold,” the mother lowers her voice. “Walk faster or I’m just going to leave you here in the snow to freeze! What do you think about that?”
Something about the woman’s voice was familiar to Shoto, but he couldn’t see who she was due to the fact she was bundled up in her coat and scarf. The way she treated her child, however, left a sour taste in his mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was his place to interfere though.
“No, please don’t leave me!” The little girl begins to sniffle and struggle harder to keep up with the mother’s pace. She grabs on to the woman’s coat so that she won’t get left behind.
“Stop hanging on me!” The woman whirls around and raises her hand angrily above her head. Shoto can’t stop himself from crossing the street to step in when he sees this. Unfortunately, he doesn’t make it in time to stop the woman from slapping the child, causing her to fall back into the snow while cupping her stinging cheek in her hands.
“Excuse me,” Shoto wasn’t even sure what to say. “Is everything all right?”
“Mind your own business!” The woman turns to face him but her eyes go wide when she sees who’d approached her. Shoto reels back in surprise as well. He knew this woman. He’d been in a relationship with her years ago, but she’d disappeared one day without ever saying why.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” Shoto felt extremely confused. “What happened?”
“I got pregnant,” she shrugs as if that weren’t a huge deal. Shoto’s eyes glance back to the tiny girl who had finally stood up and brushed the snow off her pants. She looks up at him and he feels the air leave his lungs. Her watery eyes were identical to his, and her hair was white with just a single lock in the front which was the same color as her mother’s. He had no idea what to do or say, so he simply reaches into the grocery bag to take out a hot meat bun to hand to her. She snatches up the food eagerly and starts munching away while Shoto looks back at his ex.
“What didn’t you tell me?” He asks, trying to keep all his emotions in check as he processes the information.
“Because I had plans for how I wanted to raise her,” the mother gestures to the girl. “And I didn’t want you to stop me. The people in your family tend to have powerful quirks. I wanted to capitalize on that, and I knew you wouldn’t like it.”
Flashbacks of the torturous trainings Endeavor had put him through as a child played in Shoto’s mind and he found himself getting angry. Just what had this woman done to the daughter he’d never even known about?
“Oh, calm down.” She says, noticing the change in the atmosphere. “It all backfired on me anyway. The girl got her quirk a few months ago and it’s nowhere near as powerful as yours or your father’s. Why do you think I’m back in town? I was planning on dropping her off on your doorstep soon anyway.” Shoto looks back at his little girl, sadness and rage consuming him. It hurt to know that she’d suffered with such a heartless parent for so long, just as he had.
“How could you talk like that about your own child?” Shoto asks, looking back at the mother.
“Don’t waste your time trying to make me feel bad,” She crosses her arms over her chest. “If you want her, take her. Otherwise I’ll find an orphanage to drop her off at.” Shoto was quick to shoot down the second option as he reaches down to lift the girl into his arms and cradle her against his chest. He feels a surge of love chase away the negative feelings in his heart as the small girl snuggles against the warmth of his left side.
He exchanges contact information with the mother so that he could get ahold of her when it came time to do all the legal paperwork that would allow him to adopt his daughter. With her cooperation, hopefully the process would go smoothly.
“Can I have another meat bun?” The girl asks shyly has he makes his way home with her in his arms so she wouldn’t have to be in the snow anymore.
“Yes, you can.” Shoto hands her the entire bag. “From now on, you can have anything you want.”
Dabi
Dabi didn’t always hang out in back alleys in the middle of the night, but when he did it was because the rest of the League of Villains had driven him to a point where, if he didn’t go off to cool down somewhere, he was liable to send them all into early graves. If he was honest with himself, the idea wasn’t without merits. There wasn’t a single one of his criminal comrades that didn’t annoy the ever loving daylights out of him. He had the misfortune though of needing them to achieve his wish of fulfilling the doctrine envisioned by the hero killer, Stain. It was for that one single reason that he didn’t end them all.
His self-imposed solitude worked wonders for a short time. The coolness of the night felt good against the burned flesh on his face and arms, but it was quiet times like these when bitter memories tended to creep into his mind and remind him of the reason he was even in the condition he was. He hated how difficult it was to just get a single moment’s peace. If he wasn’t being nagged half to death by the league, his mind was torturing him with images of his messed up past. That was the real reason behind his burning hatred. Sure, he had no problem killing as many heroes as dared to cross his path, but there was only one life that would really calm the bloodlust that constantly consumed him.
The sound of soft footsteps alerts Dabi to the presence of someone approaching. They were trying and failing to be sneaky, but he pretends to be oblivious while using his peripherals to size up the intruder. He wanted to laugh when he gets a glimpse of the form of a young boy, probably no older than seven or eight. He decided to end the kid’s ridiculous ploy before he ended up embarrassing himself.
“Didn’t your mom ever teach you not to play in dark alleys, kid?” Dabi doesn’t even bother to look at the boy who’d froze as soon as he realized he’d been caught.
“My mom’s dead,” the boy snaps and Dabi notes the vengeful tone of his voice.
“That sucks,” he says in a way that clearly showed his disinterest. Recently, Dabi’s only victims had been the scum of society. They were people who he considered so useless he couldn’t even be bothered to let them live after rejecting their pleas to join the League of Villains. “If you’re looking for revenge, I doubt it was me who killed her. And if it was, trust me when I say you’re better off.”
“I know you didn’t kill her,” the boy sounded more confident now, “because I did.” The confession throws Dabi off just a little, and he finds himself intrigued.
“Wow, kid.” He says, still sounding dismissive. “That’s pretty messed up.”
“Not as messed up as being abandoned by your father before you’re even born, and then spending your entire childhood getting slapped around by a deadbeat mom!” The kid’s voice cracks in the middle of his rant, betraying the vulnerability he was trying to hide.
“Oh,” Dabi deadpans. He was done with this conversation now. The boy’s words were seeping into his brain and poking at old traumatic wounds that were better left forgotten. If this child was out looking to cut down his father in cold blood, that was something Dabi could unfortunately relate to and understand completely.
“Well,” he speaks again once the kid failed to take the hint that he should scram. “Bothering me isn’t going to help you. If you die right here in this alley, you’ll never get the chance to fight your old man.”
Suddenly, a wave of heat rolls through the air and the entire alley lights up in eerie blue light. The familiar glow finally elicits a response from Dabi who widens his eyes and finally turns to look at the boy directly. He doesn’t know what to think when he sees bright blue flames dancing in the boy’s palms and around his arms. In the light of the fire, Dabi notices the way the boy’s brilliant blue eyes stare him down with a predatory glare that he knew all too well. It was all evidence leading him to the conclusion that he’d accidentally gotten some poor soul pregnant during his promiscuous mid-teen years. He wasn’t going to bother asking the name of the kid’s mom, he probably wouldn’t remember it anyway.
“It looks like you really drew the short stick when it comes to parents, kid.” Dabi takes a few steps towards the boy whose fire only grows with intensity the closer he gets. “I’m not sure if this’ll make you feel any better, but I can’t be blamed for abandoning someone I never knew existed.” The boy tenses up, looking unsure about what Dabi was trying to say.
“If you knew, would you’ve stayed?” He asks through clenched teeth.
“Probably not,” Dabi admits shamelessly. He kept his tone even although there was an inkling of jealousy worming its way up his spine. The boy had been wielding his blue flames for a decent amount of time now, with no hint that he was taking any damage. When Dabi had been his age, he’d already had permanent skin and nerve damage from the way his sweltering flames tore at his own body.
“You’re a monster!” The boy accuses before waving his arm to send a billowing blast of fire at his father. Dabi countered with his own burst of blue flames that knocked the boy right off his feet and onto his back. The boy scrambled to back away, but Dabi was looming menacingly over him in the blink of an eye.
“I’ve been called worse,” the villain says flatly while placing his boot on the boy’s stomach to keep him from getting away. He leans down so that his son could look into his face and understand the mistake he’d made by coming after him.
“Are you going to kill me?” the boy asks while trying to push Dabi’s foot off of him so he could breathe more comfortably.
“No,” the answer slips out before Dabi can even consider the alternative. “Not unless you try to threaten me again.” He puts a little more pressure onto his foot causing the boy to winch in discomfort. “That’s why you’re going to get out of here and never come looking for me again. You got that?” The boy nods his head obediently and Dabi removes his boot.
“I’ve got nothing to offer you,” he admits while the boy scrambles back to his feet. “Except more of the same miserable existence you’ve known until now.” The boy opens his mouth to speak, the confidence he’d shown before was long gone, but Dabi didn’t want to hear his pleading.
“Get out of here,” he allows his self-destructive flames to erupt all over his body, “now.” The boy didn’t need to be told twice. He understood the threat. He turned on his heel and ran from the alley. Dabi watched the retreating form of his son until he disappeared into the night. He takes a second to stare down at his scared hands as his brain comes to terms with what just happened. He now knew that he had a child out there in the world, but maybe it was best to tuck that knowledge away with the rest of the memories he tried so desperately to suppress. At the end of the day, it didn’t really change anything anyway.
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redpandaramblings · 3 years
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A Taste so Tempting- Yandere Fatgum x Reader
🔞DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT🔞
Content Warnings- Dark Fic, Cannibalism, Forced Cannibalism, Yandere themes, Mutilation, Body Horror, Amputation, Medical horror, Mind Break, Not SFW, Dub Con/ Non Con
18+ MINORS DNI
This was written for the Spud Corner collab, Blood. So sorry it's extremely extremely late. It's a little sick, a little twisted, but it this kind of thing is your cup of tea, hope you enjoy.
You knew he was there. It was easy to tell as the sounds of slurping and chewing filtered into your ears. You shuddered, biting your lip to keep from whimpering at the noise of him licking and sucking grease from his thick, meaty fingers. You hadn’t paid much attention to noises like that until a few months ago when a man you had thought was a hero had kidnapped you and brought you to this remote cottage. Now you dreaded them, feeling nausea and anxiety with every crunch and every smack of the towering man's lips.
“I know you’re awake, Poppet.” Taishiro rumbled from his seat close to you. “You’ve been asleep for so long, you naughty thing.”
You blinked slowly awake, knowing he’d anger if you tried to feign sleep. Your head felt like it was full of wool. What had you been doing before? You couldn’t quite remember. You turned your head to face your captor.
The wide smile that greeted you was unsettling. How had you ever found comfort in that wide display of gleaming teeth? A mammoth hand reached out and stroked your cheek, leaving uncomfortable greasy trails in its wake. “There’s my pretty girl. I love seeing your eyes on me.”
