The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter pt.2 (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)
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TW: Graphic descriptions of blood (coughing blood), graphic imagery of crushing a heart (doesn't happen, just explained)
CW: difficult father-daughter dynamics.
Taglist: @thatcatladywrites @smikys-stuff @kimberlyfletcher @dawnwriterimagines
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Word Count: 1951.
Summary: One argument led to another– the foundation of your family was built upon suffering and sacrifice. Secrets were unveiled, revealing the true intentions of your father, the lingering wounds of the past stinging harder than any cut has ever. With tension reaching a breaking point, what happens when you confront your father, searching for the harsh truth, even if it leads to a devastating decision– you will never be the same again. He will never be the same again.
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Toshinori’s chest rose and fell.
“You don’t mean that…”
A pang struck through your heart as your father’s laboured breaths increased, tailing off in steady wheezes that only grew louder.
“Dad…” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Dad, I didn’t m-”
Your voice cracked, succumbing to the hot tears which burned against your cheeks. Emotions flooded your head, as though they had been waiting to escape from the dam of truth that you had to silence to protect the peace in your family. The pressure had built up and that dam had finally broken in the most irreparable way possible.
Shame hammered your mind, delivering blunt throbs as you watched your dad clutching his frail chest in agony.
Guilt drilled poison into your veins as your father struggled to stand up– his sickly body unable to bear this pressure. His airways had been restricted, thus his once strong and proud chest had nothing to show but a vacant cavity, struggling to hold itself up.
This living room had always been small– enough space just for the two of you. Dad and his little hero. It had always been you two, but today, this room was longer and narrower, as though mocking your sanity which had become a battlefield.
Would you protect your father and carry on living in this dollhouse family, of which the foundations were built off of your suffering.
Or would you protect yourself and destroy your relationship with the only family that you ever had.
The struggle had refused to forsake– silence had become your greatest enemy. It had left you alone with your screaming thoughts of doubt that deafened your conviction, leaving you straggled, naked, and vulnerable in the vast depths of your fears because what if.
What if Midoriya truly was better than you?
What if you truly were not worth it?
What if you had lost your rights to call yourself his daughter.
Forever.
You had lost everything to the ravenous beast which ruined everything you touched, and it wanted more. It wanted more, so it began making more noise, howling over the whispers of the wind, it howled over the ticking of the clock. It howled until nothing could be heard.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
It had become silent.
As though you were the only person in the room.
A sudden thud drew your attention to the floor.
Toshinori collapsed on the ground, and his eyes had gone blank, jaw slack. His ribs stuck out from under his skin, showing through his thin white t-shirt as his brassy cough filled his mouth with blood.
He urgently covered his mouth with his hands, forcing it shut but to no avail. It had already slipped past his hold, travelling down his neck, staining his shirt. A constant offender.
Your father began developing bloody coughs over three years ago. Yet every time you saw his chest heave and bleed, surges of nausea would creep up your veins, forcing you to leave.
“Dad!”
This was too much blood. It wasn’t meant to be like this… The doctor said a few drops or so, maybe a teaspoon, but that was ‘highly unlikely’. You watched as his white shirt became saturated, dizziness threatening to blur your vision.
But you could not see him like this. You didn’t think twice before rushing to help him– but you were stopped.
Toshinori raised his shaking hand immediately. You were halted, frozen in disbelief.
He put his hand back on the floor, taking a few breaths before pushing himself, warranting another step forward from you, another cry, but he just stopped you again. You could only watch as your father relied on his bony wrists to push himself up.
You could hear his shallow gasps for air, and his repressed coughs– and all you could do was watch your father’s face contort in fatigue and ache. Toshinori had finally gotten up, but that look had not left his face as he pushed past you. You watched the limp in his leg as he hobbled towards the couch, slowly lowering himself onto the cushioned couch. His head slumped onto the head rest, limbs unfurling in exhaustion.
You were suspended in your head, unable to move past the questions which rung bright sirens.
You shouldn’t have raised your voice at your own father– the doctor had told you. He’s injured, he’s getting older. He can’t process such shocks like this anymore.
What was wrong with you?
But it couldn’t have been just your fault… right? But then he pushed you– maybe he didn’t just notice– but what if he did it on pur-
“Y/N”, your father had called for your name, but his eyes did not meet yours.
Instead, they looked past you.
Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was five years old.
A decade after the first quirk was discovered, many adoption agencies in Musutafu began sorting children based off of a ‘ranking system’.
Official documents stated that this case was first brought up in the Supreme Court due to an incident that had occurred in an orphanage near Musutafu, 26 years ago. It was a heartbreaking case of manslaughter that had taken place when six year old Chihiro Onodera– Quirk: Lava, accidentally murdered eight year old Honoka Sugo– Quirk: Bubbles, during lunch time as they were play-fighting.
