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Masterlist, Introduction, and Rules

Hello wandering person in my phone and computer, I’m Seraphim(25) and this is my first writing blog! I will write mainly male reader with the occasional gender neutral reader(I won’t do female reader). A03: s0ft_d3cay

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Childish Endeavors

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader | This was suppose to be done a week after 'The Art of Togetherness' and I forgor it existed as well as FNAF oops!

Preview: "What's in the bag?"

Y/N hides the bag behind his back, his gaze warm as he replies. "Just a little something for later." Closing the remaining space, gently kissing his lover's nose. Adding in with a softer tone, "I'm sure you'll love it."

Warnings: fluff, gift giving, v short, a little add on to 'The Art of Togetherness', no use of Y/N, no edited

WC: 541 | Mike List | Art of Togetherness

"Pizza sounds good, I’m cool with that." He says, pulling in the parking lot the rumbling of his car turning silent with one click to the right. Casting a glance towards Mike in the passenger seat, "If you order those cheesy bread sticks, I'll stop teasing you for the night."

The other lightly shrugs with a coy smile, eyes cascading over the man's blush. "I’ll think about it." He huffs through a smile, leaning over the center console to capture his lips in a quick kiss before exiting.

Staying in the driver seat a moment longer, exhaling deeply as he watches Mike walk through the door. Following not long after, bag in hand with an ever-growing smile. Placing the bags on the dining table once inside, one bag in particular was still around his wrist, catching the other's glances towards him from the living room.

"What's in the bag?"

Hiding the bag behind his back, his gaze warm as he replies. "Just a little something for later." Closing the remaining space, gently kissing his lover's nose. Adding in with a softer tone, "I'm sure you'll love it."

"Hmm, what if I don't wanna wait?" Mike pushes, hand grasping at the other's shirt hem. "You're gonna have to. You are the one ordering the pizza, remember?" 

He pouts, gaze flickering away. "Pouting over all that, huh?" He teases, hand running through his curls. Quick to catch the small shift of weight leaning towards himself.

"Not pouting..."

"Of course not."

Pizza both arrived and eaten, endless tired eyes blink slow as Mike pulls him to bed. He breathed out heavily, head hanging low and shaking it back and forth as he's pulled down to a mattress he swears is made of clouds and cotton candy.

"Hm-wait, still have that present to give you. It's your favorite too, I promise!" Mutters over Mikes lips, unable to pull away from the man's grip. Arms heavy and tight around his torso, his scent alone alluring the other to an impossible proximity. His own hands clenching around twisted fabric and soft hair. 

"Present can wait...I want you and sleep like right now." Mike mutters out.

"You will get your cuddles and sleep after," He groans escaping from Mikes grip. Loud plastic cracked closer as he hands over the bag.

Reveling a replica of the Pachycephalosaurus, one similar to the museum attraction they'd visited only hours ago. Same patches of colors, only furrier and softer. "How'd you know it's my favorite?" He questioned, caressing the small pushie.

Shrugging bashfully, his hands moving to rest on your waist. Pulling you close to him. "You looked so happy when you were interacting with the one in the dinosaur exhibit. I thought you might like having one at home."

"Well, yeah...and with you here...it's nice," A smile pulling at his lips as low giggle erupts from his chest.

"Oh, I almost forgot your own present too." Mike crawls off the bed, returning with a similar gift bag. Arms outstretched to the other.

Widening the opening he feels the soft pushie body of a triceratops. He giggles, "Is this your way of tell me how hardheaded I am?"

"If I say yes will you still love me?"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[s0ft-d3cay]

Hi <3

Can you please do Keigo Takami x UA student! Male! Reader ‼️‼️‼️PLATONIC‼️‼️‼️?

Reader have a crush on someone (It can be anyone and doesn't have to be specified) but doesn't know if they like him back and because of this, he's starting to get worse at the hero internship

And have a nice day

Mess

Keigo Takami x UA Student!Male Reader | Happy pride month everyone!

Previews: "Boys or homework?"

The hero's words took a second to process, no judgment or pressure lining his tone. A genuine question, almost startling the younger hero. "…boys."

Warnings: Reader spirals fairly quick, self doubt, reader is kinda clumsy, reader has almost no confidence, readers crush is on Tenya iida because I like him(not because I have a fic for him, totally not the reason), hawks encouraging reader, no use of Y/N, not edited

WC: 984 | Answered Requests |

"I'm fine, there's no need to worry about me."

A phrase that had become expired gum in his teeth, stringy and clumped together. His comforting fall back behind warm cheeks and a racing heart.

He was fine, until his long time crush on Tenya Iida grew over his control. Losing sleep was the first step he'd noticed, a few hours he'd waved off. But when he'd started seeing the sun through his blinds for the pass two weeks he'd noted to sleep earlier that night.

And the worst having is crush corner him in concern. Walking along side him after school, houses not too far apart from the other. "Have you been doing alright? I've noticed some changes in your behavior." A slight pause, almost apprehensive as he adjusted his glasses. Gaze magnetizing toward the other.

Brain void of thoughts, words scattered even as he replied. "Oh, just trouble sleeping. No sleep just makes me all…spacey." Hand fiddling with his bag, his own eyes elsewhere. Occasionally flickering back to the hero, eye contact was a dangerous spot. One second too long, a blink of want and he'd know. He had too right?

"I see, so that's why you've been sleeping on your desk before class."

Having an excuse to talk to only him, no distractions. He face warmed over with that thought, a hand raising to chase away his blooming emotion. "Y-yeah.." He replies, his mind racing over that actual reason of seeing him in the morning.

Heart racing over the known reason, he's worried over him. But not in the way he worries over the other. Not in the way he wants him to, how could he, he doesn't even like him like that. Would he even see a chance of being in a relationship with him? Would he's family approve of him?

Would he even be worth the trouble at all…

Chest tightening as he breaths through a tightened jaw, "I'm sorry if I've been worrying you." Refusing to face him, gaze at his feet in blame and guilt.

