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.
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.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.
Leon Kennedy x Male Reader | Work do be working me, but I finally have another Leon fic! Yippee!!!
Preview: "If you keep staring it'll start hurting."
"Saying I can't stare at you now?" His eyes helplessly flickered over Leon, smile pulling a soft chuckle from the other. Aged but no less handsome and perfect as he always is.
Huffed chuckle exhaled as Leon embraces him, chin hooking his shoulder as he replies, "No, I love it when you stare."
Warnings: happens both before and after the re9, slight infected Leon(only in beginning), fluff, slight comfort in the beginning, Y/N not used, Not edited or beta read
WC: 463 | Leon List
Faint at first, barely noticeable. Coloration slightly off, but not enough to warrant worry. Heart beginning to recoil as weeks past, vein-like skin cells raised over. Day by day dark blotches began seeping, dark murky patches peppered over his hand.
Fingers running around, careful not to wake or hurt the other. Chest sinking with each pasting thought, from hopeful to fearful. Leon's soft breathing consistent and steady, cuddled up and warm as always. Staining patch of hungry blotches on his neck now stretched to his shoulder, light purples and yellow follow clouds of charcoal veins.
Nuzzling against Leon, face pressing to firm muscle. Breaths following the others as eyelids turn heavy, in synchronized peace. A joined sanctuary despite the growing unknown, the night before his mission.
"If you keep staring it'll start hurting."
"Saying I can't stare at you now?" His eyes helplessly flickered over Leon, smile pulling a soft chuckle from the other. Aged but no less handsome and perfect as he always is.
Huffed chuckle exhaled as Leon embraces him, chin hooking his shoulder as he replies, "No, I love it when you stare."
Nights were considered sanctuary in his eyes, without him a cold void remained. Sheets thin and pillow no longer soft, furnace of warmth arriving late in the night. Soft thuds of foot steps growing closer, door creaking open after it click. Moments later muscle of heat meets his back, arms wrapping around him tight. Head nuzzling his shoulder, thumb lightly rubbing over his arm.
In a blink he found himself awake. The smell of fresh cooked eggs and brewing coffee used to make him gag during his childhood, the constant smell always mixed in with fluffy pancakes and bacon. Now though, he welcomed it with an eager appetite. His tongue watering as the scent called to him.
The sizzling of eggs reminded him to turn down the stove before pouring the alluring bean water into two separate mugs. Steam wafts from both ceramic cups, an air of homely warmth vaporizing with the breakfast scent. He’s then broken out of his trance, the soft steps of ’s sturdy leather shoes ricocheting down the hallway.
Y/N turns with a loving grin, "Morning." He soothes, gaze taking in his lover. Skin smooth along muscle and bone, rough texture laminated in its wake. Imperfect as all things are, fingers running over mended skin cells and bruised muscle. Clean of bruises and added scratches, Leon looked to almost glow before him. Taking him in, tied eyes the moon light only enhancing his appearance. Softening the firm lines of age and darkened shadows.
"You’re chipper this morning." He retorts, feeling Leon's hands finding their way on his waist.
Pressing a slow kiss to his temple, he mutters. "Just happy to be home."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.
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.."
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.
Mirio Togata x Male Reader | Back on my villain x hero shit, lolz.
Preview: "We'll cross that bridge when we get there, besides I can't loss my number one enemy so soon." Playful grin at his lips. The question imprinted to his tone, thought about and thrown for a reason the man couldn't place. Flashing his eyes back to the hero's blue ones, cocky yet observant. "You're sappier then I imagined." He muttered.
"So you think of me often?"
Warnings: implied fighting, reader is wounded, blood mentioned(no gore or details), reader passes out, mirio nursing reader back to health and patching him up, reader bad at feelings and words, no use of Y/N
WC: 1,197 | Mirio List | DHO Chapters
Making his way out, walking passed Spinner. Standing guard at the entrance, perking up. Glancing at him, footsteps catching up a few paces behind. "Where the hell are you going?” He pressed quick. Turning to face him as he walked backwards, "Grabbing some drinks for the boss man.” The other gives a curt nod, "Make it quick.”
That should've been it, a quick pick up at the convenient store. Not cold brick pressed to his back, hiding in an alleyway between wall and garbage. Catching a group of hero's on patrol as the owner accused him of stealing. His bag of cold drinks and snacks held close, too far from the hide out and not close enough for back up. Already in the losing battle, he fought regardless. Eventually leading him heavily wounded.