It did not take much convincing as this case had reached international news, thus the court immediately passed a bill on the separation of quirks preliminary based off of their strength and danger levels, which were to be evaluated on a scale of 1 to 5.
Nevertheless, this bill had struck a controversial match, becoming the largest contemporary topic that was disputed over in the past years.
Demonstrations, protests and violent public outrage reached its peak when leaked intel revealed that a lot of children began to go missing from Adoption Agencies under the radar– they no longer had papers, as if their identities had been erased off of the face of this Earth.
Nanami Tomoda, Sae Ojima, Makoto Kanezaki– these were some of the household names that had garnered petrifying national and international headlines:
Japan in Shock: Deadly Assault Rocks Nation's Sense of Security
Aftermath of Brutal Assault Leaves Nation Grieving Chaos and Carnage
Not much was known about these young adults.
Apart from two things.
First.
They were not independent contractors. All of them could be traced back to some of the very few established, powerful, underground organisations.
And second.
They were all orphans, rated 5, who had been declared missing for ten or more years.
Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was rated 5.
Toshinori Y/N lost her quirk at age ten.
You are rated 0.
Zero.
Toshinori took a deep breath before he spoke.
“I have raised you since you were five years old.” He still did not meet your eyes. “I raised you in hopes that you would become a strong, and powerful young lady.”
He drew a breath in– it was laced in disappointment.
“But why does it feel, as though it has had no influence on you?”
Toshinori shifted both of his arms onto the couch rests, sitting tall.
“One does not become a hero by winning every fight. Not everything is about a hero’s physical strength. A hero is made when they understand that retaliation only makes them the real villain.”
Your father’s voice had deepened, and so did the dreadful pit in your stomach that sunk your resolve.
“A true hero understands that strength lies in the ability to rise above the pain. Because those who focus on what has been lost”, he continued, lips twitching, as a faint, uncontrollable tremor laced his words in indisputable venomous contempt, “are either insane, or desperate for attention they know they will never get.”
Small muscles in your face began to twitch despite the heaviness that had been pulsed through your body, holding it in place, as you just stood there. Your eyes, once red and exposed, had no inhabitant, no focus.
A ghost town.
“A true hero is grateful. And recognises every bit of effort someone else put in order to get them to where they are now.”
His gaunt eyes found yours, casting an unfamiliar chill in your body. They were sunken in, casting his gaze in dark shadows– an abyss impenetrable by light.
“You got your quirk stolen, Y/N. But you cannot get that back anymore. But it’s been years, I expect at least some gratitude considering I did you a favour by adopting you.”
He had left a clot that blocked your heart.
“Because no one else would have wanted you.”
It is always the one closest to you that hurts you the most.
The man you called your father had waited until the last second to take the satisfaction of crushing your heart, flesh against flesh.
Humans evolved to gain resistance and immunity against everything that threatens their survival.
Therefore, living with this man only meant that you had to gain immunity against pain and humiliation, because that was the only thing that could guarantee your survival.
So when you shook off the heaviness in your lid and focused onto your father’s face, you could only lift the corners of your lip.
“If you didn’t want me. Someone else would have adopted me instead. Like you did. No papers, no nothing– I’d slip under the radar, at least I’d still have my quirk, and end up on those headlines.”
“How dare you?” he uttered, face contorted in malice.
“I was five. That’s why you adopted me. Don’t deny it”
Toshinori stiffened, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His shoulders, broad and hubris, had become small and meek. You watched him contemplate: his eyes, vindictive and daring, were cast down, hiding amongst the Tatami flooring.
“My child…” he began, his voice softer. “After your quirk had been stolen, I could not risk making you the target again. That’s the reason I don’t come to your events. It’s because you’ll become the target everyone goes for because they know you’re my daughter”.
“They’ll know?” your lips had pressed into a thin line. “Like how Midoriya knew I was your daughter? Like how the media knows?”
In the stifling air, your dry laughter bounced off of the discomfort.
“Don’t act like you aren’t ashamed of me.”
Your face had settled into a stone.
“It’s not about me being a target. It’s about protecting your image.”
“My daughter-”
“You have lost the right to call me your daughter. If I was such a disappointment after my quirk was ripped away from me, why did you keep me? You could have sent me back. Why did you keep me, dad, why did you keep me!”
Those closest to you, leave irreparable wounds.
But there was a reason they were close to you. A reason that subsided in love, care, and hope.
Your crushed heart was surviving on its last breath, waiting to hear something that could revive it.
Toshinori lifted his head again, his eyes flickering behind you.
