#[lemillion] fucks
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cw: dumbification, overstimulation, fem!reader, rough messy sex, size kink, implied!virgin kink.
taglist: @blkladyelle @mxonigirimiya @niggette @adamansdiamond @sems-diarie @imperatorkhaleesi
mirio is the definition of rough because he doesn’t realize just how big his body is compared to you.
he’s really trying to be soft whenever he pushes in, honest! always praising you he loves missionary because he can look into your eyes and smile. “you’re so pretty, sunflower. yer taking me so well - so well! just a few more inches, okay? my baby would tell me if it hurts right?”
" ‘would. feels good.” is about as much of a coherent phrase as you can form, nodding and drooling as his tongue mixes against yours. you know he’s trying to be slow and gentle and you enjoy his attempts but mirio has a tendency of getting too pussy whipped to think the second he pushes into you.
he can’t even tell you’re trying to squirm because his weight is keeping you still. he doesn’t even notice, too absorbed in the lewd sound of your wet little pussy taking his fat cock. he’d already milked orgasm after orgasm from you and you could barely tell up from down at this point.
he pants like a dog. he ruts and grinds into your soft, plushy walls, huge hands digging and pressing into your rolls of fat or your tender arms. despite having had more experience it’s something about you - about how tight you are, how you trust him, how you’ve trained yourself for him and how you shivered when he first made your virgin folds tremble and cum.
“sorry, pretty. you just feel so good...i always want to sink my whole cock into you.” just his sincerity as his hips fold to yours and stutter by the time he’s halfway in make your eyes roll back a little. by the time he buries another inch in he’s babbling reassurance, voice almost breaking as your tight hole squeezes and clenches. “you’re getting so wet!” he almost cries, and you can’t tell if your bruising pussy is trying to swallow more of him in or push him out.
“miri’!” you sniffle, nails trailing his huge shoulders. “ ‘s big!”
“wanna stop?” he sounds so concerned as you pout - you can feel your walls trying to expand to take more of him.
“no!” whether that’s a “no more, too much!” or “no, don’t stop!” your foggy brain can’t tell. both of you are too far gone and he slips in further, further than you ever thought he could.
“‘s okay pretty girl, it’s gonna be quick. just g’nna use my baby’s sweet hole for a little while. y’ feel good. god you make me feel so good. i love you, y’know that?” he strokes your face softly, a contrast to how brutal your lower parts feel once he finally pops his full size in completely.
“‘love you too, lemillion.”
he can’t tell if it’s because that you used his hero name or if it’s because he’s finally bottomed out in you or because he’s so thrilled whenever you say those three little words in ur tiny voice - whatever was in mirio’s brain empties out, it completely shuts down. he's whining and whimpering, fucking drooling all over you - babbling out nonsense about how good he can make you feel, how his fat cock will make you cream so well.
#mirio smut#mha mirio#mirio togata#[lemillion] fucks#it was his birthday so I couldn’t stop thinking about him#mirio x you#mirio x y/n#mirio x reader#mirio toogata#lemillion#Lemillion x reader#mha smut#bnha smut#bnha x reader#x plus size reader#x chubby reader#x fem!reader#smut
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lemon cream pie
- mirio togata x reader | wc: 2.3k
꒰ ᥫ᭡ ꒱ — synopsis :: dessert after a long day? yes please.
꒰ ▹ ꒱ — ‘all mine’ (slowed; plaza)
꒰ ᥫ᭡ ꒱ — cw :: dom / sub relations, a little fingering, pussy lapping (f.receiving), cock sucking (m.receiving), praise, cum swallowing, reader is a college student, mirio’s hero name is lemillion
꒰ 🍋 ꒱ — tag(s): @tojibreedingme @thicksimpx
꒰ ! ꒱ — disclaimer (s) : bnha manga + anime franchise belongs to horikoshi ; this fic was written w/ black reader in mind. minors DNI !
Earbuds on, the sound of RiRi’s “Disturbia” drumming your ears, you drowned out the chaos of the outside world while your eyes scrolled through a book in your hands. One hand held the hardcover book, the other gently turning to the next page. Though you weren’t much of a bookworm, you couldn’t put the book away. Your investment in the plot and characters has kept you occupied for the past half hour since class ended.
This week has been a stressful, busy week. Your professors had gone through a load of coursework, much to the dismay of you and many other classmates. Luckily, you didn’t seem to mind, since you were pretty proficient at holding yourself accountable when completing homework on time.