Leaned against the pristine wall, out in the open. Blood staining and running down below, trailing of drops and footprint lay in his wake. His breathing sharp and quick, lungs heavily constricting at each inhale. Would he…The two words swirled through his mind, the question stuck in a loop of uncertainty and guilt. Would he…fight me, arrest me, or…nerves shocked through him in a crashing wave. Melting to his knees in a painful heap, blinking away watery eyes as his vision hazes over.
Each blink heavier than the last, his body shaking in its painless state. Willing himself to stand, using the wall as his support. Just-make it to the door… He thought, pushing pass the blazing weight of himself. Eventually making it, now dragging himself onward. The world around him spinning, a world of spirals and mismatched colors. His body giving out, free falling.
One blink, Y/N was now laid on his back. A pressure tight around his torso, head slowly rolling down. Gauze, it looked to be wrapped over his chest and waist. The burning ache of his injury now sore, he then noticed the plush fabric of the couch he was on. The squeak of a nearby facet and running water echoed off the walls. The mere sound sent his head throbbing, a soft groan escapes his lips as he moves to sit up. A hand instantly pushing him back to lay down.
Flash of the broad blonde filled his vision, "Don't move, you'll open up your stitches." Stern with his words, an unmoving option. The villain stares back, his quick intake of air coursing sharp pain through his chest. Through gritted teeth he hissed, allowing himself to lay back. "How…how long was I out?"
The hero seats himself beside him, an open med kit laid out on the coffee table. Gauze, rubbing alcohol, thread, and scissors sprawled over the dark wood. A steaming bowl resting near the close corner to him, something homely and fresh waft towards his nose. His wound thrumming as his gaze flickered over them. "Hours maybe, you were on my porch for a while."
"How long?" He added. Empty gaze drifting towards the hero, "How long till your buddies get here?" It was over for Y/N, that much was clear. Taking in by the number one hero AND patched up. He might as have well walked up to a hero agency with his hands already cuffed. "I haven't called them." The other replied, blues eyes holding his flashing between his gauze covered wound and his face.
Frozen in disbelief, mind reeling in confusion. Brushing off the other with a tongue click, covering his eyes. Arm draped over his face as he remained in place, silent acceptance. Burning chill runs through him, body shaking in a quick thrill. Tired an understatement in his bones and muscles, something the cushions beneath him soothed. "You plan on watch me?"
"Doesn't look like I can trust you on your own." The hero counters sat on the floor beside the other. Broad shoulder brushing his arm with a slight shift. Eyes flashing towards his arm as his hand rubs over the spot, "So what, keep me here until I heal or should I be worried about never leaving?" In truth where would this go once he heals?
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there, besides I can't lose my number one enemy so soon." A playful grin at his lips. The question imprinted to his tone, thought about and thrown for a reason the man couldn't place. Flashing his eyes back to the hero's blue ones, cocky yet observant. "You're sappier than I imagined." He muttered.
"So you think of me often?" A quick question, unprepared and wavering surprise. Smug as he was in battle, his own brain fumbling to form any kind of sentence. Tongue and mouth shaping over nothing. "That's not—never mind." Embarrassment pushing his instinct to sit up, calling over his thrumming pain, lightning fast as the hero's hand reached his chest again. Firm pressed to the center, warmth blooming beneath his touch, teeth flashed as he breathed through his conflicting thoughts. "What are you doing now?"
"I'm hungry," Head tilled up towards the hero, glaring as he resists against his hold. Sturdy hands gently rest over his shoulders, pushing him back down. "You're barely laying down as is." Holding him flush against the couch, towering over the villain.
Flushed Y/N replies, "T-this is ridiculous." His eyes avoiding the hero, heated embarrassment still hot over his skin. The hero's hands move away not long after, waves of blanket cold replace the villain's shoulders. The bowl on the coffee table now cradled by the blonde, utensil in his other offering the still-steaming food. "It's for your own good." Hesitant, the villain takes a bite.
"I've got some extra blankets, you'll have to sleep sitting up for a few nights." A few folded blankets at his feet, the blonde continuously stayed within his eyesight. Something the villain was never a fan of, being watched and cared for seemed entirely out of the question. But, now a sensation he can't name borrowed in his chest. Lightening rods cascading through his veins in reach of savoring, isolation long forgotten with the overbearing hero at his beck and call.