It locked onto an object that somehow gained more attention than you ever had in your entire life. You risked a look over your shoulder, only to see the picture of your father and Midoriya, smiling–almost mockingly– back at you.
You knew what the answer was going to be.
“I’m beginning to question the same thing.”
A flat-line.
“Well if that’s how you really feel, I have no obligation to stay here anymore.”
You drew your breath in, words suspended at the tip of your tongue.
“I wish you and your student the best of luck, All Might.”
PAIRING: prohero!katsukibakugou x fem!reader
WARNINGS: injuries, scared bakugou, no use of y/n
GENRE: angst
SONG INSPIRATION: my blood by ellie goulding
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
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katsuki was no stranger to battle. in fact, he thrived on the adrenaline, the roar of explosions, and the thrill of pushing his quirk to the limit. but today was different. today, his mind wasn’t on the victory or the fight. it was on you, you, lying in a hospital bed after a fight with a villain that had left you broken but victorious.
he’d heard the news from kirishima. it was supposed to be a quick check-in, a routine update on patrols. instead, kirishima’s voice was grave, hesitant. “she’s in the hospital, man. got into it with a villain. she took him down, but...it’s bad, kats.”
bakugou barely let kirishima finish before he was out the door, his heart pounding in his chest. the streets blurred as he raced toward the hospital, using his explosions to propel him forward faster than he had ever moved. every second felt like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing in his ears.
he had never been good with worry, he wasn’t even sure if he knew how to be worried. anger, sure. frustration, yeah. but this tightening in his chest, the way his mind kept cycling through the worst-case scenarios, made him feel like he was losing control of something he couldn’t blow up or punch into submission.
when he reached the hospital, he barely stopped to listen to the front desk nurse's directions, his impatience boiling over. it was only when he reached the door to your room, his hand hovering over the handle, that he hesitated. he wasn’t ready to see you like this. you were strong, just like him. you were supposed to be unstoppable.
but you weren't, and that reality hit him harder than any punch.
taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open. the sterile scent of the hospital hit him first, the soft beep of machines filling the otherwise quiet room. and there you were, lying in the bed, wrapped in bandages, an oxygen tube under your nose, your body still and too pale under the harsh white lights. his throat clenched at the sight of you.
he stepped forward, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. for once, he didn’t have a snarky comment, no fire to his words. he just stood there, fists clenched, his jaw tight as he tried to control the wave of emotion threatening to overflow.
“you idiot,” he muttered, but his voice cracked. “what the hell were you thinking?”
of course, you didn’t answer. you were unconscious, the result of your battle with the villain still taking its toll on your battered body. the doctors had said you’d be okay, but seeing you like this, bakugou wasn’t so sure. the injuries were extensive. broken ribs, fractured arm, deep cuts along your legs and back. the villain had been powerful, but you had been the one to take them down. you’d saved people, succeeded where others had failed.
but at what cost?
he pulled a chair next to your bed, sitting down heavily. his hands itched to reach out to you, to shake you awake and yell at you for scaring him like this. but instead, he settled for resting his elbows on his knees, leaning forward as if getting closer to you might somehow make this situation better.
“i swear, when you wake up, i’m gonna kill you,” he growled, though the words lacked any real heat. “how could you... how could you be so reckless?”
the truth was, he knew exactly how. you were just like him. always pushing harder, taking on more than you should. you fought like there was nothing to lose, even when everything was on the line. it was one of the reasons he had fallen for you in the first place. but now, seeing the consequences of that reckless drive, he wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
he hated feeling powerless. it was the worst thing in the world for him. and right now, sitting next to you, with no way to fix this, to heal you faster or make this better. he felt completely, utterly helpless.
hours passed, and bakugou barely moved from his spot. he didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, didn’t even leave the room for a break. his mind kept replaying what he’d heard about the fight, piecing together the moments he hadn’t seen, imagining the pain you must have felt. the thought of you going through that, of getting hurt like this, made his stomach twist in a way he couldn’t describe.
it wasn’t until he heard a soft sound that his head snapped up, his eyes zeroing in on you. your hand twitches, and for a second, he thought he was imagining it. but then your eyes fluttered open, and bakugou was on his feet in an instant.
“hey,” he called, his voice rough with emotion he was trying so desperately to hide. “hey, you with me?”
your eyes met his, still hazy with pain and disorientation. you tried to speak, but your throat was dry, and all that came out was a weak rasp.
“shut up, don’t try to talk,” bakugou ordered, grabbing the cup of water from the bedside table and holding it out for you. he watched as you took a slow sip, your hand shaking as you grasped the cup.
“bakugou...,” you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper.