He reached out of your view, grabbing something and then bringing it to your lips. You opened your mouth dutifully, letting the chunk of meat be placed inside. You knew the danger in refusing.
“How long was I asleep?” You mumbled as you chewed.
The food was good, like it always was. Perfectly cooked, richly seasoned. You couldn’t place exactly what the flavor was at the moment. You couldn’t bring yourself to care much, usually. You wished you could say it tasted like ash, but it never did. You could never accuse Fatgum of not knowing how to create delicious food.
“Been a couple days.” He hummed, pressing another piece to your lips. “You gave me a bit of a scare, Dumpling. But everything is going to be alright from now on.”
You nodded as you opened your mouth again, letting him feed you. You closed your eyes as you tried to sort through your confused thoughts. A couple of days? Had you been sick? No… You didn't think so, anyway. Could have been an accident? But you were barely allowed anything that wasn’t absolutely safe. Something must have happened. He only kept you asleep like that as punishment. What was the last thing you remembered?
Oh.
Of course.
You had tried to escape.
You swallowed quickly, and choked on your food. You tried to gasp for air, coughing. Fatgum sat you up and began thumping you on the back until your coughing subsided. When the coughing stopped, he laid you back down with a concerned look.
“Hey, now, you need to be careful, Sugarpop! Chew carefully. Can’t have you hurting yourself. And shouldn’t waste such precious food, either. It’s really special today, after all.”
“Yes, sir.” You whispered.
He was in a good mood. That was strange. Usually after you misbehaved, the large man would growl and rage. You’d be locked in the cold, damp cellar to think about what you had done; until you got so desperate that you begged him to let you out. He loved it when you begged, after all. So why was he in such a good mood? You had done the worst thing you could have done. You had run. You had tried to leave him.
So why was he happy?
Why was he smiling down at you?
What had happened those days you had been asleep?
You looked at your captor, trying to assess. He popped a piece of meat into his mouth, moaning obscenely in enjoyment as he began to chew. There was an easy way to find out what was going on. Risky, but certainly would be the clearest answer. After all, despite all his sins, Taishiro had never lied to you. Taking a deep breath, you murmured quietly. “Tai?”
He perked up immediately, grinning brightly. He loved when you called him Tai, loved anything that made it seem like you two were domestic. “Yes, Sweetpea?”
“I… I was a bad girl. Why aren’t you angry with me?”
His gaze was soft as he cupped your cheek with a large, greasy hand.
“I was at first. But then I realized. I finally understood why you fought and tried to run. You didn’t trust me to take care of you, that I’d keep you safe. Now yeah, that made me upset, but then I figured it out. I realized how to prove I’d always take care of you, to show how good we can be together. And well…” He giggled, high pitch and off putting. “You certainly can’t run away anymore.”
Chills ran down your spine and bile tickled your throat. A chilling realization was coming to you. You slowly tried to sit up more to look down at yourself.
“Tai?” You whispered, praying to whatever gods who were listening that you might be wrong. “Tai, why can’t I feel my legs? What happened while I was asleep?”
“Well, sweetness. Hard to feel what isn’t there anymore.”
Numbly, you tugged off the blankets covering you. Your legs were gone. Mostly gone, your mind supplied morbidly. You still had cloth wrapped stumps that seem to have been cut off above the knee. You could barely process it. It felt like they belonged to someone else, like this couldn’t possibly be you. This couldn’t be your body. But the stumps wiggled when you tried to move them. Fatgum’s hand engulfing your thigh stilled your movements.
“Isn’t it perfect, Dumpling? I have a friend who was able to help me and get you fixed up right away. Now there’s no more temptation to run. No more worrying about being bad. You don’t have to worry about being a bad girl for me, because you won’t be able to get into trouble this way. I’ll be here as much as I can to help you. Sure, I’ll have to carry ya around a little more, but that was no trouble before, and you’re even lighter now. Besides. Doing this came with a few perks. I got to experience your sweetness in a whole new way!”
You could barely keep up with what he was saying. His voice seemed muffled and far away, as if you were hearing him from underwater. You kept trying to wiggle your toes. Like, maybe if you could just wiggle your toes, they’d appear again. You could almost feel them. If you closed your eyes, it was like nothing was wrong. Nothing was wrong. Nothing except the hand on your thigh and the voice of your ear murmuring to you about how sweet you taste. What?
“I taste sweet?” You asked, managing to keep the hysteria out of your voice.
Fatgum moaned lewdly, giving your thigh a squeeze. “Darling, you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Juicy, tender, so incredibly succulent. It was all I could do to pace myself. I needed it to last. Don’t plan on ever getting any more, since you’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you? But it’s so good to taste you like this, experience you like this.”
He reached down to the plate he had been feeding you from, popped a piece of meat in his mouth, and moaned again,his hips bucking inadvertently. He continued in a rough, breathy voice.
“You nourishing me like you? God, Sugar, it’s so amazing. You’ll be a part of me forever. We’re part of each other now. Oh, y/n, don’t you think you taste so good?”
He grabbed a piece of your flesh from the plate, warm, fresh, smelling wonderful and shoved it into your mouth. You chewed out of habit. The flavor was as good as it had been the first time you had tasted it. You tried not to think about what it was you were eating. Who it was you were eating. You managed to swallow. Your stomach roiled. You couldn’t vomit. He’d kill you if you did. You’d put your head between your knees but… You begin to giggle hysterically. You have no knees. Your laughter starts soft but quickly raises in pitch and volume. No knees!
Taishiro kissed the top of your head, nuzzling you.
“See?” He rumbled and stroked your hair. “There’s my happy girl. You’re so good in every way.”
He tilted your chin up and smothered your laughter by covering your mouth with his. He picked you up, placing you in his lap, even as his meaty tongue forced his way past your lips. He tasted like you. You tasted like you. You whimpered into his mouth, overwhelmed. Encouraged, he placed his hands on your waist. It was easier than ever before for him to manhandle you, moving you so that your panty covered fold rubbed over the obnoxiously large bulge in his pants. You didn’t fight it. What could you do, press your stubby thighs together? As if that would work. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling away from his kiss so that you could bury your face in his neck. If your eyes were closed, you could pretend this wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real. This sick fuck wasn’t rutting against you. It didn’t feel good. You didn’t enjoy him treating you like you were his greatest desire.
Fatgum reached down again grabbing another chunk of warm, tasty meat. He popped it in his mouth, chewing a few times. He gripped your hair, pulling your head back just enough for him to slam his lips against yours, forcing his tongue and the warm, chewed, succulent piece of your own flesh into your mouth. Startled, near panicked, you tried to use your own tongue to push the meat back. All you did however was encourage the large man. Though it had never been your intention, soon the kiss intensified as the two of you passed the meat back and forth. The world narrowed. There was only you, and him, the movement, the taste. The fucking taste. Why did it taste good? Feel good? Why the fuck was it good?
Fatgum pulled away, leaving the piece of you in your mouth, and you swallowed unthinking. Dazed, you looked up at him, eyes half lidded. Your hips continued to rock against each other. His eyes were tender, but hungry as he smiled down at you. His thumb whipped over your lips, and you opened your mouth obediently. His grin grew. “Good girl” he murmured as he placed another piece of meat in your mouth. You moaned softly. You hated him. You hated what he had done, what he was doing. You hated his fucking smile, this fucking taste, the way your cunt was getting soaked from the steady grinding against his stupid huge cock. You hated how amazing it felt. With a groan, you leaned up, pressing your lips to his. He held you close with one arm, using his other hand to shove your panties off. They fell to the floor and you were pressed against him again. You tried to rut against him but it was hard to gain traction. Your stumps wiggled in frustration as you tried to gain more friction. Tai chuckled softly, reaching down. His greasy fingers found your clit with expert precision and your whole body jolted. He nipped at your bottom lip, teasing you. After months of being able to have you in his arms, he knew how to play your body like a fiddle. He teased you, gently rubbing the sensitive area around the clit before flicking it directly. The calluses on his fingertips added the perfect friction. He rapidly brought you close to the edge before slowly bringing you down again. You focused on the feeling. Whining, desperate. You didn’t want to think. Couldn’t think. You only could concentrate on the feel, the taste, the need between your legs. You trembled, wet and whimpering. This could continue for hours. But today… Today you needed the comfort of his cock rubbing your insides. The rumbling praise of being his good girl.
“Tai,” you panted. “Tai please, Darling.”
No name got him riled up more. It was easy enough for Taishiro to lift you up enough to unzip his pants and tug them and his boxers down. His cock sprang free. Long, and so terribly, wonderfully, deliciously thick. He didn’t bother to prep your sopping cunt before he started to push in.
Pain. Sharp, focused, burning pain where you were being forced open. This was what you wanted. No other thoughts could exist in this moment. Only this pleasure and pain and dred and acceptance. This was your life now. What else was out there for you? It was best to give in. Just give in. You rocked your hips, taking him in deeper, hissing at the burning stretch. His hands stilled you, petting your back and forcing you to slow down.
“There, now, don’t hurt yourself, Gumdrop. Let me take care of you. Be my good girl.”
You nodded, though you still lightly rocked your hips. Yes. Maybe… Maybe you should. Give in. He’d take care of you. Tai could be gentle. Could feel good. Did feel so good. You moaned when he bottomed out. It felt like he was deeper than ever before and you clung to him for comfort. Your grip tightened as he began to thrust. This could be so good sometimes. And… you liked when he called you good girl. And his. And you were his. You shuddered, arousal spiking at the thought. You were his in a way no one else had ever been, would never be. Tai groaned, picking up the pace when you tighten around him. “Like that, don’t you, good girl?” he panted. “Like when I fill you up, like when I call you my good girl. Gonna be my good girl from now on, won’t you? Only mine.”
You nodded as you were bounced on his cock. Every time he called you by that name, your pussy tightened and squeezed around him. He knew exactly how much he was affecting you. And you were so tired of fighting him. You wondered why you ever had.
“How about you cum for me, Dumpling? Come for me like a good girl, and I’ll fill you right up.”
You moaned and whimpered, beyond words and you fruitlessly tried to rut your hips. You were so close! Fatgum understood, kissing your neck as his fingers once again found your clit. A few firm strokes was all it took before your orgasm hit you. You clung to Tai, half sobbing as you came. It only took him a few more thrusts to follow you, keening and biting your neck hand enough to bruise as he came, pumping his large, thick load into your waiting womb. You both held each other, panting and quiet in the aftermath.