Too busy within his self-doubt to witness the other's heart exposure, a stiff hand extending shaky fingers. Worry-ridden eyes lingering only to blink away with the shine of his glasses, "There is no need for your apology, perhaps a change in sleep schedule would help?"

He nods, the remains of a smile playing at the edge of his lips. "Yeah, I'll try that.."

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He needed to focus on something else, distract himself from his stupid heart. Maybe even forget he has a crush all together!

If only it was that easy, a week ago he'd ran into four civilians during a fight, destroyed a building when dodging a hit, and the villain in question got away from him two days after. It was non-stop, completely hit a wall.

Emotionally he was a mess distracted and isolating himself entirely, from school to work. Over and over again, hoping change would spark.

Now, he sat on the entrance steps to the hero agency, dead staring the street a few feet away. Air waves from cars passing washed over him, a choking quiet holding the open space.

The pass few months of hero work slowed, he'd noticed the busy work piling up as opposed to the normal day patrol and villain fighting. File organizing, paperwork, and assistance for the second hero himself.

"Keep up the good work, you'll be out of the coup in no time!" The hero left with a thumbs up and a stylized wink, leaving the younger holding the fifteenth box to open and organize.

Even with all the busy work he still found a way to fuck up. Important papers missing, files mixed up, and coffee spills multiplying. There was only so many times he could utter the word 'sorry' before it started to sound like an excuse.

All that and his brain still returned to Tenya, imagination twisting the other to disappointment. Flashed fake visions passed through with rapid shapes. Taunting him at every possible scenario.

A beginning of a spiral he had enabled, lungs restricted by surrounding muscle and bone. He eases his inhales slow, steadying his heart beat.

"You okay, kid?" A voice, Hawks questioned. His mentor that had recently given him leeway to his heroism. Even with his frequent mess ups and mistakes, he offered Y/N space to grow.

More so an eye on him then holding his hand, something he planned to personally thank him on. Shaking his head as he hid his face, refusing to meet the other with glossy-stained eyes.

A shuffle of wings creep-ed closer ruffled clothing beside him. Assuming the hero is now sat next to him. He hums out after a long pause, "Boys or homework?"

The hero's words took a second to process, no judgment or pressure lining his tone. A genuine question, almost startling the younger hero. "…boys."

"It's ruining everything, I'M ruining everything…" He sniffles, frustration coating his words.

Hands rubbing away at his face, "No matter what I do it's always wrong. And-and this stupid crush is just the icing on the cake."

"Does he know?"

Another head shake, pouting as he replies. "No, I don't even think he likes me like that. He's too nice and sweet and understanding to everyone and I'm just…me." His voice shakes out to a whisper, shoulders shrugged at his last word.

The top hero chuckles, "I find it hard to believe he won't want to get to know you."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better…" He mutters out weakly, hands rubbing over his arms.

"If it's who I think it is, he'll be more then happy about your confession."

Hope bubbling up with his words, awaiting the blonde answer. Perking up, turning towards Hawks.

A soft push thrust-ed him to his wobbly feet. "Come on kid, go get 'em!"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[s0ft-d3cay]

THANK YOU FOR DOING MY REQUEST WITH FUMIKAGE SO MUCH REALLY 🥳🥳🥳

I want you to write something else with him but you don't have to so just know I really appreciate that you accepted my request even with my unusual character choice

Concert Lights

Tokoyami Fumikage x Male Reader | Hehe, concert time! Apologies for the delay!

Preview: "Or you don't have many metal friends."

The silence that followed the bird made him pause, head turning to him with a curious look. The other only stares ahead, beak locked and gaze holding the line of people.

Smiling he replies back with a firm, "Well, now you have one."

Warnings: light break up in the beginning, Kirishima is there for a second, reader puts on eyeliner, no use of Y/N, not edited

WC: 504 | Answered Requests |

“Didn't you get concert tickets recently?” Kirishima asked, poking his cheek repeatedly. Eyes sharpening towards the redhead.

He releases a heavy huff, “Yeah, nabbed two pit tickets for my now ex and I.” He answers, wanting the conversation to end then and now. He didn't need an other reminder of his ex al over again.

He stops hand raising in surrender as he pulls away. seating himself on the edge of the couch. “You’re still-“

“Of course I’m still going, you really think I’d mope around while my favorite band is in town?” He cut off, half snapping and venting in a low tone. Fingers rubbing the ridge of his nose, eyes rolling closed.

“I mean…they kinda broke your heart into a thousand pieces. Your words remember?”

“So you're worried about me going alone then.” He states, veering his anger elsewhere. The other man didn't deserve to be bitched out over something so small.

“Yeah man, I am.”

He watches Kirishima for a few seconds, reaching his gaze. He nods solemnly, “Okay fine, who do you suggest I take then?”

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Ending up in the car with Tokoyami was not on his bucket list. Now in the parking lot and applying eyeliner along side the bird man. Hands steady with each swipe and smudge.

“How were you able to get pit tickets so fast?”

“I know someone who’s working backstage, get me a heads up on discount tickets.” He answered.

“I am impressed.”

A chuckles escapes him, nodding and he closes his eyeliner. "What I'm impressed with is the fact that we've never talked about any music before Kirishima said anything." Placing the make up in a smaller bag he throws it in the backseat. Open the driver door and getting out.

"Not many people enjoy it now days." Tokoyami states beside him, stepping in sync.

"Or you don't have many metal friends."

The silence that followed the bird made him pause, head turning to him with a curious look. The other only stares ahead, beak locked and gaze holding the line of people.

Smiling he replies back with a firm, "Well, now you have one."

The sea of fifty maybe even seventy people swelled around them, the two press forward. Swimming through bodies, shoulders check one after the other before getting to the barrier.

"All good?"

"All good.."

Few sets of the opener setting the vibe only increasing their excitement. The occasional glance towards the other, checking in with silent expressions.