“yeah, it’s me, dumbass,” he muttered, his tone gruff but his eyes soft. “you scared the hell outta me.”
you tried to smile, but it came out as more of a wince. “villain... gone?”
“yeah, you got him,” bakugou confirmed, his fists tightening at his sides. “but you nearly got yourself killed in the process. what the hell were you thinking?”
your eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you tried to gather your strength. “had... to.”
bakugou shook his head, frustration and fear mixing together in his chest. “you didn’t have to take it all on by yourself. we’re a team, remember? you’ve got me, you don’t need to do this alone.”
your eyes opened again, and this time, the ghost of a smile played on your lips. “didn’t wanna... worry you.”
he let out a low, humorless laugh. “too late for that, idiot. you already did.”
for a long moment, neither of you spoke. bakugou just stood there, staring at you, trying to imprint the fact that you were alive and okay into his mind. he had come so close to losing you, and the thought of that nearly broke him.
finally, he sat back down, his hands running through his hair as he let out a long breath. “don’t ever do that again,” he muttered, his voice tight. “you hear me? i don’t care what the mission is. you don’t get to go out there and risk your life like that. not without me.”
you nodded weakly, and bakugou felt a strange sense of relief wash over him. it wasn’t often that he felt vulnerable, but seeing you like this had stripped away every layer of bravado he had. he didn’t care about looking tough or keeping up appearances. he just wanted you safe.
“rest up,” he said, his voice quieter now. “i’m not going anywhere. i’ll be here when you wake up.”
for the first time in hours, bakugou allowed himself to relax slightly.
you were okay. you were alive. and that was all that mattered.
CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, one shot, autassassinophilia if you squint, pwp, rough sex, mocking, degradation (nothing extreme), established relationship.
A/N: lmaoo this was originally meant to be posted on easter along with a dabi one but surprise surprise!! it never happened (obviously). backstory though, reader was teasing him n then gets anxious when he finally snaps and catches her lol. didnt write it out but that's the context kekeke. hope you guys enjoy this. 🫶🏽☠️
His breathing was ragged and his body was huge.
His chest rose and fell as his mouth salivated, teeth and lips soaked with drool and slobber.
You shakingly looked up at the huge wolf, heart thumping furiously between your ribcage. You shook in terror; if it wasn’t a heart attack that was going to take you, it certainly was going to be this big, bad, wolf.
You couldn’t even move to block yourself. Your jaw was locked shut and your body was frozen save for the tremble that racked your body. He leaned in closer to you, letting you hear the sound of his strong fists snapping the wood underneath his fingertips and palms. You turned your face away from him as he leaned in closer, his body heat hot as he closed in on you.
As much as you dreaded him getting any closer to you, there was a sense of pull inside you that didn’t want him to pull away. But alas he did.
A small whimper managed to escape your lips as he briskly added distance between you and his body, your body relaxing although not calming down. You looked back at him with tearful eyes not sure of his next moves. He backed away with a snarl and stood up tall. With how much he was hunched over most of the time your pre-existing idea of his stature was incredibly unprepared for his actual size. If you were a normal bunny, you would be terrified. Well—you are, but another trait you always had with you was that anything that scared you also excited you in… different other ways. You needed to stop this now before it dragged on.
You open your mouth to maybe try and calm him down, “I didn’t-”
Sniff sniff sniff
You stopped dead in your tracks as he started to sniff you, gobsmacked as he invaded your personal space. The closer he got to you, the more aware you were of the situation and the need to have him grew even more. Even at the back of your mind, you knew it was bad but you couldn’t help it. And you never really tried to hide your urges either. If you could make it out of this without your secret being covered was the ideal situation.
You were lost as he kept sniffing you, his face going to your neck and slowly moving over and lower on your body. You could feel your cheeks start to burn up as he got closer between your legs, stopping at the spot of your crouch. His left eyebrow raised in bewilderment.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” The wolf grunted. “‘You in heat?”
Never have you ever been so embarrassed before. The blood rushing to your cheeks was hot, noticeable or not. Your mouth gaped like a fish as you tried to come up with an excuse to save yourself the humiliation. “I-I-”
“I, I, what? Spit it the fuck out.” The blonde gripped your cheeks in a piercing grip, his sharp nails threatening to cut at your skin. You shut your mouth as he mocked you, closing your eyes as you were ready to give in. He rolled his eyes at your submissive behavior, expecting no better from such a bunny. His eyes trail your body taking in your thin material, fingers playing with the hem of your pants. “I’ll just have to see it for myself."
His fingers gripped your pants and tugged it down, brows shooting up at the revelation of no underwear underneath. His lips tug into a wolfish grin, crimson eyes feasting on the sight before him. He wastes no time cupping your sex, growling at the abundance of slick that covers his fingers. He teasingly rubs up and down your lips to spread them, the tips of his fingers dipping just slightly at your opening to torture you. He mockingly leans forward and grins openly as you move your head to the side, avoiding looking at him as your hips move with his pawing.