For two weeks he stayed put, quietly recovering. Another two days and he'd be gone, gauze wraps now patches over scabbing skin. The blond still insists on cleaning them, fingers careful without a tremble. Replays of the others touch haunt like a far nightmare, whispers of concern and checking in. How'd he go this long without noticing it?
The dwindle of fighting may have taken priority over his emotions, pushed aside for later. Time, he often never had enough of and he was running out again. Laid down eyes closed, not quite asleep but not awake either. The hero was putting away their shared dishes from the table. Soft weight of fabric was pulled over him, slow in hopes to not disturb.
Thoughtless his hand reached out and grabs the hero's arm in a gentle squeeze, fuzzy in words and heart. "…my name by the way. Might as well know who your patient is."
Silence encapsulated the room for a beat, unknown, and toeing a line. Invisible and terrifying, yet freeing. "I'm Mirio, can't let my nemesis die so early in his career."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.
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.
Preview: His body slightly hunched over, ridged and tense as stone. Curled in on himself, hands rhythmically caressing his forearms, up and down and up and down.
"Come here, let me clean that handsome face of yours."
Warnings: Blood, cleaning off blood, no wounds mentioned, fluff, kisses involving blood, kinda cute tbh, borderline tooth rotting fluff honestly
WC: 462 | Shigaraki List
A bowl of warm water and a few hand towels rest an arm's length away, your fingers squeeze the damp fabric, water dripping and running down with audible splashes. Glancing towards Tomura, your heart ached from the vibrant trails of blood and patched purple bruises. His body slightly hunched over, ridged and tense as stone. Curled in on himself, hands rhythmically caressing his forearms, up and down and up and down.
"Come here, let me clean that handsome face of yours." You muttered, sending him a smile. Body turning, a breath pulling itself out of your lungs. He stays still, barely breathing at your words. Patient, you wait for his go-ahead. That's what he always needed, time in silence and a choice to make on his own according, and who were you to deny that small peace he longed for.
The slighted nod and drooping shoulders had been a blooming trust of an open-handed-gester. Gently whipping away the reminiscence of battle and regretful misses from your partner. You watch as he softens, that usual hollow expression warmer with a tinge of thanks with his red gaze. "You’re too sweet…" He whispers, honey dripping and love-sick, a bubbled giggle erupts from your lungs. Squeezing the towel once more, your eyes staying on him. Catching that quick flicker to your lips before he leans in, placing a kiss on your still dirtied cheek. Much more covered in dirt, then blood rather, "So soft…so lovely to look at." He adds against your skin, a series of rumble giggling following as he pulls back. You now see his somewhat clean face dirtied again.
"Hey, my face is still bloodied you-" Cutting yourself off to catch the small huff, head shaking. "You can’t kiss me yet, you were almost clean." Tomura giggles along with your gaze holding a sense of dismissal. Ignoring your pleas, he leans in to place his mouth over yours. Lips pressing to yours with devotion and promise, a sweet and firm reminder of his possessive affection for you.
"You can’t tell me what to do. Besides, I like you better this way." He teased, watching your expression change. His fingers finding themselves beneath your chin, trailing up and down your neck. Seemingly following the lines of dirt. "You're always perfect to me, bloodied or otherwise."
Hopeless with a lip bitten pout, you lean towards his touch. "I…I’d much prefer it be your blood on my lips, if I’m being honest..." You replied quietly, swallowing thickly as you grinned knowingly to him. Heart launching as you threw the towel over Tomura with a hardy laugh, an attempt to cover the blooming warmth over your cheeks and chest. "Careful Y/N, you're starting to sound jealous." He teases, pulling the damp fabric off himself. Reveling a masterful proud grin.
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Togata Mirio x Male Reader | I really like the concept of Mirio and Villain!Reader falling for each other, can you tell yet?(This was suppose to be a short one...oops) Anyway happy holidays!!!!
Preview: “He remembers the League often, I can’t imagine that group being anything but evil and corrupt.” The warden muttered, glancing towards the heroes. A blonde rigorous in his positivity and rightful #1 spot and a smaller green-haired man with a heart overflowing with hope.
“Maybe they weren’t so different from us, what do you think Lemillion?” The blonde beams towards his friend, a bright smile matching. “I think he deserves a chance.”