And finally beat pulsing through their bodies with each song, the band came out in full swing. Pacing back and forth over the stage. Breathy lyrics yelled and growled through the mic, passion over flowing in every word.

Heavenly chords and vocals ringing through the speakers, every lyric shouted and sung back happily. A highlight of the year the two had agreed on, riding a high as they walked back to the car. "We should totally do this again, next time you choose the band and I'll grab the tickets."

"Until then.."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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Promise Me Forever

Mirio Togata x Male Reader | New job went off pretty well, don't think I'm gonna change my posting days being Saturdays and (sometimes)Wednesdays, just more time in-between weeks. Side note pacing kinda weird, apologies in advance((6/8/26-Edited, the pacing was bugging me)).

Preview: "Still meeting at the same place tonight?"

Pushing himself to stand, finding steady ground almost impossible. Y/N nods, "I better see you there or I will kidnap you."

"I love when you plan our next dates!"

Warnings: teasing, casual touching and holding, readers boss, they slow dance, confession at the end, Y/N is used

WC: 1,986 | Mirio's List | DHO Chapters

Hero banquets, grand parties of celebration and heroic acts. Something his boss was planning on sending Y/N out to infuriated, quietly. "Find a way in, spectate and report back." Chair turned to the villain, his tone alone leaving no breath of hesitation or refusal.

"Understood." Y/N simply replied back, excusing himself out. Crowded city life enveloping his hearing and sight, blurring coats in gray, black, and navy passing in a hurry. Chatter over coffee and breakfast colliding with car brakes, what most would call a Monday morning.

Of course with natural everyday life continuing on he was bound to meet run into the blonde hero. "Patrol going well?" Y/N cut through, arms crossing as he bites a forming smile.

"Not a lot of villain activity recently. It's been a nice break from the main city. Why do I have a feeling you're to blame for that?" And the hero was half right, moving crime to another part of a neighboring city was routine for the villain. More recently his movements have been reeling further away from main cities, but he didn't need to know that.

Smiling as he replies, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Why don't I believe you?" Stalking steps find their way to him. Cutting through chaos, caution tape splitting them apart.

The hero finds his way to him, pulling him away from the main street. Warmth passing between the two in short breaths and vibrating body warmth.

"Hero intuition?" He whispers, head tilting playfully.

Mirio hold his gaze, shaking his head. The blonde then pauses focus flickering as his other hand lift to his ear. Coms, Y/N tries to hide his disappointment. He really was a busy man at the end of the day.

"Trouble in the city?" He mumbles out.

"Nothing I can't handle." The hero steps backwards as he answers. Eyes lingering over the villain in a way that made his heart flip. Blue eyes shining as he adds. "Still meeting at the same place tonight?"

Finding steady ground almost impossible. Y/N nods, "I better see you there or I will kidnap you."

"I love when you plan our next dates!" One wink and he was gone, taking the villains racing heart right along with him.

Clouds continued pressing forward as the sun dips, stars returning to their patterned places. And he waited, one minute turned to five, then 20, then 2 hours.

His phone empty of new texts from the blonde, no 'sorry I'll be late' or 'overtime again'. Worry overriding his mind and chest, thumb soon scrolling through hero forms and news pages.

Updates on the hero show nothing out of the ordinary, he taps over his planted tracker. A dot pulsates within the house; alive and safe.

Pocketing his phone as he makes his way towards the hero, mind on edge even with viable evidence. Once Y/N enters he sees what was really keeping the hero.

Completely passed out on his couch, half-dressed in civilian clothes body hanging off limp. Snores calling to the villain, shaking his head.

Walking over he moves Mirio upright, body falling against Y/N's. Magnetic even when unconscious, carefully moving the hero to his bedroom.

His sleeping form clinging to the villain, face pressed to his chest as arms remained tight. Placing him on the mattress, Mirio' hands still tight with fist fulls of his shirt.

Pulling him down, soft snores choked as his eyes cracked open. A warm smile blinking slow, arms reaching for a long stretch.

"Hey baby…" He whispers, sleepy tone lining his vocal cords. Hands finding their way around him, cheek nuzzling his pillow. Mirio's lips soon turned to a frown, eyes widening as he released a shuddered breath. Hands moving over his face, words muffled.

"…ahhh, our date."

Lips still held his soft smile, shaking his head. Shifting to his side, laying next to Mirio. The blonde groans, low and grumbling with a soft whine. "It's fine, don't worry about it," He waves off.

Breathy tone covered in exhaustion, "No, I had this whole plan and-and dinner." Hands falling before reaching for Y/N's, gently holding them. Fingers intertwining with a shaky squeeze. "I'm sorry."

His blue gaze focused over their hands. Y/N rubs his thumbs over Mirio's knuckles, gently squeezing back. "Get some sleep for me." The blonde's eyes flickered up towards his own, unblinking. Lips parting to speak, but the villain spoke before he could.

"I'll stay for the night." He adds. Feeling the hero melt back down, pull the villain closer. Pulling the sheets over the two, feeling Mirio cuddle up to him. Arms surrounding his waist as his cheek pressed to his chest.

Head slightly tilted up to Y/N. "I'll make it up to you, promise." He mutters in a low whisper, sounding more like a secret.

"I know you will." Words spoken against the hero's forehead. Body thrumming in a comfortable hum. He hums softly, blue eyes fluttering closed as he adds.

"…hey, be my plus one to the hero banquet."

Y/N exhales, eyes closing. An evening full of empty conversations and watered down out champagne never sounded more uninteresting.

"That boring thing?"

"Won't be boring when you're with me…" Mirio's voice tails off, breathes lowering as he falls asleep. Leaving Y/N with his thoughts and an overflowing heart.

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"I gotta ask, how long have you fantasied about me wearing a suit?"

Echoing his muted steps, meeting Mirio in his living room. The day rolled around too quick for the villains comfort. Tightening his tie, soothing a hand over the front of his tailored fabric.