"K-Katsuki, stop fucking around!" You mewl, getting angrier by the second as you attempt to hide your embarrassment, your fingers tugging at him to get closer.
"Look at this slut, all hot and needy for a wolf she's been messin' with the whole day." He taunts you in your ear and licks a stripe up your neck, his trail leading to your earlobe, and nips at the skin. He roughly sucks on the soft area, grunting in your ear once he slips a careful finger into your tight cunt. He slowly pumps his finger at an agonizingly larghissimo pace. The more he pumps, the wider your legs open and so he slips in another. You groan at how the stretch feels in your cunt, eyes looking up at him with a look that begs for more. His gaze darkens at your provocation, his hands swiftly leaving your needy cunt. "I was going to be nice, but it's clear you don't want that."
He grabs your clothes and effortlessly flips you over into your hands and knees. He delivers a harsh slap to your exposed bum, a soft whimper from the pain coming from you as you try to assume the position that you're most familiar with. He cusses at how desperate you look, his hands gripping your ass cheeks and watching as both of your holes clench. He spreads your cheeks further, fondling your globes as he takes a closer look at your cunny.
The male is swift in pulling out his cock, not caring about the repercussions anymore. His mushroom tip presses itself against your wet opening, his hand guiding it up and down your lips to gain as much natural lube from you as he can before he slips in. He manages to hold in the pleasurable moan that threatens to escape his lips as he sinks himself fully into you without caring about how you are receiving it. Based on your whimpering cries, you weren't protesting at all.
His hips smack against yours as he finally bottoms out, his cock twitching as your warm walls easily accommodate him. He offers no chance for you to catch up with him as he starts his punishing pace, but your body quickly adapts to him.
You suck a small hiss between your teeth as you welcome his harsh thrusts, your pussy deeply appreciating the length and width being fucked into you. You know you shouldn't be enjoying it so much but there was no denying how much you loved to fucked like this, by a werewolf nonetheless. As you start to get comfortable with the handling of the blonde behind you, a sharp gasp is ripped out of your throat, a searing pain pricking at the base of two spots that sit at the top of your head. Your back arches as your head is pulled back by the tension of your bunny ears being pulled back behind you in a rough grip, a pained groan urging its way out when he bottoms out inside you to taint your senses.
"This little bunny wants a whole litter, don't ya?" He leans down next to your ear, grinning as you do nothing but take it. He wraps his other arm around your waist to keep you close, offering no solution for you to have a moment of peace. "The way you're squeezing me tells me all I need to know."
Shamefully, the rough handling you were facing was something that you loved. This was evident through the way that your walls now spasmed as it got ready to milk everything from the ravishing male behind you and how you pushed your hips back against his.
The blonde sensing this reaches down to toy with your cunt, hips ramming into yours to greedily take everything it can. "That's it, I've got you, bunny."
In a juxtaposition to his soothing words, his actions say something else. He shoves you down to have your face down and ass up, hand now tangled in your tresses. His hand which was once soothingly rubbing at your clit delivers a harsh slap to it, the impact sending you over the edge. You cry out as he fucks you through his orgasm, his seed spilling into you without care about the consequences.
Semen seeps from your cunt as he empties his balls, fresh tears of pleasure and overstimulation spilling from your eyes. With one last chuckle, he leans down to give your cheek a kiss, his hand patting your hip as he allows you to come down from the intense session.
summary: shigaraki isn't paying attention to you, so you decide to suck him off while he plays video games.
tags: explicit, fem!reader
“Tomura, are you still not done yet?” you whine. “I’ve been waiting forever.”
Shigaraki barely even spares you a glance, too focused on mashing the buttons of his controller and staring at the TV without blinking.
“Almost,” he says. “I’m trying to finish this level.”
That’s what he’s been saying for the past hour, and if it’s up to him, he’ll probably be playing those stupid games for the rest of the night.
You press your lips together. Fine, then. If he keeps refusing to pay attention to you, you’re just going to have to make him pay attention.
Shigaraki doesn’t realize what’s happening at first. He’s too immersed in the game, brows furrowed as he masterfully presses buttons and controls his character with ease. This level is pretty damn difficult. He’s been trying to beat it for ages now, and it doesn’t help that it goes on for fucking ever.
Tonight is the night he’ll beat it, though. He’s already made up his mind.
Well, that was the plan, anyways.
“...the hell are you doing?”
Shigaraki finally notices that you’ve dropped to your knees in front of him. You’re keeping your head low, and he can still see the screen of the TV, but he feels you running your hands over his thighs and slowly inching them towards the waistband of his pants.