WARNINGS: no uses of Y/N(wanted to see of i could pull it off), confession at the end, villain reader, the League is dead in this one, everyone's dead accept reader, reader has hallucinations/memories of the league, alcoholism(reader is a drinker at one point), grief, angst, reader is a little morally gray, villainy to vigilante(kinda), verge of death at one point, emotionally heavy
WC: 4,428 | Mirio List
THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS HAVE BEEN TERMINATED
Set in large letters on news sites, hour long deep dives, and printed Newspapers. Like ringing bells of victory for the world, evil concerned—smashed by hero fist. Normal life picking back up after rebuilding, another century filled with a new line of hero's and useless drama ramps up again. As if nothing ever happened or changed, like his friends' lives meant nothing. Blank staring at the white porcine floor, memories of Toga and Twice playing cards resurfaced. Her distance giggles warming his hollow heart, Twice's voice bouncing off the same. He smiles, remembering Spinner and Tomura beside him.
The three engrossed in a game together, intense silence soon broke once he bumped shoulders with them. A call of cheating came though both his ears, he only laughs as he takes his stolen victory. "At least try to play fair next round." Tomura muttered, halfhearted as Spinner agreed with a click of his teeth. He smiles as the memory fades, eyes brimming with tears as he replies out loud. "I played fair this time." His voice hitting white walls and one way windows. Here he sat, straight jacket bound—prison made chains to his heart. Guns trained on his every movement and breath cemented chair straightening out his bone and liquidating muscles to thin shadows of what they used to be. Lines of IV’s, feeding tubes, and medical bags lining his needs. The man who once was the third-most powerful and fearful in the world, now nothing more than a husk on a fragile timeline.
Bustling behind the thick glass windows, fingers tapping touch screens, recording brain waves and bodily functions. The warden explains alongside two others, a blazing will to change the heart of the villain. “He remembers the League often, I can’t imagine that group being anything but evil and corrupt.” The warden muttered, glancing towards the heroes. A blonde rigorous in his positivity and rightful #1 spot and a smaller green-haired man with a heart overflowing with hope. “Maybe they weren’t so different from us, what do you think Lemillion?” The blonde beams towards his friend, a bright smile matching. “I think he deserves a chance.”
Cracking over the high speakers rest in high corners, the villain's ears perked up. “…you have visitors.” The room the warden resided in trained on the irregularities, steady lines became frantic scribbles. “Is this because of my good behavior?” He mutters, glaring to the direction of the two way glass.
Both heroes standing side by side, well aged from the last time he'd seen them. Flashbacks burned at the lines of his vision. “Think of it as probation.” The blonde’s voice, a carefully steady hum. The caged villain catches deep blue eyes. The anguish and anger filled his raised in his bones, the scenes of blue flames and charred flesh, the image of Toga smiling while frozen, and that…that pale of dust Tomura became. He blinks, voice lowing as he replies. “Don’t go getting yourself hopeful on someone with nothing to lose.”
Silence stretched over the floor like fog, swelling from the ground up. Hopeless grief made its home in his heart. “We want to help you. To do that, we need to work together. Can we do that?” The villain gave a slight nod, attention flickered to the green haired man.
Quirk canceling cuffs weighted down his wrist with each step, legs shaky from his lack of movement. A lethal injection cuffed as a stylistic collar, aimed and ready below the thin fabric. The moon, cold and homely. His eyes closed as he feels the radiating light over his skin, crashing waves below almost made it sound like the beach. An artificial beach he longed for, sand sinking around him, the surrounding water lapping at his ankles and familiar sounds of his comrades swelled with warmth.
"Ready for an undercover case?" The vision shattering before his eyes, focusing on his closed fists in his lap. The rumble engine of the car dismantling his daydream to nothingness. Sky flying by as he watches the city-scape inches closer, three months of 'start up cases' as that green haired hero put it. A pathetic way to control the underground raising up from ashes. "Not exactly covert." The villain reverts back, the blonde hero walked along side him.
"How differently would you have done it?"He thinks for a moment, blinking with a side glance. "Allowing talk to spread over a containment breach, then making an example of anyone opposing my return. Would've have the entire underground in my palm by now." He holds his open palm out before him, the reform and power he'd held before a mere piece of broken glass to the underground. The hero hesitates as he questions back, "Killing them?"