Another experience he wasn't sure how he landed, fine fabrics completely out of his price range now painted over his very body. And shoes he'd kept in the back of his closet for times like this.

The blond stood frozen, eyes flickering over the other. Speechless, his own velvet suit contrasting the villains, form fitted and complimenting his glow. Contrasting colors as they were enemies, similar yet a shade off. One shadowed while the other reflected a lighter tone.

A breath of pause holds between the two. "More than I should have."

Trepidation flowing through him as Y/N moves closer, uncurling the blonde's collar. Fingers running over soft fabric with a smile, soothing over the hero's outer coat. Hear his shuttered breather as he gently tightened his tie with a slow tug.

Passing a teasing whisper. "Like wise, handsome."

Hands running over silk threaded velvet, gentle press of his palm over the hero's waist. His eyes trailing in wake of his touch, flashing back as he adds.

"Come on, don't want the number one hero to be late now, do we?"

Leather bound and heated seats, waves of wind blowing through his hair. Environment of traffic lights and growing crowds lining the way, a long rope leading straight towards the main event.

As grand as the entry was, flashing cameras, interviewers, and fans. Mirio made it look too easy, his charm smile alone doing most his the work. Casual conversation, hero collaboration, networking, and all. The night continued to drag as he thought, bumping into light conversation. Gaining what he needed alongside the blonde, new names, bases, and movements of groups. Everything his boss will be pleased with.

However, the blonde had done something new, something the villain would have never even considered. Falling in step, bodies pressed close and it happens again. A simple title, what Y/N would call an unreachable hope. Cheek presses to Mirio's shoulder, he smiles as his tone remains low for only the blonde to hear.

"Do you plan on telling everyone we meet?" Feeling a soothing palm run along his back, deep blues catching his gaze with a look he never thought he'd revived from anyone.

Irises expanded wide as small rings of dark sapphire, admiration swirled with habitual want. A subtle exhale and blink glossed over his stare. "Aren't we already together?" Mirio teases, playfulness dancing on his tongue.

"I would've enjoyed that conversation of becoming your husband." Y/N replied back, eyes falling towards the drink area. Head lifting as he brings up his left hand, waving it back and forth.

"I don't even have a ring on and yet you've managed to make it believable to every person we've met." Meeting the heroes eyes once again, Mirio's own hand gasping his left in a tender hold.

Another pause cutting through, tension pulled tight. Crowds passing them faded to hush whispers, with a chaste kiss to his temple.

"It's not hard to fake real feelings…" He's quick to rush over his words, derailing Y/N's thoughts completely. He begins pulling the villain towards the floor. "Dance with me?"

"What?" Hands ghosting his waist. Fingers eagerly tracing the villain's vests hem. "I want to dance with you, unless you don't know how?" Mirio teases, his proximity decreasing with each step back. Leaving the villain to follow in his stead, body refusing to be without his touch.

"I didn't say-" He cuts himself off, biting his low lip. Catching himself in the blond's trap before he could escape. "Very cunning." He adds.

"My charm you love so much, right? So are going to dance with me or do I have to find someone else for the night?" An empty threat, smug expression, and all. Even that didn't stomp out his jealousy over an imaginary replacement.

Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes, grabbing Mirio's hand. "Quite the rude statement from my loving husband.." Attempting to ignore the victorious chuckle behind him, a slow clash his the bulky blond pressing behind him eagerly.

Body rearranging themselves to face each other, hands smoothing over-familiar areas as arms tighten to a loose cradle. Chests pressed pleasantly, hearts echoing for one another as they sway in sync.

Their eyes remaining connected through every move, barely a breath away.

"Happy now?" Y/N whispered out, fingers circling over the blondes wait. Fitted as it was sewed to perfection, his hands gravitating to the spot at every chance.

Mirio nods slow, bumping their forehead with his reply. "More than you'd ever know."

Swaying together felt right in that moment, the swell of live music leading the crowd. Leaving the two lovers on their own island, stepping to the beat of shared hearts and low whispers.

Reality shoved to the farthest corner as a bubble of present encircled the two. Lightning of camera flashes re-awoke the villain, his bosses voice recounting in his mind. His expression faltering for a moment too long, reveling his hidden worry.

And of course, the hero saw it. "Hey you-"

Hiding what he can into Mirio's neck as frequent flashes and clicks continued. Bringing more than a chuckle from the man, feeling him shifting to block the cameras view with ease. Quick to revert the distraction to something simple and believable. "Huh, camera shy? That's a new one from you."

The villain's lips cracked a small smile, "How else do I keep up with you?" Casing his eyes towards the hero, the blonde meeting him halfway. Temple returning to his own, small huffs of hesitant breaths wafting over their mouth's.

Promising and wanting, eyes fluttering in holding back. In wait for permission from the other. "Live with me. And I don't mean occasionally coming over and crashing on my couch or running into me during patrol." His gaze flickered towards Y/N's lips. "Be here, with me…"

Y/N, frozen like a deer in headlights only nods as his own gaze drops to the hero's lips. Line breaking without words, without hesitation they both lean in.

Lips pressed with coated desperation, moving with synchronized need. Wordless confessions and opened boundaries anew. The hero's slow pulling away, savoring his taste. The villain follows, lips aching for more.

"I want there to be an 'us', don't you Y/N?"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[anarthology]

One of my fave comms I've ever done 💜

[s0ft-d3cay]

Hii I don't sure if you taking requests (I've read the rules, but I haven't found request status) so it'll be fine if you ignore me

Can you do Tokoyami Fumikage x male reader pls? I haven't seen anyone write about him in years so it can be literally ANYTHING just something with him 💔💔

Dark Souls and Moon Refractions

Tokoyami Fumikage x Male Reader | Holy character choice, I gotcha you man! Also thank you for reminding me to add request status, I forgor.

Preview: "How's the sun been recently?" The moon hero asked, his tone soft. Not quite breaking the peace, but allowing it to intake a breath of pause.

"I'm not the one to be asked such a question."