“Nothing,” you reply sweetly. “It’s fine. Keep playing your game.”
He has every intention of doing that. Still, he can’t help but frown. Are you trying to do what he thinks you are? Do you really think you’ll be able to distract him like that?
“I’m beating this level,” he states, but already, he can hear his voice wavering a bit.
Shigaraki redirects his attention to the TV, and he resists the urge to glance down when he feels you start stroking his cock through his pants. You’re gentle at first, only applying a small amount of pressure, but gradually, you start gripping him harder, pumping him through the thick fabric and making blood rush to all the right places.
He’s fully erect now, and you waste no time in letting his cock spring free.
Shigaraki lets out a silent hiss. You’re still stroking him, except now he can feel your skin in direct contact with his. It feels so good how you’re pumping the shaft of his cock. Fuck. It feels really, really good.
Still, he refuses to lose focus. He said he was going to beat this level, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. This is just an extra challenge, that’s all. If anything, it’ll make his inevitable victory even more impressive.
Shigaraki pauses for a few moments to compose himself. Yeah. He can do this.
But then you take his cock into your mouth.
“Sh-Shit!”
He outright moans this time, and he feels you chuckle softly in response. The vibrations of your throat pulse against his cock, and it amplifies the pleasure tenfold.
“Wait,” Shigaraki gasps. “Actually... hold on a second. I really need to finish this level first. I need to—”
You ignore him, just like he ignored you for the better portion of the night. Delighted to finally elicit some kind of reaction out of him, you run your tongue over the drooling slit at the head of his cock, then pucker your lips together and suck in hard. Shigaraki mutters a quiet curse as you then loosen your jaw a bit more, only to plunge headfirst and deepthroat him.
“Oh, fuck.”
He’s still holding onto the controller, just barely. His fingers are pushing the buttons in a sloppy, uncoordinated fashion now, and even though it looks like he’s trying to keep staring at the screen, he can’t help but steal glances at you every so often.
Eventually, the controller falls from his hands, and as you stare up into his deep red eyes, you realize that you finally, finally have his undivided attention.
You moan softly, bobbing your head and sucking him at a steady rhythm. His cock tastes so good. You’re convinced you’ll never be able to get enough of it.
“That’s good,” Shigaraki breathes, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah—ugh. That’s really, really good...”
His praise motivates you to try even harder, and you gag as you force yourself to take him all the way in, letting his cock bottom out against the back of your throat. Shigaraki moans again, and you don’t dare to break eye contact, despite the prickly tears that are forming.
“Take it,” Shigaraki gasps. He’s careful not to use all five of his fingers, then grabs the back of your head and starts guiding your face up and down the length of his cock. You don’t attempt to struggle, even though his pace is difficult to keep up with. You choke and gag, drowning in saliva and tears, but knowing that you’re making him feel good makes you feel good.
“I love seeing your cute mouth stuffed full with my cock,” Shigaraki says. He licks his lips in delight, a crude grin stretching across his features. “Fuck yeah. You’re so hot. You’re gonna make me cum.”
He’s pretty much fucking your face at this point, and instead of trying to fight it, you forfeit all control and let him use you as he pleases. Your throat aches and burns from how relentlessly he keeps pounding his cock in, but god, it feels fucking amazing.
“I’m about to cum,” Shigaraki pants. His thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, and a soft little whine even leaves his lips. “Shit, I’m... I’m coming!”
He busts his load right into your mouth, and you moan in delight, greedily slurping up all the thick ropes of cum. There’s almost too much to contain, but you refuse to let any of it go to waste, so you stay there obediently and choke it all down.
After a few more moments, Shigaraki’s convulsions stop, and he tucks his cock away, then slumps back onto the couch, utterly spent.
“Thanks for the meal,” you grin.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Goddammit, [Name]. You’re such a needy little slut."
“But you love it.”
“...yeah,” he admits, cracking a grin. “I sure do.”
“Are you going to keep playing your game?” you ask innocently, even though you already know the answer.
Shigaraki pretends to ponder it for a few moments, then shakes his head. “Nah. I guess I don’t have to beat it tonight. It can wait. More importantly...”
He shoves you down onto the couch, then grabs you by the thighs and spreads your legs apart. His red eyes are glinting with mischief, arousal, and just the slightest hint of sadism.
“Right now, I kind of just want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Ken Takagi (Rock Lock): "Turn Up The Heat" (NSFW)
Requested by: @princeasimdiya12
Word count: Coming soon!