Then again, you knew not to ignore your mental well-being, so you found solace in reading to escape the stress.
You looked up for a brief minute to look up at the sky, the sun hitting your melanated skin. Curls danced to the small breeze, brown eyes glimmered through squinted eyes as your arm covered them for shade.
Little did you know, a face peered out of the campus wall behind you.
“Hiya sunshine!”
You squeaked, heart racing as you turned towards the voice’s direction. Your wide eyes met the face of Mirio peeking out the campus walls.
Taking a deep breath, you muttered. “M-Mirio! Don’t scare m-me like that.”
Mirio giggled, “Sorry about that sunshine. You were so immersed in your bubble, I was afraid to pop it!”
You sighed. “Don’t worry about it, blondie. You lucky you weren’t some bozo, otherwise your ass would’ve been splattered against that wall like a pie.”
The blonde laughed as he smoothly made his way out of the wall.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, his cheeky smile never leaving his face.
“Yep,” you eagerly stuffed your book back inside your backpack, removing your earbuds from your ears before rolling ‘em up and stuffing ‘em inside the pocket compartment. Zipping up your backpack, you stood from the wooden park bench, standing by Mirio’s side as he held your hand, leading you both walking to the direction of his apartment.
You and Mirio have been dating for quite a while. Most of his friends and colleagues know of or know about you, so your relationship was no secret. Of course, some made it known they didn’t like y’all together and wouldn’t miss an opportunity to rub their bias in your face, but who cares? If that ain’t good enough, the two of you live not too far from one another. Besides his hero duties, the two of you would walk home together to chill with one another to end a hectic school day. And this day was one of those days where you two will finally rewind and spend time together.
Just thinking about all the fun things you can do made you flush in excitement, holding Mirio’s hand tightly.
He looked over to you curiously. “What’s wrong, sunshine?”
You choked up a bit, shaking away the daydreams.
“N-Nothin. Nothin at all, suga bear.”
He smiled warmly, wrapping his arm around you as he pulled you in to leave a chaste kiss on your cheek.
“Did I ever tell you you’re so cute when you blush?”
Warmth spreads across your cheeks.
“S-Shut up!” you squealed, giggling as your hands intertwined.
✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼
Opening the door to your apartment, you didn’t hesitate to slip off your shoes and ran through the halls and into the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. A satisfied groan vibrates your throat, melting into the soft sheets.
“I missed you so much, beddy boo.”
You heard Mirio pout from behind, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door.
“What about me?”
Getting yourself adjusted and sitting up on the bed, you opened your arms for him.
“Of course I missed you, dummy. I miss you every day.”
He let out a chuckle, walking over to you and leaning down to be trapped in your embrace, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling and sitting you up on his lap once he was settled on the bed.
You remained in each other’s embrace for a while, taking a moment to take in your warmth, scent, and comfort. It had been a cool minute since you both had a moment of privacy since he took on the role of Lemilion. You were proud of him and his tireless effort to be a hero that anyone can look up to for protection. Yet, despite the calls and texts to assure you that he was okay, not a day went by that you didn’t worry about him. Days like these were ones you looked forward to; him coming home to you in one piece put you at ease. This way, you felt safe, and he never failed to provide that safety.
“(Y/N).”
Mirio broke the silence.
“Hmm?” you hummed.
You felt him pull away, his arms still around your waist as he stared down at you, his blue eyes hinting a lustful glow.
Flustered, you bit your lip and tore yourself away from his gaze.
His fingers grazed your chin, gently pulling your face forward before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You immediately reciprocated, hands now traveling from his back down to his shoulders, laying gentle massages.
You melted deeply into the kiss when his tongue slithered into your mouth, dancing in harmony with your own.
A moan unexpectedly left your lips, much to his excitement. He responds with a low growl, one hand remained on your waist while the other twirled your curls.
Slowly, you felt yourself being lowered on the bed, your back pressed against the soft silk sheets, his chest pressed against yours as the make-out intensified.
Mirio pulled away in time for you both to take a breath, a trail of saliva connecting your lips broke apart. Your chest rose with each breath, your brown eyes staring up at him with the same lustful hue.
Oh, how you looked so sexy, he thought to himself.
“Sunshine,” he purred. “You never fail to get me riled up.”
Your lips twitched into a teasing smile.
“And if I failed?”
“Well,” he chuckled while raising his shirt off of him, showcasing his abs. “Then that’d mean I’d have to punish you.”