This is where you usually would fight. You’d scream and yell, hitting and kicking to let out your rage. But this time, the rage didn’t come. You were so tired of fighting. Fighting had gotten you nothing. You collapsed forwards, snuggling into Taishiro’s ample chest. He just wanted to take care of you, after all. Everything he’d done was for your relationship. He just wanted to take care of you. You should just give in.
Yes, you thought as he held you close, and lazily began to feed you once again.
Just give in.
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mashiraostail · 4 years
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hi excuse me maybe could we get part 2 of fave places to be kissed w fatgum midnight mirio and also maybe gang orca if u write for him😳ik he is niche i understand if no 👉👈
omg gang orca??? I’ve never written for before but I will try!!! I’m sorry if it’s not what you want fdsfdsl he is def niche im learning. HIS CIVILIAN FIT, WHY DO ME AND THIS MANS DRESS THE SAME GOODNITE. ALSO, HORIKOSHI DRAWING HIM WITH A PLASTIC BOTTLE, PLEASE THE DISRESPECT ON MY MANS NAME!! Anyways this is cute tho! I like these asks! Under the cut <3
Taishiro- Feels like a cop-out to say his stomach (but his stomach) so I’ll be bold and say Forehead. No matter what form he’s in he’s a pretty tall guy, so if you’re able to kiss his forehead that usually means you’re cozied up together on the couch or in bed or you’re sitting on a table/counter and have a good vantage point (usually with him between your legs). He thinks they’re cute and intimate, and he likes the feeling of your hands holding his cheeks while you press a nice long kiss to the center of his forehead, and if you go in for a big tight hug afterwards? Total jackpot, he could squeeze you and be squeezed by you for hours. 
Nemuri- Back, she loves being laid out in bed with you and feeling your lips drag up her spine, or graze between her shoulder blades before pressing into a soft kiss. It’s cozy and warm and if you had sex it’s a great gateway into some sleepy cuddling, but if you’re just getting started it’s easy to heat up. If sex isn’t involved at all though it’s just relaxing. It isn’t often Nemuri gets to be the one who’s besotted with someone else, but when you’re rubbing and kissing her back and talking about how pretty and cool she is? She’s totally gone for you. Bonus points if you lay on top of her after a few kisses and cuddle up. 
Mirio- idc if it’s not his fave this man has Cheeks that need to be kissed (face cheeks!! hah..unless..) His whole face is just kissable, and he won’t complain if you squish it up in your hands and smother him with them, going on and on about how nice his face is for kissing, it’ll make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside and he likes that feeling, a lot. He enjoys how innocent but emotional a few simple cheek kisses can be, he likes that they’re versatile, they can convey a lot of emotion, and bring you really close together, or they can be a simple fun greeting, a casual and easy way to let him know you missed him and are happy to see him, or a wordless request for him to come closer. If you’re sitting in his lap and you spare a few kisses to his cheeks/nose he’ll definitely be working in your favor for the rest of the day. 
Kugo- Nose! It’s safe to say Kugo doesn’t really see himself as very cute, he may really enjoy kids but he doesn’t think affection fits well into his nature, even if he’d really like it to. So when you kiss his nose it feels really innocent and sweet, it’s like a comforting reminder that he’s loved as he is, not in spite of it, but more because of it. He even feels kind of cute when you do it, especially if they’re peppering kisses where you’re cooing at him and huddling closer into his lap. If he ever seems exhausted or like he’s having a bad day the best thing to do while letting him get it all of his chest is climb into his lap and start kissing him all over, starting with his nose, he’ll be really appreciative of it by the end.
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pinkjeanist · 4 years
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“just take care of yourself.” || fatgum
     ⇥     After his doctor tells Taishiro to slow his eating for his health, you start to sit with him while he eats. Talking becomes a good way to distract him, but it soon becomes his path to healing- and surprisingly, it does for you, too. [1.5k words]
a/n: this one has a lot of feelings. i just really love him. i also think it’s wild how this is the second fic i’ve written today. wack. this is another fic to add to the lofi collection, which i havent done much for recently, so it’s nice to get back to that!! [navigation] [just take care of yourself]
A lot of people didn’t realize just how much Taishiro had to eat to get all of his fat back after using it in a fight. Of course, he gained weight much faster than most, but one must also take into account that he’s eight-foot-two, and has to gain at least twice his minimum body weight if he wants to ensure that he has enough fat for his jobs to go well each and every time. But despite eating being one of the main components to his quirk, there always came a point where he just couldn’t eat more than he already had. His stomach was hyper-functioning, but not limitless. 
You knew this, and you knew Taishiro did as well, but he’d always been a go-beyond-plus-ultra kind of guy, and put the public’s need for his quirk and heroship over his own well-being. This resulted in a lot of long nights with him bending over the toilet to throw up what he couldn’t keep down, and you giving him belly massages when it started acting up. But eventually, it got to the point where even his own doctor told him he needed to slow down, and take more time to eat instead of rushing back to duty. 
This was very hard for him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ever completely understand why, but you were there for him nonetheless. Long nights turned into sleepless ones for him over his growing anxiety. The stomach pains came and went a little less than they had, but the dark clouds kept looming over him all the same.
At first, you weren’t sure if you should try to help him. Despite his outgoing and friendly nature, he was a rather independent person, and it just didn’t feel like your place to try to get him on the right track. So you started to spend more time with him while he ate, just to keep him company and make sure he was okay, instead of trying to do anything too direct.
Most of what Taishiro ate was fast food, since it was easy to gain fat with it and even faster to get his hands on. You couldn’t eat much of it, but he could eat it for hours if he went slow enough, so you ate a couple fries every now and again and spent the rest of your time at the table getting him to talk as to slow down his intake. It was sometimes hard to think of things to talk about, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working like a charm. 
At first, it was mostly like the afterwork small-talk you usually made: “How was your day? Anything exciting? Whose asses did you kick? Is Amajiki doing okay? What do you mean Kirishima got his hand stuck in the printer?” And he was content talking about it. But after a few days, all of his answers were the same, seeing as not much had been changing. So you had to get creative.
“What’s your opinion on pineapple on pizza?” 
“Absolutely delectable. Food of the Gods. Next question.” You chuckled to yourself and bit into one of the many sandwiches stacked on the table. 
“What about pickles? I’ve never seen you eat those.” 
“If you saw me eating pickles, that would be an evil clone of me. Pickles are detestable to mankind.” You laughed this time, and he smiled warmly at you before taking another bite of his sandwich. You silently pushed his drink towards him to remind him to wash it down after. 
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about a food you didn’t like except coconut.” You set your sandwich back down in the box and took a drink. 
“Well, most stuff goes down easy, but I can’t stand coconut for the life of me. Pickles are even worse.” 
“What else don’t you like, then?” 
You spent the rest of that night talking about food until it made you feel more full than you were. For the first time in a while, he didn’t ask you to massage his belly and back, and you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to find him in the bathroom. But what made you happy the most, was that he seemed happier, too. 
But after a while, you were finding deeper conversations making their way to the table (no pun intended) more often. One minute you’d be discussing things that should be recyclable, and the next you were talking about how useless you felt seeing all of those terrible landfills and the rising emissions and not being able to do much more about it than putting bottles and plastic in the right bin. And, on some of the nights that veered in that direction, you both started talking about things you didn’t have the time or guts to have said before. 
“I think my quirk is gonna kill me one day, darlin’.” You paused in your eating, but his eyes remained downcast at his food. “This kind of eatin’ isn’t good for a regular person, and even with, uhm- how I am,” Taishiro loosely gestured to his body. “I don’t think it can take this much. Not in the long run, anyway.” 
You’d considered it a few times before, but nothing had ever happened to cause real concern. The doctors never said anything. You were starting to realize that maybe they didn’t have to. Maybe it was something you should have seen before, something you should have realized a long time ago. Hearing him say it made your heart sink. 
“I don’t like hearing you talk like that, honey. I don’t-” You gave a frustrated sigh, setting your food down and resting your arms on the table. “-I don’t like to think about...about not having you here.” 
“I’m a hero, darlin’. I’m surprised you don’t think about it every day.” He was slow when he took a bite of his sandwich. He seemed distant, now. 
“Do you?” He turned to you, stilling again. You swallowed. “Do you think about dying? Every day?” 
He set his food down again. You could tell he probably wasn’t going to pick it back up for the night. “I think about what would happen if I left you all alone. What would happen to you if I were gone. Not so much thinkin’ about dyin’ as I do about you.” 
You could feel your eyes grow wet. You could see emotion welling in his own, too. You didn’t think you’d cry that night when you sat down for dinner, but anything could always happen, you guessed. 
The two of you started talking more about the future after that night. Death seemed a little too real, a little too close for comfort, so you talked like you could outlive it. You hadn’t considered marriage much before he brought up how much trouble he’d have to go through to find a dealer who could make a ring in his size. You hadn’t considered having children until he started talking about how cute all the babies and kids were on his patrol, and how good you’d look with one in your arms. 
So you told him all the places you wanted to go one day, and where you might want to have a wedding. You discussed all the baby names you’d thought of, and which ones would fit a baby of what you thought your offspring would look like. You would want a girl named Honoka, Taishiro would want a girl named Sumiko. You both thought Mamoru was a good boy name, though. 
You could see the progression of Taishiro’s health every time he gained weight, and you could also see the light grow brighter in his smiles. You could swim in his happiness when he laughed. You could feel his love for you in your bones every time he kissed you, or touched you, or when he whispered little nothings to you in the dark. He was becoming whole again, if you had ever known a time when he was completely there in the first place, and you could feel yourself growing with him. 
His soft touches on the small of your back and on your cheeks made you feel more grounded. When you asked about his day, he responded in earnest, and you clung to every word. He pulled you back to Earth when you hadn’t even realized you were drifting away. 
You hadn’t realized how unreal everything felt until you thought of what lay ahead, both for you and Taishiro. It was like you were close to graduating again, having to consider what you wanted with your life and where you’d go from there. You’d always thought getting married. You’d always thought about having kids. But you had never considered it- not genuinely, not when it was an option available to you. You could feel a change bubbling beneath your surface. 
But you could see him changing, too. Even when you weren’t there to eat with him, you could tell he took his time with it. You could see him start to care about his own thoughts and needs as much as he cared about your’s. He started to feel whole to you, no matter whether he had fat on his bones or not, and you could tell he was starting to feel it, too. 
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thelazyhermits · 3 years
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Got a new TABF AU for y’all. It’s called the Big Bro Aizawa AU XD
As y’all can probably guess, in this AU, Fortune is Aizawa’s little sister who’s twelve years younger than him. She still has a foresight Quirk even though neither of her parents have a Quirk like that just like her situation in TABF.