The villain chuckles, shaking his head, "There's more to villainy then just killing. Keeping them alive only givings the chance at more allies once their own plans and resources have been exhausted, they'll have no choice but to come crawling to the one person they fucked over. Sound familiar, hero?" He rambles, turning to face the hero with a smug smile. Catching the smallest glimmer of guilt from the ever-glowing man, down turned brows barely meeting his smile.
"Maybe we're not so different after all." He replies back, an open rumbled tone, vulnerable.
SHOULD EX-VILLAIN CONVICTS BE TRUSTED AMONG HEROES
Paperwork had become a usual for the newly reformed man, as did the missions and post-work beside Lemillion— "You know, you don't have to call me hero all the time." The blond commented, a nightly patrol he'd roped him into. Their steps in sync along concrete, "I'm not calling you by name, hero." He insistent, he gaze flickering over the city buildings and passing cars. A calming weekday led to mainly short patrolling hours, yet Mirio made it somehow bearable. "Why not?" The blond questioned, voice dipping almost forlorn at the villain's honesty. "I'm not your friend, hero." A light hum reverb from Mirio before he replied, "We really need to work on that hope of yours."
The car ride back taking an unexpected turn, met with green grass and miles of trees. Eyes catching slabs of cemented birth and death dates. Heart sinking as his hands rubbed against his clothes anxiously. Rows of names, both forgotten and remembered side by side. Out of the car, Mirio leads him to a collection of head stones, isolated away. Overwhelmed by seeing their names a helpless huff is pulled from the villain, lungs squeezing. Hands drifting over engraved letters as his eyes watered heavily,
Toga Himiko
Shuichi Iguchi
Kenji Hikiishi Big Sis Mange His hands tremble as he reaches for a nearby rock, crossing out the indented letters and writing above.
Jin Bubaigawara
Atsuhiro Sako
Toya Todoroki
Tomura Shigaraki
Grief rules over his being, body curling towards the grass. Knees meeting the ground with a giving thump. Breathing became a chore, as did his words. He needed to get them off his chest. Their faces rushed through his mind's eye, standing before him. At peace yet at a distance, smiling at him like he was the sunset. "I'm sorry I wasn't. I couldn't stop him…I couldn't save you and now…I hope it's better there, wherever you're at. I'm so sorry." He remained seated at the graves, fingers brushing over their names as his tears fell. That burning ache of grief felt lighter, a weight of relief of his goodbye felt bittersweet. A release of his past—acceptance.
On their way back, he stops in place, footsteps silent as Mirio followed. Pausing a yard away, the villain stares sympathetically from the ground. Thick with tension fog, his glossy empty gaze lifts to the hero. "My hope was born out of spite and anger, while yours was raised though your youth. We both want the same thing and yet they had to die for it." A fragile boundary that needed breaking, an act of free will mirrored. One of suffering and one of relentless saving. "I want a world worth living in, for everyone, the League included." Mirio strides to the villain, confident evident in his steps. He offers a steady hand in the other's shoulder, "We'll make that happen, I promise."
White walls always look the same at rock bottom, like now. Laid out, wrists cuffed to the hospital bed. Medical beeps and IV fluids keeping him stable, the mattress under his back stiff and scratchy. Skin tingeing with dried blood, gauze cocooning his wound's beneath thick cotton blankets. Moving took heavy breaths from his lungs, leaving his heavy body motionless. Brain foggy with reeled focus, fuzzy, and painful. Clicks of muted heels pass him by without greetings, eyes rolling closed, waves of voices pressing far and near his ears. Blinking away the aching wave in his brain, the glaze of the window shining over.
A successful raid captured before it’s chaotic attack, walking the line of their leaders outside their warehouse. A few heroes still inside, recovering victims and underground families. “Everyone stay low, I’ll be there as soon as I can! Stay away from the walls and pressure plates on the floor! They’re c-4 explosions set to continuously destroy the warehouse!” He relays, slipping through flames and soon to collapse wood. The temperature increasing as he’d run into two heroes. Grouping civilians and victims together, leading them back to the outside. Back and forth, a heavy clasped cut off a significant chunk of the building below the ground floor. “-what happened up there?” Mirio’s voice echoed through his earpiece, "Damn building collapsed at the entrance." He replied, eyeing the now blocked off area. Flames licking and wood breaking in harsh creaks. He backtracks through the building towards the other hero.