"That's not true, you usually have an answer I like."

Warnings: Reader has a moon enhanced quirk, sort of moon watching date/hangout, can be read as romantic or platonic, Y/N is not used, reader is ref. as moon hero

WC: 457 | Answered Requests

"Don't sound so happy to see me, Hawks will start getting jealous again."

The night hero playfully commented, sat over the edge of a roof overhead Tokoyami. The man's quirk moonlight based, a heavy weakness to sunlight.

His quirk manifestation casting him away to his apartment during days and working nights. Their reoccurring habit of overnight patrol clashing with the other, like now.

Finding himself beside the moon hero, legs mirroring as they swung back and forth. Both pairs of eyes steady on the glowing dim orb, full moon casting over them in blessing care.

Shared quiet a comfort, times like this remind to the two just how important it truly was to rest even for a moment.

"How's the sun been recently?" The moon hero asked, his tone soft. Not quite breaking the peace, but allowing it to intake a breath of pause.

"I'm not the one to be asked such a question."

"That's not true, you usually have an answer I like." He replied, longing lingers through his voice. Reaching for a grasp of the impossible killer heat that was the sun, something so ordinary to civilians and heroes alike.

"It's gotten warmer, feels like a fluffy blanket pulled right out of the drier and wrapped around you."

He watches the other's hands rub over his arms, the slight satisfaction of artificial heat remedying his longing. A soften smile and closed eyes conveying his imagination of the unattainable.

"Were you able to catch the sunset today?" Shaking his head, maneuvering his face towards Tokoyami. Small symbols and scars emit a low gray shine, his body a prism of the moon's light itself. Smile just as radiant as it first appeared, true and unapologetic.

"Sunlight was completely covering my street and window, had that one big tree taken down a few days ago. No more sunset watching for me."

Tokoyami rummages through his pockets, his phone in hand. A few finger taps later then the screen is pointed to him.

An orb of bright amber burns over the horizon, burst of colors stretched over the darkening navy sky. Peachy oranges, umber purples, and puffed clouds. Mixed and place as if an artist hand painted it.

He leans in, smile widening with bubbled chuckles. Taking in the details with careful eyes. "Ah, you're so lucky to see this everyday." He sighs, wishing to trace over the sky with his fingers, to be the artist that created something so mystifyingly beautiful.

It wasn't an obvious question for Tokoyami to ask, a bit embarrassing on his part for not offering sooner. Pocketing his phone, not trusting his eyes to hold connect as he spoke. "Shall I start sending them to you regularly?"

"I think I'd really like that."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[s0ft-d3cay]

May have big brained too close to the sun, my DRAFT is way more ambitious then I thought it would come out to be. Now I have to split part four of ‘Duality of His Opposition’ into two.

[aelladrift]

At some point, Leon would realize he trusts you with every side of him. The tough side that’s the one that goes out on missions (his least favorite to show you). The domestic side of him where he’s willing to give input on which couch he think would be better for your living room. The soft side of him where he wants nothing more than curling up with you and having a quiet evening. The sad side of him who comes home broken from missions (his other least favorite side to show you). That being said, the first time he realized that he didn’t think twice about feeling things in front of you, it just made him feel even more things.

[s0ft-d3cay]

When Can I See You Again?

Mirio Togata x Male Reader | Prob should take a break and prep for my new job, but the writing worm be worming. I might be cooked.

Preview: "I'm serious about before, you should consider leaving soon." Sitting on his couch, Mirio's head resting on his lap as his fingers ran through the others hair. Product gone as his soft strands relaxed, falling on his shoulders. Y/N's movements repeated over the hero's head, awaiting his response.

Mirio's hand resting on Y/N's lap, thumb rubbing over his knee in slow circles. "I know.." He whispers, almost afraid to say the words out loud. His cheek pressing harder against the other's leg. "When can I see you again?"

Warnings: soft, fluff, they go on a date, hand holding, hand kissing, touchy Mirio, teasing reader, teasing Mirio, more about the reader is revealed, Y/N is used

WC: 1,554 | Mirio List | DHO Chapters

"I'm serious about before, you should consider leaving soon." Sitting on his couch, Mirio's head resting on his lap as his fingers ran through the other's hair. Product gone as his soft strands relaxed, falling on his shoulders. Y/N's movements repeated over the hero's head, awaiting his response.

Mirio's hand resting on Y/N's lap, thumb rubbing over his knee in slow circles. "I know.." He whispers, almost afraid to say the words out loud. His cheek pressing harder against the other's leg. "When can I see you again?"

Chest tightening in hopeful bliss, Y/N inhale slow. Heart beating wildly and his mind rushes, fingers drifting over shorter strands near his ear. "I'm…not sure. Never really done something like this before."

Giggles followed Y/N's response. Body below turning on his side, facing him. Cheek moving to his lower stomach, feeling warmth traces of fingers soothing over his hip. Mirio smiles, heart filled and glowing. His expression a perfect image of compassion, a longing to remain. "You trust me?"

Y/N's hand falls over his cheek, his thumb brushing over his cheek. Mirio rubs his cheek against his palm, turning to press a lingering kiss. Heart fluttering in his chest, his head unconsciously nodding before he answers. "I shouldn't..."

"But you can't help it either," Mirio teases, gently moving Y/N's hand over his chest. Pleasant beat pulsing through the blondes short, strong quick bursts. His hand squeezes with his words, "You're just as much of a sap as I am."

An overwhelming warmth took over his heart and skin, his muscle going ridged. Practically feeling his own flushed with embarrassment, caught by his thoughts and secret actions. "That's not—you…you're insufferable."

Forcing his eyes to the floor, soft pout pulling his lower lip as his teeth chew in anxious comfort. Breathy laughter flows from Mirio, feeling the man moves off his lap. Chin resting in his palm as his eyes closed for a moment. Ignoring the fabric wrestling beside him, the return of weighted heat caught him off guard.