How can he say that with such calmness? Then again, the thought of seeing a dominant Mirio did turn you on, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to hide your arousal. Biting your lip, you gently brushed your knee against his groin, prompting him to hiss from the sensitivity of his crotch.
“Careful now, you don’t want to go too far. I won’t be able to hold back with you teasing me like that,” he threatened in between shaky breaths.
His large hands moved to raise the shirt off of you, exposing your breasts hidden behind a black lace bralette. Removing the fabric in one swoop, he quickly cupped your breasts, rubbing it in circular motion. You bite your lip a lil’ harder, doing your absolute best to hold in your moans. You almost made a noise when he rubbed his thumb against your perky nips, before leaning in and latching one in his mouth.
You yelped, shaky breaths escaping your lips as you watched his assault on your nips.
After giving your breasts some love, the blonde moved down to your stomach, leaving a trail of gentle kisses before reaching your lower body.
He licked his lips, lust-filled eyes glancing at the sides of lace panties sticking out of your pants. Gliding his hands from your breasts down to your sides, he gently pulled down the pants, tossing them out of the way.
“Hmm? Getting wet for me already, aren’t you sunshine?” Mirio teased, tracing his finger across your slit, causing you to squirm underneath his touch.
He then went on to remove the panties, watching as a string of your arousal broke apart between the fabric and your entrance.
Throwing your panties to the side, he didn’t waste any time rubbing his nose against your sensitive folds.
“M-Mir-“ you whimpered, yet was stopped when you felt a gentle slap against your thigh.
“I don’t recall telling you to call me that when you’re underneath me, angel,” he smiled, his blue orbs glancing up at you as he slickly swiped his finger across your wet folds.
“What’s my name?”
“D-Daddy~” you begged. “Don’t tease me, p-please.”
“Mmh, no promises,” he giggled.
You felt your cheeks glow warmly when you heard a change in his tone.
“Besides, I gotta mark my territory,” he growled, wasting no time to glide his tongue against your clit.
The gasp you tried to hold on couldn’t be kept away any longer. It may not have been the first time you’ve experienced this feeling, but since it’s been a while since you’ve shared these moments made this one feel more pleasurable, and you were loving it.
Your moans and whimpers, mixed with the sounds of him sucking, gulping, and lapping your juices filled the room, the sexual aroma engulfing you both like a bubble.
Mirio made sure to savor your scent and flavor, his mouth coated in your juices, gulping loudly as another orgasm coursed through your body, squirting more juice all over his face and mouth. He lapped it up as though it were his last meal.
Now satisfied, he rose up to stare you down, his tongue swiping across his lips to clear away your flavor.
“Your taste is so divine, babe,” he chuckled. “I may need to eat you out more often.”
You pouted, a soft glare framing your face.
“No fair. You can eat my pussy, yet I ain’t got no dick?”
Mirio’s eyes widened, laughing nervously as he scratched his neck, a trail of sweat leaving his forehead.
“Couldn’t hold myself, sunshine. You’re just so sexy, I needed to get a taste of you.”
You flushed. Quickly, you rose up and pushed him down on the bed, bringing the blonde by surprise.
“S-Sunshine? What are you–”
“Hush up, pretty boi. I’m gettin’ even with you,” you purred, a soft smirk forming your lips.
Your hands trailed from his chiseled chest down to his pants, fingers playing with the belt until it clicked off. Gliding it off his jeans and throwing them to the side, you pushed down his pants, throwing them atop his belt, now leaving him in his boxers.
You saw the hard frame of his bulge peeking out from the fabric, your index finger poking at him.
He hissed at your touch. “A-Ahah..”
A seductive giggle left your lips.
“This’ll be fun~”
Your hands proceeded to pull his boxers down, allowing his cock to rise freely, his scent filling your nostrils. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it certainly smelt like dick.
Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss on his tip before engulfing him in your mouth.
“U-Ugh, s-sunshine,” he muttered, his face flushed as he glanced down at you, sucking his cock so seamlessly.
Bobbing your head up and down, sucking and gagging every inch of him, his pubic hair tickling your nose the more you tapped his balls.
“T-That’s it, princess. You…,” he gasped. “...know how to suck my cock…” Another shaky breath. “... l-like a champ.”
His strong hands grab ahold of your head, his fingers tangled underneath your curls.