For the most part, Aizawa raises Fortune since their parents aren’t around a lot due to being busy with work. Aizawa resents them a little for this, but he loves his sister, enough that he doesn’t mind using all his free time to take care of her.
Unfortunately, during his first year at UA, not long after Fortune turns four, she gets kidnapped while Aizawa’s at school. She was at daycare when a villain attack occurred nearby. The staff tried to escape with all the children and bring them to safety, but Fortune got separated from the rest of the group.
Fortune tried to find her way home/get some help, but before she could, she ended up running into a guy who had a huge debt to Mumei. His Quirk allows him to see what everyone else’s Quirks are, so when he sees Fortune has a foresight Quirk, he thinks such a powerful Quirk could make her worth a lot of money.
As a result, just like in TABF, she ends up in the underworld and gets put under Mumei’s care after being sold. She’s forced to become a cage fighter out of fear of being killed if she doesn’t obey.
All the while, Aizawa is frantically looking for her. No one is having any luck finding her, and it’s driving him crazy. She can’t just be gone. She can’t.
He even skips school for a few days to look for her, but eventually, he gets convinced to return to school and to leave everything to the authorities. Of course, Aizawa doesn’t actually give up. 
He just realizes it wouldn’t be logical for him to skip school when he needs to learn how to be a proper hero as soon as possible so he can find his little sister. If the authorities won’t find her, he will. 
Unfortunately for him, years pass without any signs of Fortune being found. Mumei is good at covering up his tracks, so even though there’s word on the street about the young cage fighter otherwise known as the Prophet, no one has been able to find her to see if that’s Fortune.
Five years after her disappearance, Fortune meets Fatgum like in TABF. He takes care of her when she has a fever, but she runs away before he can get hurt. 
The one thing different is that Fortune tells him, “If you see my Onii-chan, will you tell him that I’m waiting for him and I love and miss him?”
Fortune knows that her brother is looking for her and won’t stop until he finds her, so she’s patiently waiting for him to find her. As much as she wants to leave with Fatgum, she can’t take the chance of him getting hurt to save her. Instead, she’d rather he escape and find her big brother, so he’ll know she’s still waiting for him.
Through a mutual connection aka Tsukauchi, Fatgum and Aizawa meet and Fatgum tells Aizawa that he found his sister. Unfortunately, Fatgum doesn’t know where she is now since she wasn’t there when he went back after her with reinforcements.
After that, the two start working together to find Fortune. After a year of this, they finally stumble upon an underworld club and find Fortune fighting in a cage match.
Naturally, Aizawa and Fatgum don’t hesitate to jump into the ring. Aizawa grabs a surprised Fortune while Fatgum takes out her opponent. 
Once they make their titles as heroes known, everyone starts running so they won’t get arrested. Thankfully, the two thought to bring backup, so it’s not long before police officers storm the place.
Meanwhile, Mumei takes advantage of the chaos to escape, knowing there’s no way he’ll be able to run off with Fortune. However, he doesn’t give up on her since he wants to keep making money off her. Instead, he decides to bide his time to see if he can get his hands on her again later on.
Even though he’s older now and more scraggly looking, Fortune recognizes her brother immediately and is delighted when she realizes he has finally come to save her.
As she’s tearfully clinging to him, Aizawa is checking her for injuries, and his blood boils every time he finds one or hints of past injuries that have healed. Meanwhile, Fatgum is helping the police officers since Aizawa has things covered on his end.
So, after spending six years in the underworld, a ten year old Fortune gets saved and is put under Aizawa’s custody since he doesn’t want to leave her with their parents. 
It’s far from easy for him since he’s only 22 and is now a full time pro hero, but Aizawa is willing to do whatever it takes to make it work.
Since he doesn’t trust daycares, Aizawa always leaves Fortune with a fellow pro hero when she needs a sitter so she becomes well acquainted with Mic and Midnight who adore her and wonder how Aizawa got such a cute little sister. 
Despite living and operating in Osaka, Fatgum also often acts as her babysitter since he’s gotten very attached to her and she likewise adores him. Aizawa is lowkey jealous of how much she likes Fatgum. Mic and Midnight tease him mercilessly about it XD
Since Mumei is still at large, Aizawa doesn’t feel comfortable leaving Fortune alone with anyone unless they are strong enough to protect her. That’s why she’s always being left with a pro hero. 
That’s also why, after he begins teaching at UA, he starts bringing her along with him since he doesn’t want to risk her being left unprotected at a normal school. Thankfully, Nedzu doesn’t mind the situation at all and is more than willing to help Fortune get the education she needs while staying under UA’s protection.
Just like in TABF, Tokumei took charge of Fortune’s education, so by the time she’s rescued, she has pretty much learned everything you’re supposed to learn in grade school since Tokumei taught her so much in advance.
Nedzu and Fortune end up getting along swimmingly since she thinks he’s cute and he likes how bright she is. Since he takes such a shining to her, Nedzu takes charge of providing her middle school education. 
She ends up becoming like Nedzu’s protégé since she’s often seen at UA just following him around. Aizawa is a little worried about this since he doesn’t know what all Nedzu is teaching his sister since he really doesn’t think she’s getting a normal middle school education lol
When she enters high school, she naturally joins UA but chooses to enter the general course since she doesn’t think a Quirk like hers would be useful for heroics. Plus, she really doesn’t want to have to fight anymore since she really hated doing it while she was in the underworld.
Instead, Fortune decides to become a teacher since she wants to be like Aizawa in that regard. Plus, she’s friends with a lot of people who are teachers, aka the pro heroes at UA, and she thinks it’s a wonderful profession. 
She also wants to be the kind of teacher that Midoriya needed since she hated how his teachers treated him. Speaking of him, Fortune still has visions about him and All Might since she took an interest in All Might’s future while she was in the underworld. 
So, like in TABF, Midoriya was a source of inspiration for her. In addition to knowing that her brother was looking for her, she had Midoriya to watch and take encouragement from. Seeing him try so hard gave her strength to keep fighting since there were times when she felt like giving up as the years passed without any sign of her brother. 
So, after she graduates high school, Fortune gets into a teaching college. It’s that year that Midoriya’s class ends up at UA.
Things end up happening similar to TABF canon from that point on since Fortune begins helping UA through the use of her Quirk. Nedzu comes up with the idea of her being her brother’s TA while she’s also taking online classes. 
Aizawa isn’t too fond of the idea of Fortune helping dealing with villains through the use of her Quirk since he just wants her to have a normal peaceful life, but she’s determined to help out in any way she can. 
Overall, things end up playing out the same as TABF canon with one exception being that Fortune never meets Eri ahead of time. However, she still saves Eri since she has a vision about Overhaul and knows he’s bad news. Tokumei, who’s been keeping an eye on her out of curiosity, also still helps her out that time.
Mumei, who had figured out she was at UA, also ends up helping the villains, so he still tells them about her Quirk, putting a target on her back. 
I’m gonna stop here since I’ve written so much already lol Anyway, just enjoy the thought of big brother Aizawa XD
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A Picture of the Future
outerxorbit said: Hey bb! I was wondering if you do a fem!reader x kirishima where the reader has a time quirk where she can freeze it for 5 minutes at a time. And when her and kiri are doing an internship patrol together they run into there future child who has developed a time quirk and can send themselves through time. If not that’s fine!
Thank you for being my first request! Since this is literally the first oneshot I’ve ever written, sorry if it sounds a bit awkward. Hopefully my writing will improve in the future! For this oneshot, your hero name is Krona, a spin-off from the Titan Chronos, who controls time. After writing this, I have a newfound appreciation for writers. It was really fun and I hope you like it!
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You had just finished getting ready for your patrol down the streets of Esuha City. Now that you were third years at UA, Fatgum had decided that you and Kirishima were responsible enough to go on patrols with the recently graduated Amajiki.
“Hey, babe!” your boyfriend greeted in his hero costume. Amajiki trailed behind him, less enthusiastically with his hood covering most of his head. Kirishima ran up to you like an excited puppy and kissed your cheek. “I’m all fired up for patrol! Right, (Y/N)?” You smiled, but flicked his forehead.
“No PDA on the job, Red Riot,” you said with a giggle. Amajiki sighed in the background. 
“Very hypocritical, Krona....” Amajiki muttered. “Can’t I have one day of patrol where I get some peace and quiet?”
“Sorry, Suneater! My bad!” Kirishima replied sheepishly, but you all knew that the same thing was going to happen tomorrow, anyways. You and Kirishima had been dating since your second year, when he had finally decided to ask you out after being friends since elementary school. Of course, your feelings were mutual and you guys had been a couple ever since! 
Usually, nothing really happened on patrol and you guys would occasionally save a runaway puppy or help an elderly person down the road. Suneater, despite his issues with self-confidence, was a powerful up-and-coming hero who was making a name for himself. Within a few years, you thought he’d be in the top 25 heroes, at least. 
Today, the only interesting thing that had happened was when you saved a little girl from a group of muggers. 
“Put your weapons down and surrender quietly!” Amajiki shouted at the group surrounding the small child. 
They looked up and hesitated. Their fear quickly dissipated when their leader sneered. “Oh yeah?” He pulled out a gun-like weapon. “Back off or else this girl’s pretty face’ll be ruined.” The leader held the weapon against the trembling child’s head. 
Suneater cursed under his breath. Now he had to think of a way to subdue them without compromising the girl’s safety. Kirishima, on the other hand, was more reckless. You felt him tense up beside you. In a split second, he was lunging forward. “Hey!” he shouted.
“Red Riot, wait!” you sighed. Your boyfriend, as brave as he was, sometimes was a little too reckless. You closed your eyes and activated your quirk, Stopwatch. Instantly, Kirishima froze mid-stride. In fact, the entire city had stopped moving. Everyone around you had frozen, unblinking. Using the five minutes you had to control time, you grabbed the girl and tied up the rest of the gang. 
As soon as you deactivated your quirk, Kirishima stumbled and fell. “Wha-? Oh,” he realized what happened when he turned around and saw the villains tied up at your feet. 
“Thanks, Krona,” Amajiki said with a small smile. 
“No problem, Suneater,” you replied. “If I didn’t do anyting, Riot over here would’ve done something stupid.”
“Sorry, babe-” Amajiki sent him a pointed look. “- I mean, Krona. That was so manly, though! My girlfriend’s the coolest!” Leave it to Kirishima to leave you flustered instead of ready to scold him. 