Taken out of his refusal to glance away, the blonde comfortably finds his place on Y/N's lap. Bulking thighs straddling his own. Hands gliding up his chest, fingers trailing the neckline of his shirt before his arm encase his shoulders. Y/N melts, giving in to the hero on instinct. Eyes flickering to him helplessly.

"Still haven't answered my question yet."

Pride oozes from the hero, victorious. Smile now smug and inches away, his soft lamp light falling over his face. Muting over his added heroic glow he always emitted, but now he shined only for him. Proximity alone reeling any important thoughts, thinking nonexistent with the hero on top of him.

His own hands finding their place over the hero's hips, "How often we talking?" Bubbles forming in his throat, nervous and excitement mixed. "Every chance I get."

He shakes his head, giddy with his own passive smile. "Impatient."

"I want you with me all the time." His face falling to rest on his shoulder, soften pout replacing his smile. Sulking as his arms hug around him.

"You barely know me." Y/N barges, his lips moving on their own accord, deflective.

The blonde's fingers curl over his cheek, meeting Y/N's jaw. Ghosting over his chin, thumb brushing Y/N's lower lip for a moment too long. Trailing as he whispers, "And that didn't stop me from falling for you and you falling for me."

Lungs empty and heart mid race, the villain replies weakly. "Pushing it, hero."

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"Never knew this place was here," The two tucked in the back of a small restaurant, older, and secluded. Colors washed out and tables rusted over with covered duck tape.

Paint chipping and drinking cups cloudy told its age-old story of serves work throughout the years. A full table of food and drinks covering the wood between them. Spices and sweets couldn't take the villain's eyes off the man before him.

His civilian clothes practically clinging to him. A plain button up barely holding his frame and his usual thousand-watt smile made it impossible to look away. It didn't help how touchy he'd been during their date either, it felt more teasing than rewarding.

Even now as they ate, hands busy but their knees and feet tangled comfortably beneath the table. "Nice right? Been here for almost 20 years." Y/N adds, fork twisting over his half-empty plate.

Brighten up, the hero questions back, "How'd you find out about this place?"

Nostalgia pulled at Y/N's lips, back of his hand covering his mouth as he finished chewing. "Stumbled in years ago, bosses wife patched me up and made me a meal." Pointing towards the open kitchen window, the couple working with ease along side each other.

"Troublemaker even back then, huh?" Mirio nudged.

He smiles, nodding. "Never really grew out of it."

After their shared dinner the two found themselves walking through the city side by side and hand in hand. "I can see why you became a beacon of hope so quick." Y/N comments, realization coating his words in a lower tone. "Meeting me probably flipped it all upside down."

A reassuring squeeze prevented his mind from spiraling as Mirio replied. "In the best possible way." Shoulder bumping into his own, helpless chuckles escape.

Mirio pauses, a brief breath on hold. "Most villains I fought before you were the worst of the worst. I thought every villain only wanted destruction and chaos. Then you became my main rival for a bit, I had the same thoughts back then."

Y/N's gaze flickered to his feet with a guilty grin. "You were watching me back then?"

"For an entirely different reason. Anyway I saw you give away food to those kids in the underground and the stray dog and cat that followed you every week. Or the small store you frequent because they have your old neighbors planting soil you recommended. It wasn't until you ended up on my doorstep that I realized we weren't that different."

Y/N was rendered speechless, of course he was no angel. Villainy made everyone desperate, he wasn't any different, right?

Their steps slowed by time and as they reached their meet point again. On a corner of a building, Y/N lean on one side and Mirio on the other. Pressed close, inches barley separating them. Hands weakly intertwined, a last connection point neither wanted to break away from.

"Guess this is where we part for the night."

The hero nods, blues eyes flickering over their joined hands, focused. Night light of led signs and traffic signals shined over him in slow strobes. "Can't exactly walk you home, such a terrible way to end a date." Mirio commented, breathy. Eyes focusing back on his own, apprehensive.

"Thinking ahead, hero?" Y/N teased lean in closer, noses brushing as their forehead meet. Shuttered breath escaped the hero, caught in his thoughts. Hands gentle as they reached Y/N's face, a thousand words passing through the action.

"I…can't help it with you." Miro's gaze dropping towards the villain's lips as he spoke, voice strained behind a giddy smile. Eyes fluttering closed, leaning in the rest of the way eagerly, eyes falling closed as Y/N's own pair are met with tender warmth.

The blonde's palm pressing almost sweetly against his mouth, muting his affectionate advances. "I don't kiss on the first date, handsome." Eyes cracked open as he and the blonde laughed, bodies vibrating as they remained.

"I'll have to take you out on another one then." The villain muttered.

"You know where to find me."

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The walk back to his place was pleasantly fog filled, what he assumed was cloud-9. His phone cutting through to reality with a harsh ring. "Hey, boss needs ya in asap." Y/N pauses, his steps changing pace as he answers.

"I'm on my way." Passing through the city night life, body on auto pilot. He soon arrives, a seclude structure within a business building. Busy bodies shuffling on his side and behind him, making a path for the man.

Entering his bosses office, he's met with an open chair in front of an envelope. His boss pours two separate glasses, "Sit." He commands, low warning already rooted his vocal cords. Y/N obeys, eyes staying on the other as he stalks towards him in slow strides.

Dropping the second glass with a hard thunk, ripping open the envelope. Tossing a photo his way, blurry rush of colors. In the center sat him and Mirio, unguarded and smiling at. He lifts the small object, face still as his heart flutters.

His boss standing over him, irritated. Hands spread as he stares the villain down. "I pay you to eavesdrop and gain information. Not play pretend and fuck every hero you meet. If I find another photo like this one you're done." He steps heavily around Y/N, placing himself at his deck chair adjacent to the other. Straightening up as he throws the picture back on the table, jaw tense as he replies.

"Understood, sir. It won't happen again."