Sumary: Finaly returning home after ten years from over seas as a sex therapist, reader reunites with his long time friend Keiko and her husband Ken also known as the her Rock Lock, managing to befriend the seasoned hero. On one fateful day the topic of their failing sexlife comes up and Reader offers a generous hand to spice things up.
ミ☆ Iida and Y/N must renew their hero licenses, but the only way to pass their final test is to follow the unpredictable demands of a group of eager children. As the kids conspire to play matchmaker, the heroes are forced to navigate an unexpected challenge that could determine their futures.
ミ☆ pt. 1, no warnings, reader uses she/her. fluff ;D, not fully proofread
Hero licenses are not indefinite; they expire every two years, no matter who holds them. Whether you're the number one hero celebrated across the nation or a lesser-known hero ranked in the lower hundreds, the rules apply to everyone. When the time comes, each hero must renew their license and complete randomized training designed to assess whether they are still capable of serving society effectively.
This was a critical detail that had somehow slipped past Iida. Despite his meticulous nature and dedication to his hero duties, he was completely unaware that his license was due for renewal. A perk of being a UA student was that the school automatically renewed your license for you. They did not make any student in the hero course take training since it was a part of their day-to-day curriculum. So when the realization that he would have to prove himself all over again—just like any other hero—came as a surprise.
It was a crisp fall night as Iida patrolled the streets. The rain from the previous evening had left a lingering scent of petrichor in the air—a smell he found soothing. Lost in the moment, he failed to notice the brooding police officer standing directly in his path.
Most officers and heroes got along well, but there were always a few on the police force who harbored a one-sided disdain for heroes. Many people often compared the two, dismissively labeling police officers as "watered-down heroes," claiming they weren’t cool enough and believing that only heroes did the real crime fighting. It seemed that Iida’s luck had run out that night because he had encountered exactly that type of officer—a moody, resentful one.
“Good evening, Ingenium. Have the streets been treating you well tonight?” the officer inquired with a cocky smile.
“Good evening, sir! Not much activity tonight, but we should be thankful for that, correct?” Iida replied through his thick iron mask. The mask gave him a formidable appearance, fitting for someone as serious as he was.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, very thankful… Would you mind showing me your hero license?” the officer asked, still smiling smugly.
‘Why is he asking for my hero license? Did I do something wrong?’ Iida wondered, a flicker of concern crossing his mind.
“Of course, sir! Here you are,” he said as he retrieved a laminated card from one of the many compartments built into his suit. Among the other items he carried with him were a Swiss army knife, a map, two protein bars, and not one but two extra pairs of glasses—just in case.
The officer examined the white card, which bore Iida’s photo—his eyes closed due to the flash being too bright, and they hadn’t allowed him to retake the picture. In small, off-white lettering, the card displayed an expiration date, something Iida had blissfully overlooked. This oversight was surprising for a man who was usually meticulous about such important details.
The egoist ready to ruin the upcoming hero's night began to chuckle. “You see here, your hero license expired last month. I'm going to have to fine you.” This isn't the first time the officer has stopped a hero in hopes of catching this error. He had stopped The Fresh Picked Hero: Grape Juice, Froppy, and even Todoroki, but the young up-and-coming heroes seemed to know this concealed information.
“I sincerely apologize and fully understand why I've been fined," Iida said, his words punctuated by his signature hand chop. "But could you please assist me in renewing my license? What steps do I need to take?”
"First, you'll need to fill out the necessary paperwork and complete a randomized test," the officer explained, his tone firm but matter-of-fact. Iida, feeling the weight of the situation, wiped the sweat from his brow, his intense focus on every word the officer was saying.
"You can start the process as early as tomorrow, once the Hero License Agency opens. Just be sure to clear your schedule; those trainings can be unpredictable and might take longer than expected," the lanky officer continued, his voice tinged with a hint of warning.
"However," the officer added, his expression turning serious, “Until you complete the renewal process, you cannot operate under the hero Ingenium. Should I take you in for being a vigilante?”
The officer's words struck Iida like a bolt of lightning, and to his surprise, he instinctively raised his hands, as if the officer had shouted a command.
"No, sir! I will handle it immediately—I assure you!" Iida responded, his voice filled with urgency.
The officer couldn’t help but chuckle as he adjusted his navy uniform, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll see you around, kid. You're lucky you’re amusing," he said, his tone lightening as he turned and walked off into the night, making him seem like an off-brand Batman. The way he disappeared into the shadows left Iida standing there, momentarily dazed by the unexpected encounter
It was a crisp, refreshing day, and Iida was eager to reclaim a valid hero license. After returning home from his patrol the previous night, he had swiftly filled out the necessary paperwork online—one of the many conveniences of modern technology.