“Alright, let’s get this girl to the station. What’s your name, sweetie?” You asked the little girl next to you. She had surprisingly remained silent while the three of you had been talking. As you examined her closely, you noticed she had familiar looking vermilion eyes. The girl simply gaped at you, before bursting into tears. 
“Oh, man...” Suneater mumbled. You weren’t good with dealing with small children and didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, Kirishima moved and picked her up. 
“It’s okay, kiddo! You’re safe now,” he said in a warm voice. “What’s your-”
The girl interrupted him with a wail. “I was so scared, Daddy!”
What?
Your boyfriend awkwardly chuckled. "Kiddo, I think you’re lost. Let’s go find your parents, okay?” 
Amajiki just sighed. “Let’s return to the agency and see what Fatgum can do.”
Once you reached the Fatgum Agency, the girl had calmed down. Amajiki explained what happened and Fatgum decided it’d be best to just ask the girl where she last saw her parents so they could return her to them. She seemed pretty content in Kirishima’s arms and whined when he set her down on the couch in their meeting room. “So what’s your name, kid?” Fatgum asked her once she stopped crying. She narrowed her eyes.
“Uncle, are you okay? I’m Eiko!” she replied. Uncle? What’s with all these familiar names? You thought in your head. I’ve never seen this girl in my life.
“That’s a pretty name!” Kirishima told her. 
“I know!” Eiko exclaimed cheerfully. “It’s really manly!” Everyone in the room froze. The only person who said stuff like that was....
Fatgum ignored the elephant in the room. “What’s your last name?” he asked Eiko. 
“Kirishima!” she exclaimed. At that point, everyone in the room’s jaw dropped. Oh my god. All eyes turned to the man in question.
“Wait, I swear I don’t have a kid! Besides, I’d never cheat on (Y/N)!” your boyfriend shouted to the rest of you. You raised your eyebrows. 
“I believe you, Eijirou, but this kid clearly knows you,” you said to him. Fatgum nodded. Surprisingly, Amajiki decided to cut in. 
“Not to make this weird, but don’t you think this girl looks a lot like (Y/N)? Besides the hair color and eyes, they look really similar,” he mentioned in a quiet voice. 
“Now that you think about it...” Fatgum added. “If you guys ever had a kid, this is exactly what she’d look like!” You turned a bright red. 
“But-!” you squeaked. Of course, you and Kirishima have been dating for a while, but you guys hadn’t even gone to that step yet. Your boyfriend was equally flustered. 
"Of course I look like Mommy! She’s so pretty!” Eiko shouted. 
“How is this possible?” you whispered. 
“Why don’t you tell us how you got here, Eiko?” Fatgum asked the young girl kindly. 
“I was with Uncle Katsu, and he was supposed to get me ice cream!” she exclaimed. “But then Uncle Katsu got mad at Uncle Deku, so he dropped my ice cream! I was really sad, and suddenly I ran into Daddy and Mommy!”
“This doesn’t make any sense at all....” Kirishima mumbled.
“I’ve got it!” Fatgum declared. “Eiko, what year is it?”
“2062!” she replied. “I’m starting kindergarten soon!”
Fatgum turned to the two of you. “I think I know what happened,” he said. “Eiko’s from the future! She seems to have some sort of time-travelling quirk. Since she’s so surprised to be here, I’d guess that this was the first time it manifested. It makes sense considering her age, too.” 
“Oh man,” Kirishima said, overwhelmed with the information. You were still extremely flustered. This means that Kirishima and I - in the future, we’re married? You covered your face in your hands to hide the obvious blush. 
“For now, I’ll have Eiko stay with me, if that’s alright with you,” Fatgum addressed you and Kirishima. 
“But if we’re her parents, shouldn’t she stay with us?” Kirishima protested.
“Eijirou, she doesn’t exist in our reality,” you put a hand on his arm. “We can’t take her to our dorms, either. It’s best for her to stay with Fat for the night so that she doesn’t interact with people we know. It could change the future drastically. Manipulating time is really complicated and even being here right now could erase her existence in our future!” 
Kirishima opened his mouth, but then sighed and nodded. 
“Alright, Fatgum, thank you very much!” he bowed. “Can we still see her tomorrow?”
“Assuming she’s still here, I don’t see why not,” Fatgum replied. “Though, considering (Y/N)’s quirk, Eiko will probably be gone before the end of tonight.”
“Alright then,” you said. “We should get going.” You looked at this girl, Eiko. She really did look like you. It was almost unnerving. 
“Mommy, Daddy, why are you guys leaving?” Eiko’s eyes welled up with tears again. Kirishima knelt down next to her. 
“Don’t worry, sweetie, you’re having a sleepover with Uncle Fat tonight, okay?You’ll see me and Mommy tomorrow morning,” he reassured her. 
“Okay,” Eiko mumbled. She suddenly threw her arms around Kirishima. “Bye-bye, Daddy! I love you!” 
Now Kirishima was blushing. “I - uh- I love you too, Eiko,” he said. He put his hand next to her ear and whispered something to the black-haired girl. She smiled and nodded enthusiastically. 
Then, Kirishima stood up and walked back to you. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, Fatgum, Amajiki-senpai!” he grinned. “(Y/N) and I’ll be back after our classes!” 
You nodded. “Bye, Fatgum, bye Amajiki-senpai.” Kirishima put his arm around your waist and the two of you walked towards the exit. Before you walked out the door, you turned your head one last time to look at your daughter. You smiled and waved. “Bye, Eiko!” you called out to her. 
From the couch, you saw Eiko’s eyes light up. Her mouth opened in a huge smile, showing off her shark-like teeth. “Bye, Mommy! I love you!” she shouted.
Once you were back at the dorms, Kirishima suddenly held you tightly against him. “Eijirou, what’s wrong?” you asked him. He nuzzled his face into your neck.
“Nothing,” he whispered. “I just love you so much. And one day we’re going to be married, and have kids, and-” he choked up, his voice shaking with emotion.
“Aw, Eijirou, I love you too!” You held his face in your hands and kissed him softly. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” For a few minutes, the two of you just stood there, by the entrance of the dorms, holding each other tightly. You probably would’ve been there for a while longer, if it weren’t for the sudden interruption from one of your hot-headed classmates.
“Oi, Shitty Hair! You’re in the way!” Bakugou stormed into the dorms with his typical scowl. Kirishima only laughed. 
“Sorry, bro! We’ll go to my room.” 
He held your hand and the two of you went to his dorm. After showering and getting ready to sleep, you and your boyfriend lay down in his bed, cuddling under the blankets. “By the way,” you mumbled sleepily, “What did you tell Eiko before we left?” 
“It’s a secret,” Kirishima replied, spooning your back against his chest. “You’ll find out later, babe.”
Eiko had already gone by the time you guys returned to Fatgum’s agency the next day. You weren’t too upset, though. You knew that in the future, you might see her again. And you knew that your love for Kirishima was strong enough to last a lifetime.
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Kill Me Hardly (Ch. 1)
Summary: You weren’t dead, but you weren’t fully alive. After a whole year of solitude, seeing your family mourn for your comatose state, and seeing the disembodied figures of other but silent spirits, you were hoping that your suffering would end. What’s this? Somebody could finally see you? Oh, he’s looming over a battered officer, bloodied wallet held tightly within his hand, staring straight at you with malice.  
 Thank You, once again, @youtubequeens, or Rita, for brainstorming the plot with me on this fic~! She helped me with the plot, ideas, and thirst for angst and fluff, yet the written gore and grim stuff is on me, folks, my friend is innocent, and her blog doesn’t have any violent nor terrible things like the stuff that’s in the fic.  
This fic has a lot of angst and it just fills our need for suffering. Heed the warnings, please. Reader’s a lil’ shit to the only one who can see her, and Tai’s a tsundere villain who kinda (a lot) wants to kill her, but doesn’t know where she is. Mainly angst and horror.
Warnings not in order and can be triggering: Angst! Villain! Fatgum (he does not so nice things in this one, sorry folks), too much cussing, mentions of murder, attempted murder, murder, seeing dead people, descriptions of gore, dark thoughts, loneliness, accepting the thoughts of death (reader’s a ghost), hopelessness, and a lot of things that is possibly triggering to some audiences. If you want straight up fluff, I have other fics, Thank You.
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  It’s always been the same since last year. You would float near your body, waving your hand in front of the thin, grisly, sad excuse of a human being that your soul had once fully inhabited. Now you were literally a ghost of your old self, your heart tearing into pieces at the sight of stricken faces of grief from those who had visited you. You could speak to them, but they could never hear, nor see you.
  At first, crying would be an understatement. You clutched your chest, sobbing with heart that felt shattered as your form wracked with grief. You repeated the same words in a mantra as your mother looked upon your body with her own expression of pain and loss, clutching your father’s hands as he mimicked the atmosphere. Your brother was nowhere to be found, you clenched your teeth, feeling very angry as the heartbeat on the monitor remained the same, slow beat.
In limbo. Not fully dead, but not fully alive, either, it was your state of existing. At first, you were terrified of the others, seeing broken, bloody bones peek from underneath torn skin, white, ashen eyes stared into nothing as they drolled along the hallways of the hospital, forever in a time that they only knew existed as they paid nobody nor anything else any mind as the ones who couldn’t see them, walked through them. Every time one would loll past you, you hid, not daring to let one of those things touch your own ghostly appearance.
 Your body was slowly but surely healing, the wound that had been violently afflicted from your neck to your clavicle, was bandaged up neatly, healing at it’s own pace, while you had to endure the nasty, raw and bloodied version on your ghostly appearance. It didn’t hurt physically like you thought it would, but it was a constant reminder of betrayal, mixed with shock and disbelief.
Day by day, you’ve gotten more acquainted with the raw, hurtful loneliness. Nobody could see you, other ghosts couldn’t talk to you, and you had to bear witness to not only the grief of your family slowly losing hope, but as well other families watching their loved ones on death beds. It was sickening, sad, and you wished that you were finally dead. It didn’t matter, whether it be heaven or hell, you wanted everything to stop.
You could travel outside, you discovered. There was no limit from how much your soul could travel without your body, you tried. Although you didn’t mind the distance, you didn’t want to be too far gone from your main hot spot. Of course, nobody else from the outside could see you, either. Animals could sense you, you thought with a final thought of relief as you decided to make your way to the zoo. They could not see you, but they knew that you were there, and unfortunately, it caused them to be in a state of unrest at the supernatural entity that in which was you, lingered.
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A year has passed. Your parent’s and other family member’s visits had dwindled down to a dead stop, as the police kept looking for your ever elusive traitor of a brother. It took a while for you to get use to the nightmares. Even as a spirit, you could still sleep, apparently. You didn’t like to, though.
