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Hello! I have returned from Japan and have quite a long chapter to post! So please enjoy! And expect another Chapter for my Ace X reader soon!
Warnings- Cursing, Sex/Smut, Torture, Violence, Blood, Fighting.
“Welcome Home!” She smiled brightly, and at that moment… he realized he had just met the most dangerous woman in the world… “So happy to have ya!”
Dabi sat panting, watching as Y/n sparred with Izuku. "God damn... she just done kicking my ass," He huffed, wipping the sweat he had gathered.
"Yeah, by far the best stamina those two," Shigaraki huffed, a towel wrapped around his shivering body from his spar with Shoto. "Think it's because they don't use their quirks unless necessary," He whispered a soft thanks to Kurogiri for grabbing him a hot coffee.
"Well no shit, He dosen't have a quirk,"
"GAH!" The pained groan of Izuku caught their attention, quite a display of the two. His arms pinned above his head, legs parted, with Y/n straddling him. "Okay! I-I yield!" His face was flushed, his breath ragged as he struggled under her hold.
"Hah! That's 4 to 0, babe!" With a wet and sloppy kiss to his lips, she let him up, panting in her own exhaustion. She looked up towards the others, smirking at their tired forms. "What? Done already!?"
"YES! you physco bitch!" Shigaraki huffed, pulling the towel closer. "I'm getting something to eat," He stood roughly patting his way away from the gym and back to the main living room.
"Wait! Shigi, we should finalize the plan for Endeavor for tonight." Izuku was quick to get up, gather his bearings, before following, only stopping to grab his notebook with the rough draft of the plan.
"Fuck, it that tonight?" Dabi questioned, moving past the living room into the kitchen for a post-workout snack.
"Yeah, and it needs to be perfect," Y/n huffed, "we're already cutting it close with the waiting."
-Another mini time skip -Becuase fuck the plan+
"Okay, so Dabi and I will be the only ones who go; you'll wait here as back-up." Izuku and Shigaraki nodded.
As the daylight faded, Y/n and Dabi got prepared to move. Dressed in his usual dark clothing, Y/n followed his lead in a simple T-shirt and black joggers.
"What happened to those 'Costumes' you were making?" Shigaraki asked, taking a sip of his soda, genuinely curious.
"Can't wear those yet!" She looked almost offended, "Those are our official daybute fits!" Y/n huffed, dramatically moving away from him.
With a soft shrug and a simple head nod of understanding, "Fair enough," Leaving the topic to rest, he got into position as Kurogiri opened the portal.
"Yeah, lets go kill... get a dick," he changed his wording, remembering their deal.
"Good Luck, be safe, if all else fails... come back... home alive," Kurogiri spoke to them, like a father sending his kids off to war.
"Let's get it!" As they were transported to the empty office, Y/n smirked at Shoto's perfect prediction of the schedule.
"He's not home... perfect," Dabi gestured for her to get into position. Watching as she moved, hidden behind his desk, they waited for the Pro.
It didn't take long for the sound of a door slamming shut to rattle the house. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU SHOTO?!" With a jump, the door slammed open as he stormed in. Quickly stripping his suit off, he huffed in pure anger at the inability to find his son. He stared at the missing poster he had made... still hesitant to post it to the media quite yet. "God...Fucken," He was spiraling, another day with no trace of his son... Dabi was frozen; he could see it all... and suddenly he truly realized that Shoto had gone through hell.
'He... was never this angry, right?' Dabi couldn't help the subtle shake... the thought of his poor baby brother enduring this... Sure, he had forced himself to his limits, but this. His breath hitched, 'He endured this at fucken four?'
"WHERE ARE YOU BITCH!?" Dabi's world froze as the desk that was concealing Y/n went flying through the window.
"Fuck," She muttered, hastle dodging the fire fist that was thrown at her.
"YOU! WHERE'S SHOTO?!" He was fast and moving irrationally. No time to predict his moments.
"GAH!" Endeavor held Y/n by her throat, fire singeing her skin. Her soft whimper from his tight hold, the oxygen quickly leaving her brain.
'Y/N!" Dabi couldn't move... 'no, no' his mind settled, as the fearful recognition washed over him.... This man didn't care who he killed, he wasn't careful... which made him dangerous... far more dangerous than either was prepared for.
Y/n dangled from his hold, the lack of oxygen was making her dizzy, unable to focus on her quirk. 'Think Y/n... come on,' With little strength, she clawed at his arm, sinking her nails into his forearm. She continued her struggle, but he remained unwavering. 'What would Izuku do... come on, think!' Endeavor watched as her eyes looked around, calculating... desperate for a way out.