"It better not. Dismissed."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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Wallowing Park

Omega!Hiromi Higuruma x Alpha!Male Reader | This is officially the 200th post on this blog!!! Fucking crazy man, love all of ya fr <3

Preview: An alpha sitting alone, taking in the fresh air and nature around himself. Scent lightly fragrant within his personal space, not over barring or intrusive; present. Conversations between them started small, light conversation turned companionship.

Warnings: Omega verse, nontraditional omega-verse, SFW, Omega!Higuruma, Alpha!Reader, v. soft, some fluff too, mentions of Reader going through rut briefly(nothing sexual), Alpha!Reader read to be ace low key, naked cuddling, kisses, No Y/N, not edited

WC: 772 | One Offs

Passing conversations, small, and forgettable. A passing face in the crowd was one thing, talking with him was another. At the park no less, greenery and bird chirping was all anyone really needed to breath.

A break from the isolation that was a 9-5, confined spaces and fake personalities. Beneath an old oak, soft breeze passing in breaths. Passing chatter of conversations and cars hum by, everyday life present.

Creaking metal swings echo through the quiet. Leaves floating over the concrete with crunched edges, scuffing the sidewalk with its sound. The Alpha met him there, two benches beside the other.

An alpha sitting alone, taking in the fresh air and nature around himself. Scent lightly fragrant within his personal space, not over barring or intrusive; present. Conversations between them started small, light conversation turned companionship.

Papers and files spread over the Higuruma's deck, sat in the middle flipping through documents as he always was. Years had passed, the two creating their own sacred space with each other. From passed clothing to living with each other, the part were inseparable.

"New client?" The alpha questioned, hand rubbing over the other's shoulder.

Wafting scent surrounding them both, reassuring and all reviving. Feeling the moment he relaxes, muscles releasing beneath his hand with an exhale. Leaning back to his touch, pulling low purrs from the omega.

"Mhm…" The room felt like an airtight bubble, lungs in taking what's left. Eyes flickering over his lover's work, chin resting on his shoulder. "Wish I had more time to spend with you." The alpha presses a kiss to his temple, muttering his words into his omega's hair.

"How about a break?"

Decks chair creaks as the alpha presses another kiss, arms embracing Higuruma. "I have lunch and a fresh cup of coffee waiting in the living room." He adds, brushing through his lover's hair before leaving the room. An almost silent whine follows through the hallway, his smile widens with each step.

Catching him settling beside the alpha on the couch, shoulders and legs colliding as the omega finds a comfortable spot. Steaming cup in hand, body finding peace with his alpha's. Cuddled close, oxidizing mossy scent exuding from the omega, purrs crawling from his lower chest.

The alpha's own mute, lower notes and softer as his scent was. The feeling of ghosted kiss pressed to the alpha's shoulder, a silent thank you he lived for.

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His inner alpha was completely restless without the man near, it became especially worse during his ruts. Prickly with each shift, skin heated through sweat. The familiar ache setting within his bones, longing becoming a core need.

Memories of the omega teasing him with kisses, leaning in close mouthing with heavy breaths and promised whispers. Waves of his aching rut now a blunt pulse. His ruts were often fast, spending only two to four days apart.

Only they hit harder than most Alphas can handle alone. This one in particular landing in the middle of an ongoing case. Face nuzzling his sheets and soaked pillow, scent unusually thick and heavy, marking the bedroom room.

Mind blinking in and out of reality, only holding out on his delectable omega's clothing. The man long gone for the day on a case, leaving his alpha to his instincts. A half-mess half-nest disaster coating the bed and floor. Sheets ripped and clothes sprawled everywhere, the alpha laid bare and exhausted at the center of it.

Vision hazy, mind rut repeating over his needs from his omega. His proximity, scent, and body haunting his every thought. Hours blended to slow closing eyelids blinks, the ache slightly now subsided.

Find himself surrounding by the omega within hazy vision. His sultry scent pouring over the alpha laid cuddled up to his chest. Arms bound around him, body heat radiating off in waves. Familiar chest on his back and legs tangled. Bodies lay bare to one another, heated and cool skin pleasantly pressed.

The Alpha's own arms both holding and squeezing back. Shuddered breath waft over his neck, small repeated nuzzles of the omega's cheek. A pair of soft lips trailing over his shoulder and spine.

Relief floods, his scent love sick and dipping happily. Slowing turning within Higuruma's arms, lips attaching eagerly to soft skin. Nuzzling his face into the omega's chest.

A shaky hand reaches to touch his cheek. His fingers light running through his hair, racking over his scalp softly. "You haven't been sleeping well again…" whispered, afraid to break the fragile moment.

A sleepy chuckle rumbles from his throat, "Missed you." Feeling a thumb running over his cheek, he mouths over the omega's shoulder. Reassuring his presence, steadying his beating heart.

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Duality of His Opposition

Mirio Togata x Male Reader |Five Part Series| <3

Summary: Choosing your enemy is easy, but what happens when your enemy offers his heroic kindness and welcoming heart to you?

Current WC: 5,916 | masterlist

First Aid From You?

Now We’re Even

When Can I See You Again?

Promise Me Forever

Gauze Wrapped Promise

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Now We're Even

Mirio Togata x Male Reader | @laplacesonlyangel You right, here's part two!

Preview: "What's the new stuff?"

"This is Haywire, enhances quirk usage. Turns a cat into a Bull. Stuff's been selling like candy. If you're interested to see its effects, the lot caught a hero. Injected him for tonight's match."

Y/N nods, small twitching at the corner of his lips. "Now you've peeked my interest."

WARNINGS: quirk arena's, non-con drug enhancement(used on Mirio), Reader taking care of Mirio, dressing injuries(not described) and cleaning bruises and scratches, reverse comfort type shit, sort of confession at the end, an almost kiss, Y/N is used

WC: 1,173 | Mirio List | DHO Chapters

"What's the new stuff?"

"This is Haywire, enhances quirk usage. Turns a cat into a Bull. Stuff's been selling like candy. If you're interested to see its effects, the lot caught a hero. Injected him for tonight's match."