Images kept flashing through your head of the knife glinting in the moonlight, the cold, passive stare of your blood-relative as he raised the weapon of choice down onto your throat. You let out a scream, jolting awake, shaking with tears dripping down, you hiccuped, wanting to vomit as you felt cold and empty, frantically gripping your throat as you laid next to your body. You wanted to grasp it’s throat, and squeeze, you couldn’t help but think as your hand faded through the pulse point of it’s neck.        
 It never gotten better. There was no hero for you to call, and you were seemingly forever at a stalemate in between the fate of life and death. It wasn’t fair, you thought bitterly as you could almost feel the insanity crawling inside your thoughts like crickets.
 It was a beautiful October night, with the full moon looming overhead, illuminating the darkened alley ways of the concrete jungle. You usually stayed by your body, at night, not really interested in the nightly crimes that you just so happened across, regularly. You always felt exhausted and terrified because you couldn’t do anything. The violent actions and behaviors triggered your own memories, you shivered in disgust.
Tonight, it was different. You had an odd feeling. A gurgled groan echoed from one of the alleys, snapping your attention to the sound. It never helped when you investigated, not being able to alert the police, who also couldn’t notice you, and you would usually stare with helplessness as the scenes unfurled.
“I’ll teach ya, ya greedy fuckin’ bastard!” An angry huff followed suit minutes after, and you felt your curiosity peak as you floated on towards the darkened area. Was it a gangster this time? The gruff voice had an unusual American twang to the normal Japanese accent, and despite your better judgment, you felt oddly comforted by it. Maybe you were losing your sanity, after all, you thought with mirth.  
Your eyes widened with surprise as you finally neared the situation. It wasn’t surprising that the man was holding a bloody wallet to his hand, sneering down at the unconscious police officer, no. It was the man himself who surprised you. Dark orange hoodie, black mask, darkened jeans, and black leather gloves covered the giant of the bara-like villain of the man. Fatgum, the large, yet elusively most-wanted villain in Osaka.
Although the murderous gang he was acquainted with had disappeared, he was more of a notorious violent thief who preyed upon well-known targets, now. He couldn’t see you, you thought, but it still sent chills down your spine at the thought that he was a ruthless, violent murderer.  
Yet, you were a ghost. Time seemed to stop as  his attention in what seemed to be a millisecond, snapped towards you, and the two of your eyes widened with surprise. It couldn’t be, could it? After a whole year of nothing glancing your way, finally, you felt the intense stare of a person noticing you. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, because yes, somebody finally noticed you and could see you, but it was a notorious villain with a violent streak.
If there was a god or spiritual deity who ruled over humans, they appeared to feed on your suffering.
“What’s this? The fuck ya doin’ outta the hospital, lil’ woman? The fuck’s up with yer wound, eh? And why the fuck are ya out in dark alleys, creepin’ up on criminals?” His eyes glinted within the moonlight, bright orange staring you down with a look mixed with disbelief, amazement, and pure confusion as he took in your gown clad form and bloody scar.
“You can see me?” Blurted out of your mouth, and his expression stilled, before letting out a sleazy grin followed by a bellow of laughter.  
“A lil’ too early to dress up for Halloween, ain’t it, Sugar? Heh, fuck. I really didn’t want any witnesses.”
He stepped towards you, and you instinctively stepped back as he closed the distance between the two of you. He couldn’t hurt you, you knew better, but it was the way how he was doing it. Images of your brother flashed through your mind, the cold, slinking feel of the knife jutting into your skin had made your eyes squeeze shut.
“Now, now, Princess,” He cooed mockingly as he stood directly in front of you, letting you take your time to really look at him. He was a few inches away from your face, leaning down to make sure that he was eye-level with you as he offered a false smile.
“How ‘bout you go back to whatever party that yer from, an’ pretend that this is all a lil’ nightmare in the mornin’, hm? Don’t wanna live a real one, don’tcha?” He grinned.
A nightmare? This was a nightmare! Yet, however, a thought clicked in your mind. It was a quick, fleeting thought, but it struck a cord within you.
“It’s a shame that the only one who can see me, is a villain.” You huffed, and his eye twitched.
“Pardon? I’m basically givin’ you an out, an’ yer gonna continue with yer dumb costume charade? Ya ingrate!” He growled out, slamming one of his hands against the brick wall next to your head. You couldn’t help but flinch, but you felt momentarily reckless and stupid, and really wanted to finally talk to somebody.
“I’ve been living my own nightmare for a year, Fat-chan. If you could find a way to send me away, please do. Until then,” You felt an uncharacteristic grin take over your features as you boldly reached up, letting your hand fade through his face. His eyes widened comically in sheer disbelief, a look that trumped his earlier look of shock, and you felt triumphant. “I’m going to haunt you.”
“The fuck you are! Who are ya! How!? I am gonna kill ya, again, ya demonic gremlin!” He growled out, punching the wall that was behind you, and you looked at his arm fazing through your abdomen. Good choices weren’t really in your state category of mind, right now, but you honestly couldn’t care, less.
“I’m a ghost, not a gremlin. I need to find my brother, and I think you know who and where.”
“I’m not helpin’ the ghost of Christmas Ass, less an actual fuckin’ ghost! What the fuck?” He was panicking, staring straight down at you with a disbelieving frown marring his features, chest rising and falling quickly as he further took your form in. You frowned, before thinking.
Sure you’d thought he’d panic, but not like this.
“Calm down. I was panicking at first when I found out that my own body was lying beside me. If I can handle it, surely you can, Mr. Villain Murderer.” You shrugged as you gave him that name. He stared at you and your wound, letting your words sink in as he didn’t budge.
“I’m talkin’ to a fuckin’ ghost.”
“Rather loudly, too. Hope your friend doesn’t wake up.” You admitted, pointing to the stirring cop.
“Shit!” He let out, and bolted. You followed him effortlessly, cutting through walls as you floated behind his racing form.
“Stop fuckin’ following me!” He hissed, panting as he leered at you from the side of a dumpster.
“I told you, I’m going to haunt you.” You pointed out.
“Annoyin’ as shit. The fuck’s up with ya? Follow somebody else!” He whispered.
“You’re the only one who can see me, though. So, no. I’m going to do whatever I want to do, anyway, so all you’re doing right now, is wasting time beside smelly garbage.” You quipped, earning you an ugly, seething scowl.
        “This isn’t happening.” He muttered underneath his breath, staring at you with the same wide-eyed shock mixed in with a common annoyance.
“You’ll get use to it. Think of it as penance for your crimes, or something. I’m feeling elated that I finally get to talk to somebody.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He threw up his hands, trying to ignore you as you basically followed his grumbling, muttering form. You didn’t need to say anything, feeling your own shock and surprise that you did that. To a known villain, who couldn’t lay a finger on you.
Your thoughts lingered on the possibility of him killing you. Nobody truly wanted to die, but you felt that he’d be doing you a service. It was a gruesome thought, but you were already sort of dead, anyway.
“Twenty percent chance of waking up.” The doctor’s words echoed within your head as you looked back on the memory. The grief inflicted on their faces, haunted you more than any efforts that you could make. You had plenty of time to think, after all. A year in thoughts, nightmares, and ideas filtered through you as you realized things that you’ve once missed.
Your brother’s cold exterior worsening as you made it towards college, you paying little to no attention to his behavior as your grades skyrocketed, and your parents began to obviously favor you more. It wasn’t your fault that he acquainted himself with the wrong crowds of people. The known drug addicts, street fights, and illegal dealings had made himself an outcast from your family.
You half minded the tree of the man who you had decided to pin yourself to. Maybe being alone wasn’t the best choice, but it was the smartest choice. If you did wake up after surviving such a feat, this villain could easily take your life away from you. Yet. You were hungry to just talk to somebody, feel their stare as they listened to you, and actually talking back. A starved dog was a desperate dog, you thought with ill humor. He could entertain you for a while, until fate had gripped it’s claws back into you.
“This is the place. Listen here, ya lil’ wench, I’m not hostin’ Casper an’ all of yer other friends, Capiche?” He seemed to calm down as he all but accepted his fate as he stopped in front of a seemingly nice apartment complex. You were surprised that it wasn’t worn down, but it made sense, since that he was a thief.
“Fine by me. I’ll sleep on the couch.” You said, and he gave you a look.
“Ghosts can fuckin’ sleep?”
“Surprised me, too.”
“What the fuck. Ya better not do other shit, such as be inside of my body, ye fuckin’ parasite.” He growled, and you let out a grin.
“Not without your consent, first.” Slipped out of your mouth without hesitation.
At this, he choked on his own spit with surprise, giving you an incredulous look.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“A gho-
“Don’t be a smart-ass. Shit, the only company I have had in over a decade, an’ it’s a fuckin’ dead person.” He growled, unlocking the door, slipping inside before slamming it closed on your surprised face. His outburst didn’t matter to you, but the fact that he let an important part of himself slip so easily, did. You couldn’t help the thoughts swirl into your head.
Was he lonely as you were?
You entered without knocking, noticing that the place was rather neat, yet it smelled awful. Like cigarettes. He sat down at the kitchen table, huffing the white stick as the embers glowed a bright red, glaring up at you, as if challenging you to say something. You floated to the seat in front of him, focusing on your spiritual energy to seat yourself.
“You’re lonely.”
He blew the smoke in your face. Although you had no lungs to cough, you wafted the nasty smell away from you.
“Yer a busy-body stalker who should mind her own fuckin’ business.”
“I have no other business to mind, really. I’m just waiting for fate, I guess.” You shrugged. He eyed you, taking you in silence as you could see the wheels basically turning in his head.
“So, if I help ya pass into the light, or whatever, you’ll forever leave me the fuck alone?” The question caught you off guard as you stared at him. That’s right, he didn’t know that you weren’t fully dead.
“I’m in limbo.”
“Limbo?”
“In between life and death. I have to wake up, or die.” You finished. He set his cigarette down, eyeing you with a blank look as he finally took time to take your wound in.
“Somebody did that to ya, huh? Yer in comatose.”
He was keen, you admitted. You decided that you liked that of your “host”.
“You’re correct.”
“Ya...mentioned a brother, earlier?”
“Correct.”
You jumped as he then slammed his fist harshly against the table, the violent action harshly contradicting his curious behavior. Wide-eyed, you stared at him as a dangerous, churning glint lit up his eyes as he grit his teeth in a snarl. It was unlike his previous expressions, and it worried you.