Arriving at the Hero License Agency, Iida pushed open the door, only to realize that this was his second visit to the building; the first had been during his first year at U.A. High School. As he entered, he noticed a woman in a hero uniform walking in behind him.
"You must be here for training as well. Good luck," Iida said with a warm smile, his voice carrying a gentle tone despite the intimidating presence of his mask.
The woman smiled back, her demeanor friendly. "Thanks! Good luck to you too. I’m Harmonic, but you can call me y/n.”
She extended her hand in a gesture of camaraderie. He had recognized her from various hero events. They waved in passing but never had an honest conversation.
"I appreciate that," Iida replied, shaking her hand. "I go by Ingenium professionally, but please feel free to call me Iida."
With introductions made, the pair walked together into the building, both eager to discover what their training would entail. The anticipation of the challenges ahead was palpable as they prepared to face the tasks that would determine their readiness to continue serving as heroes.
The former strangers were greeted by a man who seemed more suited for a role as a Secret Service agent than a trainer. Dressed in a sleek black suit, polished black dress shoes, and blacked-out sunglasses, he exuded an aura of professionalism. An earpiece rested snugly in his ear, and he pressed a button on it to speak.
“They are here. Inform me when you are ready to commence,” he said, his voice calm but authoritative. The tense tone of his message started to unnerve Iida, hinting that the test ahead was going to be quite intense.
The man pressed his earpiece again, listening intently before responding. “Please follow me,” he instructed, leading the way down a long, dimly lit hallway. Iida was initially unsure he would be paired with y/n, but the presence of a familiar face did ease his nerves slightly.
The hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly until they arrived at a comically oversized door, which contrasted sharply with the otherwise serious atmosphere. The man stopped in front of the door and turned to face them.
“Behind this door is the test you need to pass in order to renew your hero license,” he explained. “If you fail, you will be required to wait two weeks before being assigned a different training session.” To Iida, two weeks felt like an eternity. He was determined not to let that happen.
“You two are tasked with observing whatever lies beyond this door. The results will determine your fate,” the man concluded.
Iida and Y/N exchanged glances, their faces reflecting a shared sense of apprehension. ‘So ominous,’ they both thought as they steeled themselves for the challenge ahead. The daunting task began with the oversized door in front of them, which seemed to resist their attempts to open it.
Iida stepped forward and activated his quirk, using a burst of speed to forcefully push the heavy door. With a creak and groan, the door finally gave way, revealing what lay beyond.
As the door swung open, they were met with a startling sight. Twenty pairs of eyes were fixed on them from within the room, each gaze sharp and curious. The intensity of the stares was palpable, and Iida and y/nfelt an immediate pressure to perform well under the watchful eyes of those who would determine their fate.
Those watchful eyes being the obese of children, who couldn’t be older than seven years old. One young boy, unable to contain his excitement, leaned towards his friend and attempted a whisper that came out more like an exclamation.
“Ohmygoditsproheroingenium!”
The boy’s awe was reminiscent of Midoriya’s starstruck reactions in the halls of UA High, and Iida couldn’t help but be reminded of those days.
“His mask looks so cool. Do you think he’d let me try it on? What if it smells like sweat?” the boy’s friend replied, clearly intrigued but equally curious about the details of Iida’s heroic persona.
While the boys were busy fawning over Iida, the girls turned their attention to y/n. “HARMONIC!! SHE’S SO PRETTY IN REAL LIFE!” one little girl exclaimed, her face lighting up with a wide, toothy grin.
The excitement spread through the group as they began to chatter among themselves, their voices a mix of admiration and playful speculation. Although the intimidating man in the suit had instructed them to be stern, the children’s natural exuberance quickly took over.
Amidst their giggles and excited whispers, the children’s playful enthusiasm led them to a new scheme: setting up Iida and y/n. With their matchmaking plans in full swing, they momentarily forgot the seriousness of the test, focusing instead on their own innocent amusement.
Katsuki Bakugou dating a single mom of two. He is so whipped for her. He's got the looks, the reputation, the status, but he genuinely thinks he's the lucky one. So very charming with her, which he usually never is, and that's how you know she's special.
He absolutely hates kids and thinks they're gross and irritating, but he loves hers. He is so infatuated with the kids, and does surprisingly well around them. They love him too, it's practically a match made in heaven.
You both marry and he makes the most wonderful husband and father.
Before meeting her, he considered his number one hero status the most important thing in his life, but afterward he is dedicated to his little family. Katsuki constantly takes time off work to spend time with them, which has a big impact on his case resolution count. Eventually he drops to second rank on the Hero Billboard Charts, then fifth, and then eighth. The hero business is unforgiving, and you apologize profusely for it, but Katsu makes it clear that he's a father and husband foremost, and his job as a hero comes third.