"No way out... Where's my son?" His hold let up the slightest bit, expecting her to tell. The sliver of air was enough for her. Quickly gathering her magic in her hand, she sent the man flying... but he didn't let her go. "GAH!" He was quick to change their position, resulting in Y/n hitting the office wall harshly. The sight of blood coming out of her mouth caused Dabi to panic, quickly summoning Kurogiri.
"HE'S GOT HER!" With a quick call, the three found themselves back in the lair. The league's eyes went wide at the sight of Y/n.
"The Hell?" Endeavor froze, retightening his grip on her throat, assessing his surroundings.
"Y/N!" Izuku cried, terrified. Never had he seen her beat so badly. He moved without thinking, running towards the pro without hesitation. He snagged a kitchen knife during his attack, digging it into the hero's forearm before dragging it downward.
"GAH YOU FUCKEN," He realsed Y/n just enough for the oxygen to flow, allowing her to use her magic. With a quick hand movement, Endeavor collapsed, foam forming at his lower jaw as his eyes rolled back.
"TIE HIM UP NOW!" Y/n gasped. Izuku ran to where she was dropped. With gentle hands, he cradled her body.
"Can you make something for us, love?" His voice was soft, knowing she was already in pain and pissed, "Something to keep him still?" With the softest groan, a thick chain link appeared in a soft purple hue. "Thanks, love."
"How the fuck?" Shigaraki went to lift the chains, "Holy fuck," He couldn't get them off the ground. "These... are perfect." With help from Dabi and Shoto, Endeavor was tied up tight and sat in a chair, dead center of the room.
"Now what?" Shoto asked, watching as Kurogiri carried a glass of water to Y/n, "We gonna keep him here?"
"We could get some info out of him before dumping him," Dabi offered, his slouched position on the couch made it look as if he wasn't frozen in fear by the man minutes ago.
"No, we need to prep for the USJ, it's coming soon," Shigaraki argued. "Our main target is All Might."
"Yeah, but what if he knows something?"
The group sat arguing about what to do with the pro while Kurogiri and Izuku attended to Y/n, who was still regaining her bearings.
"Ugh, my head." The voice was deep, far deeper than anyone else in the room.
"He's awake? Already?" Dabi and Shoto both stared at the hindered man, watching as his head lolled side to side.
"Fuck... Where..." Barley holding his head up, he took in each face staring at him... until his glare held on Y/n, "VILLAIN! GIVE MY SON BACK!!" He thrashed, using his quirk to try to heat the chains. "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" They watched as he continued heating up, but the chains gave no give.
"Don't be stupid... It's mixed with Diomound and the fibers used in your hero costume." Y/n walked closer, using her magic to encase him in a hamster ball. "They won't melt... and if you keep going, both you and your flames will run out of oxygen." They could see the fog forming in the ball, showing the quickly decreasing oxygen level.
"Fuck...Fuck," He huffed, slowly getting wosey. His head lulled again before he turned off his quirk completely.
"Good Boy," She smirked, but Izuku made an ugly face at her words. She released the ball, and Endeavor gasped for air.
"GAH! You," He panted for a moment, teal eyes glaring at her.
"I made the mistake once..." With a hand, she caressed where he had choked her. "And it won't happen again,"
"What are you gonna do to me?" He whimpered, "Kill me?"
"No, no... Imma let Izuku have a little fun!" She giggled, nodding to the boy, who gasped.
"Go nuts, babe." She turned her back to the pro, moving to join the rest on the couch.
"What's he gonna do?" Shoto watched as Izuku flipped through an old and dingy notebook.
"He tortures," Kurogiri whispered, remembering her words from a previous conversation.
"Ding Ding!" Her eyes had a tint to them, a hue that spoke nothing but danger, and when Izuku turned to get the things he needed. They realized his eyes held the same. "Just settle in and enjoy the show."
"Oh, oh, I've been wanting to try this one out!" His voice was excited, with little giggles following his movements. He was practically running around, muttering as he went. "Saw this as an ancient idea, adding a twist." He set up a medium-sized water dropper above Endeavor's head before filling it with alcohol, "See, traditionally they simply used water!"
"Right," Dabi mumbled, still infatuated by the man's quick and precise movements. Glancing at Y/n, who was doodling on Shoto's arm.
"But using alcohol means he can't use his fire to try and evaporate it!" Izuku spoke a soft apology as he elbowed Endeavor. "Because then it'd just get set on fire!"
"He's insane," Shigaraki muttered, watching as Izuku aggressively grabbed Endeavor's hair.
"Hi," His grip was tight, and his face was close to his. "I'll make sure it hurts extra good, okay!?" With a dull knife, Izuku slowly began to make a slice on Endavor's head, the inability of the knife to cut made it more painful from the friction.
"AGH," Endeavor grunted, watching as small streaks of blood finally streamed down his face.
"Touch my girl again... I'll use your asshole instead," His threat sounded stupid but also terrifying. With the dropped set to drip every 45 seconds, he stepped away, admiring his work.