“Look, I might not like ya, an’ I’m toyin’ with the chance of killin’ ya myself, but...fuck! That’s dirty an’ shitty. Yer own family comin’ at ya like that? Bastard couldn’t do the job properly?” He hissed out, and you felt a bit of tears well in your eyes. Quickly, you wiped them away as he continued to be in his own little spell of pure anger. It was the first time that somebody was angry for you after the incident, you thought. After everything, all you could see was your parent’s grief and sadness, the pitying looks from strangers as your face appeared on the news. Then it dwindled to a winter-like still. Life moved on without you.
“Tch. It’s not my business, though. I gotta long lists of hits, this week, an’ I don’t need a sad ass ghost story to chase after.” He huffed in irony, yet it was as if you could see through him. He was hurting, too, but not from your pain. Something like your story had rubbed him the wrong way, and it was as if the information had dawned on you.
“Then this sad little ghost story will follow you. I have a feeling that in both of our cases, misery likes company.” You admitted, and his eyes turned towards you with realization that you were still there.
“Yer smarter than I thought. I can probably have use of you, yet. Tell ya what, you help me, an’ I’ll help you. Ya want’im murdered?” He asked, hinting at your brother. The way he was pinning you down with a look, gave away something that he wasn’t saying, yet you had a feeling that he was daring you to tell him yes.
“No.” You opted instead, and to your surprise, he blinked at you, trying to hide a look of oddly placed relief. So he was laying a trap for you, and you deflected it.  
“I want him found, and dealt with the authorities. I...he’s still my brother. It’s shitty what he did, I know, and it’s tough to acknowledge the obvious truth, but...I want him to get help. See what he’s done, regret it. Move on.” Your words spilled out as Fatgum’s attention was pinned onto your mournful expression.
“Ya’re weak. Too fuckin’ forgiving. He’s not gonna get help, he’s gonna resent those around ‘im, an’ stay a childish brat.” He spat out, and your eyes widened.
“How do you know?” You all but snapped, and he grinned, but there was no light nor humor to it.
“’Cause I’ve seen and dealt with the same fuckin’ thing for years. I’m one of ‘em.” He admitted it so casually, yet there was an edge to it at the last part of the sentence, something that you couldn’t exactly place.
“I don’t think it’s never too late. I wonder if he regrets it. If he’s grieving.” You let out softly, hands on your cheeks as your thoughts focused solely on your brother. Fatgum’s huff made you snap your attention back towards him.
“I’m going to bed. Can’t believe I’m talkin’ to a fuckin’ ghost as if it’s a frickin’ therapy session.” He changed the subject.
“I mean, you and I both could probably use a few classes.” A grin found it’s way to your face, and he rolled his eyes.
“Go to sleep. See ya in the mornin’, I guess.” He stood up, squishing the cigarette deep in the ashtray as he scowled.
“Night, Fat-chan.” You hummed, and he looked at you.
“No sense in that shit. Ya can call me Taishiro. Don’t make a fucki-”
“Night, Tai-chan!” You beamed.
“-ng nickname- oh what the hell ever. Night-”
You gave him your first name, interrupting him, once again.
“-shitty ghost. Ugh.” He opted instead, walking into the direction of his bedroom. You didn’t follow him. Instead, you respected his privacy, just this once as you floated onto the clean couch. This was happening, the thoughts had whirled inside your head as you still felt a little in shock. It was as if it was a fever dream in which you couldn’t escape, and instead, you dragged somebody else with you.
Granted he was a villain with a bad choice of habits and words, yet, you couldn’t really fully hate him. He intrigued you, you thought. Rough around the edges, yet oddly merciful and open to a complete stranger. Well, it wasn’t as if you could tell anybody, and if you did, what was he going to do about it? He didn’t know your body’s location. He knew this, and decided to perhaps play along to your little game, you thought.
It didn’t matter. You were going to get to the bottom of this, and hopefully, just maybe, fate can finally make a decision on your fading life.
………
Notes: This will be more than one chapter, I’ll add more when I can!  
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Taishiro,Mirio and Izuku reacting to their wife lactating while pregnant sex😍😳🐮🍼
Never written for this kink but hey! I’m open to it send me more kinks to write for! Preferably bnha
Song ref: ugly faces-watsky
Fatgum(taishiro):
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- okay so I’ve never written for a kink like this but here we go
- He is a titty man
- Def plays with them all the time
- Suck bite lick he does it all
- Now that they’re all swollen with milk his mind wanders
- Like he buys you a mega milk shirt
- Sir,,,
- Keyhole sweaters
- He’s gunna suck on em while he fingers you
- Once he tastes milk it’s all over
- He will be latched to a titty at all times
- Save some for you kid man
- Likes the way it taste
- Likes that they are extra sensitive so he can tease you more
- Gunna have to fuck them just once
- He will try to be as gentle as possible
- Loves to use them as stress balls
Izuku:
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- He’s very shy about it
- Just watches them jiggle from afar
- Can’t help but think wow there milk in there
- Googles everything you need to know about how to produce the best possible Brest milk
- When it First happens your showering together
- He’s pressed up against your back and he notices you’re leaking
- (I hear hot water triggers it ??? Idk my sister has been pregnant like once I don’t want to give birth ever)
- He is too curious for his own good
- Pops a titty in his mouth and bam!! Hooked!!
- Will definitely suck you dry
- Now using nipple clamps in the bedroom
- Fondling your chest before work
- And when he gets home
- Leaves bite marks and hikeys on your chest
- Covered in bruises
- “I love that expression your making.”
- Wild def slide you into the bathroom if your in public
- If you leak through a shirt he will clean you up
- With his mouth
- Can’t help but thrust a little rougher when he gets a taste
- Thinks it’s sweet like you
- He’s a secret freak y’all
Mirio:
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- He discovered this kink by accident much like izuku
- Probably sent him a lewd pic of your swollen chest and he instantly wants a taste
- He completely forgot you were lactating tbh
- Just goes to suck on a titty and????
- What’s this in his mouth???
- “Thanks for the treat babe”
- He likes the added sensitivity to them
- Can’t help but want to make you scream like this
- Rubs your belly and sucks a titty
- That’s his morning routine lmao
- When you too have sex
- It’s over
- He literally cums right there from seeing you covers in bruises and milk
- Like fuuuuuck dude
- Will probably want to finish on your face
- “Make sure to drink all you milk sweetheart”
- (I heard that form a mirio asmr And idk referring to nut as milk is 👌🏿👌🏿)
- Likes when you ride him so he can have better accessibility to your chest
- If he even sees that your nipples are hard it’s over for you
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OverhaulXReader part 41 (E)
So this a different path/decision written for the long ass Overhaul story. Basically this part takes place after part 40, but the E and the O in the titles stand for different paths. I hope that’s not too confusing.
Y/n had forgotten to set her alarms. Though she didn’t sleep much the night before, she had the morning. When she did wake up, she felt like shit. It was hard to peel herself out of bed because she wanted to go back and sleep. Kai really did a number on her last night, so much build up to only get ruined by more fighting. 
 Marriage? Now? What was she thinking? Sure her life was pretty set in the career department, but Overhaul didn’t want her around his men for his own reasons. He didn’t think she could defend herself, BUT HE WAS RIGHT! Marrying someone he has to worry about would probably be too much for him.
 When she entered the bakery she was expecting to get scolded, but everyone had hounded her for a completely different reason.
“Don’t clock in just yet!”
“I can’t believe it!”
“A pro hero wants you to visit the hospital!”
 They all wanted to know how she was close with a pro-hero. Y/n couldn’t believe how the events were getting weirder. First she had an over the top romantic date with her boyfriend which ended in life threatening disaster, and now a pro-hero summoned her. She knew exactly who it was, but she didn’t think her friendship with Tai was that deep. Then again it’s been a couple years and she does give him free food. 
“Is it dire?” She asked.
“Of course it is!” Her employees pushed her. 
 It hit her that only the staff at the old restaurant knew about her being in a relationship. Ever since she had the bakery she never really mentioned Overhaul, no one really asked. They all just thought it was a little cool that pro-hero Fatgum would stop by. 
“Alright, don’t burn the place down.” She yawned.
“Oversleep? Is that why you’re late?”
“Yeah I ran into some villain activity last night.”
“They should use you as a radar to find villains!” 
She wanted to call Overhaul, but resisted the urge. He told her last night he had an early morning. He was working and couldn’t be bothered with little worries. Oh to be engaged. To show it off to her co-workers and then say they’re having a small wedding. How she’d rub it in her mother’s face for trying to set her up with that gross doctor. It would be a true fairytale ending. Would she go traditional or western for the dress? Overhaul would probably want to go traditional, but she wanted a big puffy skirt and call herself a full cake. Telling her he loves her in front of everyone they know. Oh such naughty thoughts. But he didn't propose, so it would be best to store such thoughts.
 At the hospital,  the nurses directed Y/n to Fatgum. There were two younger people in the room with him. Suneater who she recognized despite the bandages, and an even younger body in a full cast. Both the boys were asleep. She didn’t even recognize Tai. He was in a hospital gown, awake. He had a bandage on his face and head. 
 “I might be in the wrong room.”  She said.
“Did someone else call you?” Oh it was his voice.
“I’ve never seen you without a mask before.” She tried covering up. “Sorry sorry.”
“It’s fine, Red Riot over there didn’t even know it was me and I was with him during the whole transformation.” He told her 
“You have a whole party in here. What happened?”
“I can’t give you too many details, but we did complete a raid.”
Fatgum had a plan. Considering Y/n was still in the city, and willing to visit him, she doesn’t know what happened to the Shie Hassakai yet. Despite her lack of knowledge that didn’t make him feel easy. It seemed the league and the Shie Hassakai were not on good terms when they worked together. She may have been used without knowing it, but she wasn’t safe yet. He wanted her here so that no one would attack her. Her fate was unsure. 
“Did you need anything from me? Meals?” She asked him 
 “Nothing like that, I thought maybe I could turn the tables.” He tried joking. 
“Too bad I’m not a hero.” She told him. “I’d have to change my whole wardrobe if I was.” 
“Thank you for coming, Y/n. You’re a good friend.” He was worried this visit was going to be too short.