“Tell me where to go from here.” Demanded, courageously. That damn hero…eyes closed he brings up the blueprints in his mind, breathing out as he plans out loud, “Turn around from where you are, take a left down a hallway with green tiles. Another room with a blue door should be open, behind the gray bookcase will be a crawl space. That’ll take them to the building next door.”
“Always the man with a plan.” The blonde replied with a chuckle. A choking sensation logged in his chest, something pushed him to run back inside the building. He’d made in time, the same group of kids following the hero. Covered in debris and smokey ash, he guides them all up the crawl space. Last kid clumsy, tripping over the lip of uneven flooring. A hellish click, he was quick to grab the blond hero, pushing him to the space, body in the way of the exit as an explosion erupted. Hungry flames eat at him as he weakly pushes the bookshelf back into place.
Burning as his skin and clothes, another rumble the ceiling above him caving in. Wooden and metal beams stabbing his chest and legs in place, his breathing out of the question as the world begins to spin. “Hey! Why are you on the ground?” The villain blinks, a version of Toga kneels before him with her smile. Flames growing in height as he gives into exhaustion, “You know him, always on the floor. More a damn dog, then anything else.” Tomura appears, leaning against the partially broken wall. Lungs constricting tightly as he was lifted from the floor, heavy lidded eyes drifted close as the figures misted away. Giving into the restless sleep his mind pulls him into.
He blinks again, a tired smile settles over his lips, the space quiet and void-full. He mutters, voice scratchy through his dry throat and tongue. “I’ve made my peace with death a long time ago, I’m not scared of it anymore.” Forcing his cheek against his pillow, meeting the blonde hero once again. Pass out, laid over the villain's arm, cheek pressed to his forearm hands holding his own. Hero costume still emitting a burning smell, ash, white, and gray clung to his golden mess of hair.
An airy laugh escapes his throat, “Figured I take a page out of your book for once…Mirio." Silence replied in full, sharpened beeps of the medical monitor filling in the blank space. A growing warmth borrowed its way within his heart, his hand to squeeze the heroes.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Mirio pulls Y/N along, passing through a tight crowd. Heart launched in his throat, an itching change brushing his skin, anxiety like a leech tapping at him. Heighten stares, those were the worst. The whispered words he could live with, but pupils shrunken of indifference. A manifestation of the hate he’d lived in, bubbling up old habits, the villain would find himself spiraling into a bottle once night fell.
Two years out of Tartarus and number one hero hadn't left his side since. Pulling him along with that glowing grin like he meant something—special. "Really shouldn't-" His attempts were only met with giggles and a lazy wave. "Nonsense, you know Midoryia as much as I do. It’s been over a minuet since we did something like this!" Damn man was right, his relationship with both had developed throughout working together. Community he'd never verbally admit to missing, too close to admit it.
Monthly hangouts, seeing movies, and hero-work brought to his new place of residency. It'd become a normalcy that made the ex-villain ache during nights. Still not able to travel anywhere alone, he'd sit out on his balcony. Visualizing himself at the cemetery again and again, visits there were few and far between. He'd wished freedom to conversant with the head stones. Talk like they weren't gone, as if they were somewhere faraway on vacation.
“You two catch up, I’ll grab us something to snack on!” Leaning against the metal table, arms crossed as he glances towards the other. Kind green eyes embedded with freckles and peach scaring, sitting across with his own grin. Chancing the man a small nod, “Work going good?” He questioned, avid curiosity dancing around him. “Yeah, it’s been pretty busy. And you, has anyone reached out?”
“No, I think the villain groups will keep their distance for now. Only vigilantes and you two of course." He comments, tipping his head towards Mirio in the distance. Watching the blonde happily carry bags of freshly made food. Happily converting with each food stand. "Can't seem to shake him off these days." He adds in a quiet mutter to himself. A drift of warm wind passes by, a pause. "He's been worried, you know." Midoryia muttered, the other nods. "I noticed, hero-work has been running him ragged lately. His hours have doubled this year alone and yet he's still working non-stop." He adds.