"Ngh," The first drop hit, causing a few seconds of burning before it slowly went away, only for another drop to land.
"Great!" Dabi clapped, sarcastically, "What the hell does it do?"
"See! Glad you asked!" Izuku opened his book once more, showing the diagram he made of his method. "The dropper drips roughly every 45 seconds! The scratch on his forehead is positioned right under it, so the Achol lands right on it!" He used his hands to gesture to different areas of the diagram. "The burn lasts roughly 25 seconds! Then it goes away, but here's the best part!" He flipped the page to show the mathematical aspect of the dropper, speed of alcohol to fall, all of it was meticulously analyzed and calculated. "Right when it stops burning and you get a small moment of release, BAM! another drop!" Oh, he cackled like a man, "Originated in China, but not really! It's actually from Italy," hitting a pose that pointed at Endeavor, " but improved by yours truly here in Japan! It's Izuku's All Might Cleanse!" The others' sweat dropped at the name, being... it was really stupid. "Cleans the wound… and your will to live!"
"Great, babe, let's work on the name, tho," Y/n giggled, finally moving to get a closer look at his work.
"The constant anticipation of the next drop will keep him awake!" He dropped to his knees, head leaning into Y/ns stomach. "ALL FOR YOU, MY LOVE!" He turned into a Yander when he got like this, gently caressing her waist, looking up, chin resting on her soft belly pudge.
She gently ran a hand through his hair, petting him. "You're too good to me," She mumbled, her voice so soft with affection.
"Anything for you." His face was bright red, the insane hue in his eyes still heavily present.
"So, number 2... how does it feel?" He thrashed around, doing anything to try to break free.
"T-this will not break me." He glared at them, gritting his teeth as the alcohol continued to burn.
They left him there, ignoring him, to settle on the couch for some downtime. But, Shoto caught Y/ns attention. "You okay, Sho?"
"I... I don't know," His voice was hesitant and low, "It, it just feels wrong to relish in someone's pain," He glanced over at his father before returning his gaze to Y/n, "Even...If I am enjoying it."
"It's just our role," Dabi spoke, watching Endevor through the TV reflection, "Heroes play theirs and we get to write ours. Think what he did to Y/n, without hesitation..." Dabi's eyes narrowed slightly, "What he did to us, and he's supposed to be the good guy."
"Look, I'll be honest," Y/n spoke up, "We are doing something horrible, honest and true we are," She gently took Shoto's hand, "But once you come to terms with it... and play the role, it becomes fun,"
"I understand," His face was blank, "It's just a little hard to...Shake old habits, I guess,"
"Why don't you... Get dressed up in a disguise and go do some shopping?"
"But, shouldn't I stay and-"
"No, no need, we got it covered." She handed him a small shopping list, "You're uncomfortable, get out of the lair, get some fresh air, and..." She glanced at Izuku, who was still intensely watching Endeavor, writing notes with each drop. "Knowing him, he'll be here for quite some time."
"Yeah, Yeah! Some fresh air will help," He stood hastily, already getting ready.
"Wait! Take this," She handed him a black Hermes wallet. "Don't waste our money!" She giggled as Shoto recognized the wallet.
"Yeah! Okay, I'll be back,"
"Be safe, stay lowkey, and call if anything goes south," She gently kissed his cheek, leaving some magic behind to help with the disguise.
"Okay! I will!" Soon, he was out the door and off to shop.
"Alright... Let's discuss the USJ a little more," She had already put a bubble around their captive to avoid any leaked information.
As the night fell and Shoto returned safely, the group made the stupid agreement to leave Endeavor unattended throughout the night.
"Are you ready for the USJ?" The two sat in the bath, his cock was nuzzled deep in her, just enjoying the warmth.
"You ready to face him again?" She shifted slightly, causing both to moan the softest bit. His hands instantly went to stabilize her.
"Yeah... I'm gonna kill him," He muttered, gently rocking his hips up. "Ngh, needed this," He whimpered, biting into her shoulder. She only nodded, gripping his forearm that was wrapped around her waist,
"Yes, yes..." She whimped as his pace increased, "Zuku,"
He chuckled, "Feeling good, baby?"
"Yes, so good, so, so," She let out a loud moan as her body spasmed. Leaning deeper into his chest while he buried himself as deep as possible,
groaning at the tight hold she had on him.
"That's it baby...let go," He left gentle kisses on her neck, trying to ground himself after his own high, "love you," He'd kiss her pulse spot, "Love you so much,"
As the high faded, they sat in the steamy tub for a while longer, him still buried in her. "This is per-" The loud pounding interrupted them.
"HE'S GONE!" It was Shigiraki; his voice was strained. Hastily, they threw on some type of clothing to meet him.
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