Tai was learning a lot from her movements. She didn’t see flustered or worried about Overhaul. She couldn’t have known. If she did there would be no reason how she could act so calmly. She’d be overwhelmed if she found out her boyfriend's place was raided. What if they were never a couple and Tai only put a bunch of information that seemed connected wasn’t? Sure they did go to the same elementary, and maybe she came back home just to be close with her family or the place she grew up at. Maybe her and Overhaul got a drink once or they were friendly at her restaurant which made that guy assume they were more than something and choked her. Overhaul was just probably being nice. Sure her grandpa was connected to the old head, but her parents seemed to have distanced themselves as much as possible, which probably distanced Y/n. They might know each other and that is all. Overhaul could have used someone else's regeneration quirk despite Y/n being the closed guess. There were so many things they still didn’t know. 
“Well you did the same for me. At least you have your interns with you.” She told him. “I bet you were a great leader.”
“I feel like a lot of the good today was already in their hearts.” He told Y/n.
 Y/n stayed a bit longer but confessed she had to get back to work. Fatgum tried to sway her, but his words fell on deaf ears. She promised she’d bring him a meal tomorrow and for his interns, but for now she had to manage the bakery.
 The Wicked Sparrow’s bakery was hopping with customers and her employees were bustling. They asked her the connection she had with pro hero Fatgum over and over and just drooled over the story of being personally saved. They all had at least seen him in person a couple times since he was a customer who wasn’t so easily disguised. They asked if he was her boyfriend, but she told the truth and said “no”. 
 It felt wrong, the whole day did. Overhaul was going to propose, she knew it in her heart! He mentioned it at a wedding for crying out loud! Now her friend was injured and her employees gushed over her closeness to a hero. They came a dime a dozen! 
 When the work day was done, Y/n dragged herself to the subway to get home. She hadn’t heard from Overhaul all day, but that wasn’t new. She just missed him. Especially now. She wishes she could tell both Overhaul and Fatgum to get different jobs, less dangerous. It would be easier said than done. These jobs were what they dreamed of since they were young, being there head of the yakuza and a pro-hero. 
Y/n unlocked her apartment door and found her place to be a mess. The couch was flipped, wine glasses were broke, there were papers everywhere. She hesitated but slowly stepped in the house. She knew it was best to call the police before walking in, but she might have had stuff to hide. She turned into the bathroom to find the sink running. She shut it off and pulled the shower curtain to see if anyone was hiding. No one. Behind her she heard a click, and her eyes widened. Danger again. Something that happened so many times and yet the feeling never adapted well. Her eyes looked in the mirror to find a man with a gas mask on behind her pointing a gun at the back of her head. 
“If you wanna live, come with me.” 
“O-okay.” She shook. 
“Wait.” He said as Y/n turned to face the man. 
He took her phone out of her pocket and smashed it against the sink. That was her only hope! There would have to be some sort of GPS on it, she gave Overhaul her “find my friends”. And now she’s gonna die!
Y/n followed him to the car. He instructed her to get in the back seat as he drove. The locks on the car had child locks to prevent the escape. 
“This won’t be so bad I promise.” The man said
Oh god she was going to get...she couldn’t even think it. Her lungs tightened. 
“You don’t trust me?”
“I’m gonna end up on the news, being a dismembered body aren’t I?” She asked, shaking. 
“No, not that.” He told her.
 The man’s demeanor was different in the apartment than in the car. In the apartment he was intimidating, wanting to kill her, y’all, looking over her, broke her phone. Now he was more casual and relaxed. Trying to make it seem this wasn’t the worst thing to happen. If she stayed with Fatgum maybe this wouldn’t happen even though this guy was hiding in her place. It was inevitable wasn’t it? He was probably crazy, he was pulling this. 
“I actually don’t know how you’re gonna take any of it, to be quite honest.” He told her. 
“Why do you care? Are you a stalker?” Why is he pretending to care how she takes this! He kidnapped her. “If you’re gonna kill me why didn’t you just do it back there?”
“Well I’m not a stalker...okay maybe sorta, I was interested in who you are.” He told her.
“Oh my god!” She fiddled with the door handle that didn’t do anything to unlock. 
“Hey, hey calm down! I’m not gonna hurt you unless you make me!”
“I just might make you, I’m not as submissive as you think!” She growled, kicking his seat.
“Hey hey! I’m taking you somewhere! Can’t you see I’m driving!”
“If I’m gonna die, I’ll take us both down!” She yelled. 
 Noticing she wasn’t wearing her seat belt the man took a sharp fast turn which caused her to slam her face in the windows. She groaned as she held her cheek.
“Dick.” She told him. 
“You made me!” He yelled.
“Yeah, I made you kidnap me!”
“I’m doing something nice for someone.”
“Oh my god! Did my mom put you up to this! What is it this time! That I didn’t come crawling back to her and that now it’s real that I wasn’t coming back!”
Under the mask the man felt the pressure of the situation rising. She was just throwing wild cards at him and he didn’t know how to respond, but also keep the favor concealed. 
“What? She did, didn’t she?”
“No. Right now the less you know the better.”
“That’s so unfair! How long is it gonna take for us to get to wherever you’re driving?” 
“A while. I was hoping we can talk to keep the drive less boring, but it seems to only be stressful. I’ll turn on the radio.” He said.
Ariana Grande’s Break Free came on. It was the chorus. 
“Looks like the radio is trying to tell me something.” Y/n said.
“We’re obviously not listening to that.” Told her.
He dialed the radio and the next station was playing Sweet Escape by Gwen Steffani. He could see Y/n raising an eyebrow at him. Sweating, he put on the news, and it was about a woman escaping from her abuser and setting them on fire. 
“NEVER MIND!” The man yelled turning off the radio. 
The car ride was long, but Y/n was feeling like she could put her guard down just a little bit. It was gonna be a long car ride that didn’t seem like it was going to end. While the man couldn’t do anything but drive, she could at least relax her muscles. She wondered what Overhaul was doing. She didn’t know if he knew she was missing her not. He might be too embarrassed to face her just yet after last night. He shouldn’t though, though he despises so many heros, he was her hero last night. But it’s still a high possibility. She also didn’t message him at all today! The day slipped away from her! That could add to the distance. If he did find out she was missing, he would probably lose it. It would start with a call to ask about last night, he can surprise her. Sure they are immature sometimes, but Overhaul did overcome a lot to be with Y/n, she knew that. There would be no pick up. When he gets a free moment he would break in and see her place was a mess. Though she was the messier one, she wasn’t that messy. But what hints or clues would he have to be able to track her down. She was a goner. 
“Hey, I have a favor to ask, stalker.”
“I can’t let you out.”
“If I’m gonna die, I wanna at least let someone know how much I love them. You can read the letter if you want if you’re worried if I’m gonna snitch you out. We can mail it from a random address too. I just can’t forgive myself if I left things like I did.”
“Did you two break up?” The man asked.
“First of all rude, yes I’m in a relationship, and no we didn’t fight last night.” Her knife like tone was back up. “I just want him to know my feelings haven’t changed, even if it’s hard to tell sometimes.”
“Well I’m not gonna kill you.”
“So who is?”
“I meant the purpose of this trip isn’t gonna get you killed.” The man said.
“I don’t trust like that.” She told him.
“I’ll think about it, but we’re almost there anyway.”
She sighed. Y/n’s eyes looked through the tinted window to see they were on the coast. Her eyes went to the other window finding they were in a less populated area. There was grass and trees, the waves crashed on the sand. The sun was going down. Y/n didn’t even know what to think at such a location. Who did she know would want her at a beach? It wasn’t a nice beach, a little dumpy with litter and seaweed. The car pulled into the rundown town. There were no huge big store names. Some even were planting flowers in their windows. They drove out of the downtown area and then drove into some secluded private property. There was a lot of land, a lot of lush greenery too, covering the house from the street view. They parked in front of the small cabin. 
 “Whatever you do, try not to scream.” The man told her. 
Y/n gulped as she was reaching for the front door.
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YO AM I ALLOWED TO ASK FOR FATGUM AND TAMAKI AND FACESITTING BECAUSE JESUS I WOULD LET THOSE BOYS VORE THE FUCK OUT OF THIS PUSS
Tamaki Amajiki:
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His fingers dug into your hips as you hovered above his face, your hands gripping the headboard of the bed with all your strength as your boyfriend worked his tongue and mouth against you. The slippery wet sounds of his mouth moving against your sopping wet cunt filled your mind with a buzzing pleasure that made you halfway hysterical, your mind not being able to piece together just why and how he was making you feel so good. However, the feeling of it all made your body feel as though it had been lit aflame as his teeth skimmed against your wet folds, his tongue lapping up at all your juices as he ate you out. Never had you felt like this when he ate you out normally, but sitting above his face with his mouth so hungrily ravishing you was a feeling you could and would probably never be able to describe. Not that you could at the moment anyway, your loud moans and cries of pleasure being the only things you could sputter out, all words being a mess of jumbled words in your mind and lost in your throat. As his tongue suddenly swiveled around your throbbing clit, a sharp moan left you, your body jerking forwards against his face as you felt the mind numbing sensation of your orgasm hit you. Waves upon waves of pleasure came crashing down onto you as you gyrated and withered above Tamaki, but his actions didn’t stop. Mercilessly, he continue to assault your clenching womanhood with his tongue, thrusting it into you as you rode out your orgasm, body burning, mind turning, and moans pouring out of you faster and louder than you could contain them.
Taishirou Toyomitsu:
You could feel his grin against your folds as he ate you out from below, his mouth moving in slow, clever moments that would be sure to tease you, only giving you flashes of white hot pleasure before he stopped his motions to pepper kisses around your thighs as you calmed down. You wish you could say you hated this, that you just wanted to get this over with so that you could get to your release and be overcome with pleasure, but you quite liked this slow game he was playing.  It excited you to be above his face like this, not being able to see what tricks he could possibly have up his sleeve when his face was deep in your pussy, tongue gliding over your wet slit, tasting the sweet juices you had to offer and up towards your aching clit before sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. It drove you wild how slow he was being but with each tiny bit of that intense pure pleasure he gave you excited you enough to keep going, to let him tease you like this until you finally got what you wanted. Before too long, Taishiro was finally satisfied with how he had been teasing you, the quivering and pulsating of your cunt being a clear indicator that you were getting beyond close to your sweet release. Swiftly, his tongue flicked against your clit, repeating the motion at such a fast rate that you could hardly keep yourself from jerking against his tongue, riding it to match his pace. The sudden change in pace made you feel as though you were flying, your mouth open wide as moans slipped out of you, your hands coming down to rest on Taishiro’s head as you felt your release fast approaching. When you finally snapped, he made sure to encase your throbbing clit in his mouth and suck hard on it as you came undone, your pleasure like a thick blanket falling around you and filling you with warmth as more of your womanly fluid poured from you, coating your boyfriend’s face and he happily took it all, his smile still ever present on his face.
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