Y/N nods, small twitching at the corner of his lips. "Now you've peeked my interest."

Six months had passed since Mirio took him, opting to the window. From time to time his scar throbbed, aching in memory. Most of his work had subsided toward the underground, leaving sleep non-existent and work nonstop. Or trading and betting in his case.

Within the crowd, he watches as villain after villain fight. From washed up heroes to unknown underdogs, a noticeable enhancement of the opposition was obvious. Feral rage in their movements, muscle twitches, and the glowing eyes only made it more identifying. Speed and power almost overkill to normal fighters, little to no openings to fight back. Practically a perfect solider.

It was undeniable once Mirio stepped into the ring, swaying as he held the fence in a vise grip. Flushed over his skin, shiny with sweat. The picture of a cornered animal, a shift of those blue eyes met his. A flicker steady over the man, a single moment of pause from the drugged hero. Shoulders lowering with an exhale, finding balance. Only for it to break as his attention turned towards his opponent.

Allowing the other to phase through him before connecting a hard gut punch, rendering them limp below his feet. One after another, the hero won without much effort. Victory in blood from the number one hero, a drug more sought after than any man made cigarette could. As much fun as it was to see the hero in action, he was still in his debt.

"How much for the golden boy?" Y/N caught up with Mirio's keeper behind the establishment. Lighting up a cigarette between his cracked lips. The man shakes his head, uninterested. "Not for sale."

He moves closer, "$300,000 and I'll through in a hero tracker." He pushes with a grin. Watching as the other turns, quick. Eyes flickering over Y/N, suspicion giving way to greed with ease.

"Show m-" Cutting him off quick, wrapping around him in a head lock. Arm tight around his neck as he thrashed wildly. Body fighting a few seconds long as his breath became labored, slowing as he passes out. Y/N drags him away from the building side, hiding him from plain sight. Throwing the cash amount on him before rescuing the hero.

Gently setting the Mirio on his couch, grabbing his med-kit, rubbing alcohol, and a pair of quirk-canceling cuffs. He mutters out nonsense as Y/N pulls his hero suit off, leaving it to pool around the blonde's waist. Taking in his injuries delicate hands, trailing over darkened bruises alongside needle marks. A deep laceration rest over his hip and stomach, shoulder and inner wrists discolored with bruised scratches.

Fingers pressing bluntly to Mirio's lower stomach, holding a patch of gauze as his other hand rampages in search. A soft rasp breaks his scattered thoughts. "You…" He didn't need to look to see the hero smiling up at him. His tone alone gave it away, but even that didn't stop his eyes from gravitating.

"Sorry about the cuffs, for both our safety." He mutters. Blue eyes hazy, pupils blown wide yet focused. Fingers outstretched at his sides, weighted down. "How long have you been watching me?" He questions, resuming his movements. Grabbing a square of translucent medical tape, activating the adhesive before pressing it.

"Couple months, wanted to know where you went." Mirio's voice heaved as he pressed his wound, painful inhale barley retaking his smile.

"So you broke into someone else's organization to check up on me." He mutters, eyes flickering towards his med-kit. Grabbing a few cotton balls, dabbing alcohol over them. Lightly pressing over Mirio's face, cleaning each scrap, bruise, and slash viable to him.

Mirio happily tilted his head up, following each maneuver on his chin. "Not my finest work, but I did find you." He could practically feel the blond's soft gaze burning him, refusing to risk another glance. Y/N only nods.

Draping a fluffy blanket over the hero and refilling his water, offering him pain meds once he finished. "Take this, it'll help with the pain. As for the drug you were given, two days max and you'll be sober again." Hand weakly grasps it along with his own hand, clasping over his fingers with a shaky grip. From below Mirio stares, an expression Y/N couldn't recognize.

"Stay?" A single whisper ricochet in the living room. Y/N moves to kneel beside the couch, resting their joined hands on the cushion. He lays there all night, hand growing numb with sleep. Allowing the warmth he'd never admit to missing envelope him.

Checking over his jaw, carefully cleaning, leaning in a little too close. Body squared over Mirio's, bodies brushing one another, purposeful. The hero had been almost silent the entire day, his answers small and one worded. Two days ago he'd been talking up a storm, flirting lefty and right.

Y/N smears healing gel with steady fingers, swallowing as he exhales through his nerves. Gently soothing over the other's shoulder, moving over towards his face. "Been quiet today, you okay?"

The blonds focus sharpened over him, smiling softly in his reply, "Of course I am, I'm in your hands."

Y/N huffs out in instinct, "Sap."

Mirio's smile widens and he releases low giggles, "Am I not allowed to miss you?"

Hands freezing at his words, heart pounding as his fingers twitch. A clenching them, brushing off the blooming in his chest. "I see those meds are working, I'll go ahead and-"

The hero's hand grasps his wrist again, dreamily asking. "Stay with me again?"

"You should get some sl-" He goes to move towards the chair adjacent to the hero, only to be pulled down. Pinned between arms and chest of muscle, oozing warmth wrapping around him in droves. Relaxing within the walls of muscle, forehead resting over his chest.

In that moment, he realized how much he missed Mirio. His warmth both physically and verbally, his kindness when Y/N never deserved it. Reality hitting him as his feelings conflicted with his thoughts, "Should think about going back, hero. You're basically all healed and sober now."

"What about you?"

"I've got other jobs in need of my attention." He brushes off.

"What if I want your attention?" Blunt words, targeting Y/N heart. Jaw clenched as he moves to rest his chin on Mirio's shoulder. Their face inches away from the other. Deep blue eyes swimming circle through his, "You'd be crazy to want it."

The two moved with fluidity, simultaneously. Mirio's the first to move, foreheads colliding with a gentle bump. Eyes just about to fall closed as his lips meet the other's palm. Fluttering over with a slight confusion, noses gently caressing the other's as he confesses through the villain's fingers.

"Think I'm already crazy for you."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.