A hesitant pause brought the man's attention back to Midoryia. Watching as his fingers soothed over one another, "It's not that, he's worried about you. Ever since the building incident." He pushes. "I've never seen him so s-"
"He shouldn't." The other cuts in quick, too close. He's too close, those damn heroes are too close again. "And neither should you…" He forces out a saddened laugh, a small smile pulling his lips. "Besides, it's true. Most villain attacks have been in the underground, more paperwork than physical work nowadays. Heard you got moved to personal detail after that incident too." Deflecting kindly, changing the subject. The green hair man freezes, gaze sharpened towards his friend's outburst. "I mean it, just be careful from now on. For both our sake."
He watches the shift in the other's expression as Mirio joins the two. Blissfully unaware of the heavy smoking cloud lingering within the villains chest beside him.
AN ADDITION OF REFORMED VILLAINS ENTER HERO COMMISSION CHAIRS
Five years since everything, an anniversary of his family losing and his release from having governmental eyes on him. Though that didn't seem to stop Mirio, the ever-pushing force a now constant he craved. Stupidly falling in love for the hero, he'd shut himself in. Making up plans only to cancel last minute, now here he was, wallowing away bottle after bottle. Sat back against his front door, hoping his dreams will bring some sort of comfort to him. Something to change this melodically he'd accumulated. "M'busy," He slurs, drifting his gaze towards the other.
Suspicion filled he asked, "What are you doing here anyway, thought you had that hero-meeting with Endeavor?" The blond only smiles, kneeling down. The villain's heart throbbed, the way the blonde truly trusted him. Up close and smiling at him, "Something came up and I missed you." The villain chuckles, head shaking as his eyes fall to the bottle in his hand. Liquid gold swishing back and forth, catching gleams of peeking sun rays. Mirio moves beside him, lifting a paper bag towards him. "Figured you needed someone to hangout with today." Using that damn low tone, waves of heated guilt washed over him.
The rims of his eyes brimming, biting his lip he nods. Grasping the item as he sets aside his alcohol, "You're too soft, hero." He comments, leaning his head on the other's shoulder. The new drink his favorite non-alcoholic one, familiar in its containment. Coloration and name warming his heart in nostalgia. "Tell me, what's on your mind this time?" Mirio extends his arm over his shoulder, his chin resting atop his temple. Light stability of an embrace, more soothing than any weighted blanket or favorite jacket the villain owns.
Throat tight and tears falling he answers, "Wondering how different it’d be if even one of them survived. If it was Spinner, I think we’d be neighbors. He had a good head on his shoulders; Compress and Twice too. Dabi and Toga would definitely still be in that prison before rehabilitation in my department.” He chuckles, his tone lowing. Pressing memories of the group's night conversations brush his lids. Fantasy of a free world to be their true selves, happy regardless of perception.
“And if it wasn’t for All for One, Shigaraki would probably be here too. Hell, he'd probably be a hero, talking me down in game strategies and trading with energy drinks.” Another rumble of chuckles move through his chest, rib cage tight. "Then I started thinking, was I even worth it in the end?" His thumb brushed over the drink, rhythmically as he spoke. Words flowing like water, spilling over in droves. Ignorant of surround banks, fallen leaves, and tree roots. As his heart had always been, overflowing and ever longing to spill to someone.
"You are worth it, villain or not." Mirio muttered warmly. "Even with everything you've done, past, and present. You continue to make up for your mistakes to be better, I see it. Don't put so much pressure on yourself for something no one could've controlled." Liquid courage flowing through in a rush, allowing himself to embrace his partner's warmth. He sighs in defeat, popping open his drink.
"We had a deal!" An underling known for causing strife within low ranks, venom fueled out in betrayal filled words and tear eyed rage. Stomping like a child, teeth bared and breath heavy. "And that's not my problem. You lied about staying in the shadows and now I have the chairman on my ass because of your fuck up." The other corrected, swift with his words. Scattered workplace swamped by empty file cabinets and his own trusted workers ignoring the scene before them, "Until you fulfill your end, deals off."
The leader finalized, sending the younger one a nod towards the door. A series of huffed cures and stuttering footsteps left. Settling against his desk, he watches the switch in real time. The underling stands frozen, fist clenched as he nods. A hand full of of the leaders workers attack, all pointed towards him. Quirks flashing, blasting, and tying his in attempts of surrender.
However, the leader was always prepared. A press of a hidden button below his desk sends a transmission to any nearby hero agency as well as locking down the building. He dismantles the small group, his own loyal workers helping where they can, leaving only the underling for last. Enveloped in heat, flames crawling closer as did the underling, laughs of hysteria echoed. Pain barley numbed by the lack of air entering with each breath, his mind foggy and vision blurry. Coughing, eyeing the other across from him. Caught beneath fallen ceiling he awaits whatever punishment the underling has in store for him.
His main arm severely wounded, lacking any hard hits for the remaining fight. He more so feels light pressure building behind his left eye—closed. Shakily, he stands. Whipping away the collection of blood off his face and arm. "Doorway transportation, flame manipulation, and memory fog..." Tearing his shirt to form a makeshift tourniquet around his upper arm, sore muscles scream with each extension. "Blind spot during his fog exhale, he's frozen for a second." He adds, rolling his shoulder.
Wave after wave of punches, kicks and quirks combining. Another jab to his closed eye sets him back, stunned. Body limp for a moment as he was kicked again, shoved back against the brick wall once again. Eye's flashing up towards the aggravated villain stomping towards him, chest heaving as his inevitable end shadowed over him. Only then, he's welcomed by a force that is Mirio. Hands gently lifting him through the wall behind him. Phasing through the wall completely, Mirio cradling his body, moving away as the villain attacks. "Don't-" He breaths out in a rumbled plea. Pushing him out the building entirely, stepping back in as he reply's. "Just returning the favor, I'll be back." taking the blunt of fighting alone.
First aid responders pulled him aside, the familiar bond tightness of gauze latched to his skin like webbing. An unusual addition to seeing through one eye made his awareness around him spike, waiting again. The waiting soon turned sour as another unit of heroes past through, shouting for more medics. Heart dropping as his legs rushed him towards an unconscious Mirio. Covered in what looked to be dirt and fresh gauze around his upper arm and neck. Hero suit tattered and ripped, blood stains growing through white and blue fabric.
His hand grasping the heroes firmly. He stayed beside Mirio, now within a hospital. He lays half his upper body on the mattress, hand never leaving the blondes. A harsh reminder of the first time this had happened, he shifts to press a soft kiss to his palm. Following the lines of the blond's fingers. Nuzzling his cheek against it, craving the radiating warmth that oozed from the hero. "Don't you dare die on me…" The villain commanded, voice shaky, pushed out in a harsh whisper. "You're the only one I want by my side."
The softest squeeze of Mirio's hand replied. Steady and promising to the other, blue eyes opened the villains soul, voice softens in vulnerability, low with heart beating of pure honesty. "I'm not going anywhere without you…"
Finishing missions away from Mirio were always boring, it wasn't the stack of paper-work or the reoccurring crime. It was the lack of the man himself, the dull space he'd craved out with kind words and deep insight to the reformed villain. His soft-hidden smile the world never saw, the way he lingered after difficult villain fights. The way he cups his face in nightly kisses, how his hands always find themselves on him.
Magnetic by affection ridden awe, his words ricochet through his mind. "Being alongside you through it all, made me stronger. That alone fills my heart, but the way it beats and skips for you. I can't brush it off as friendly feelings anymore. Falling for you, just felt so right. And I know you feel the same, you're as soft and kindhearted as I am." He laughed, breathless. Blue eyes twinkling as the hero kissed him.
Eyes scan over the recent picture of the two, his new favorite. His proposal frozen in time, holding his lover's hand as he popped the well awaited question. Mirio with an overjoyed expression shined through glass, blue gaze teary eyed and love filled—Immortalized and perfect. Cold press of his ring hangs limp over his chest below his suit.
Needless to say, he'd missed him. FaceTime and phone calls were one thing, having him in his arms, body pressed to his own—he needed it. The stability that Mirio radiated off, utterly euphoric to the villain. Landing back within his work building, leftover paperwork, and roundabout conversations to his boss finally end. The elevator ride down slower, anticipation rising as his suit tights around him. Like a wet-suit—clingy almost skin along his bone.
The second he stepped out, pleasure surged through him as the familiar lips of Mirio latched to his own, devotional want and promise. Leaving the overwhelming chatter and photographer clicks in the distance. A toed line long forgotten through late nights, long talks and contentment in silence. Arms embracing as he pulled away with a grin, "Those online hero forms are gonna have a field day with that kiss, hero." He teases. Pressing his forehead to the others, the blond shakes his head. Eyes closed as he replies with a giddy smile, "I have you right here. That's all I could ever ask for."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.