For a bit, you glanced up at him with tear-filled eyes, your brain too foggy to comprehend as you shoved his cock deeper into your mouth
“F-Fuck baby…” he choked. “I-I can’t…”
“Mmgh,” you gagged, his tip hitting your throat the more you brought him deeper in your mouth.
“C-Cum. I-I’m gonna–,” Mirio shook as he brought your head down to a halt, his warm seed filling your mouth.
Closing your eyes shut, you were surprised by the chunk load he released, some spilling out of your mouth. You did your best to gulp down every last drop of him before releasing his bulge.
Once he caught his breath, Mirio looked down to see a bit of leftover semen on your lips, a wave of embarrassment flushed his face.
“I-I’m so sorry sunshine! I-I didn’t mean for it to…” he stuttered.
You giggled, licking your semen stained lips.
“It’s fine suga. That was quite a hefty meal,” you winked at him.
He chuckled nervously, leaning up to cup your cheek and press his chapped lips against yours in a soft kiss, the salty taste still lingering.
A soft moan escaped your lips as you melted into the kiss, one hand traveling up his head, fingers brushing through his blonde hair while the other remained on his thigh.
The both of you let each other fall back onto the bed, with you at the bottom while he towered over you, your tongues twirling in rhythm.
“M-Mir Mir,” you whimpered.
“(Y/N),” he groaned, gently sucking on your tongue before pulling away, leaving behind a trail of saliva connecting your lips.
Your chest rose with each breath, a little tear running down your cheek as your brown orbs stared at his blue ones.
The blonde heaved a sigh. “Well, I’m hyped up now. You down for round 2?”
You groaned. “Can’t we freshen up and chill for the rest of the day.”
You didn’t hide your exhaustion, turning to the side and resting your eyes.
Mirio laughed. “C’mon don’t be such a sissy. You sucking my willy was just a warm up”
Immediately you turned back around to face him. “A warm up??! Says who?”
You yelped when you felt yourself being pulled forward by the legs, your face glowing bright red inched away from his.
“Do I have to say it, princess?” he chuckled cheekily.
“Now, be a good girl and allow me to stuff you real nicely.
You’re in for a wild ride.”
♡
꒰🌙 ꒱ ─ extras :: 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ∿ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ∿ 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ∿ 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡
꒰ 🍂 ꒱ ─ author’s note :: been in a mirio mood for too long. thought i share da mood with ya. enjoy :)
© melaninmight, 2022. do not translate, plagiarize, or post on other socials w/out permission.
#melaninmight#college au#bnha#bnha smut#bnha x y/n#lemillion#mirio togata#mirio smut#mirio x reader#f!reader#poc reader#minors fuck off#minors dni#kinktober 2022#edit later#<3333
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#why do you hate me???#why do you not only take my word count and rub my face in it#BUT YOU USE MY BLORBOS TO DO IT?!?!#I hate you thotty#I made that gif just for you#because you MISCALCULATED#I like hawks 1000x more than Bakugo. even though I do still love me some Bakugo haha#I have a thing for angry flawed characters ok?!#*hugs Bakugo and jet*#except hawks he isn’t flawed he’s perfect sucks to suck everyone who isn’t hawks#ANYWAYYYYY I think I’ll be at a million in like 3 chapters ugh#UGH#UEGFUWBUCIQJEBXHA *rubs face of phone screen*#if I was being really clever I could have put a lemillion gif instead#GET IT#LE MILLION!!?? haha no you don’t because you’ve never watch MHA#so Ha thotty HAAA#I’m sorry I’m such a bully no wonder I like Bakugo and jet ugh haha#zukos not far off from being a bully either though haha#kicking in peoples doors searching for the avatar telling Jee and his crew he doesn’t give a fuck about their safety haha#ok sorry I’m done#tag ramble over#enjoy my gif thotty IT IS JUST FOR YOUUUUU#LIAB#thotty tag#thotty with a bitty#thotty I love you obviously which is why I’m mean to you#MWAH MWAH
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It is currently Loving My Lemonheaded Son hours
#best boy#precious starchild#baby boy baby#precious baby boy#mirio togata#lemillion#i say stuff#bnha#mha#he fills me with such joy#i love him so fucking much#my son
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Old Comforts in a New World (Togata Mirio x Reader)
Chapter 4: Return
It's been three weeks since you last heard from Mirio, and it was driving you insane.
At first, things with Mirio were amazing. Even if the two of you hadn't been on your first date yet, you'd been talking every night for the first two weeks of your budding relationship. You'd seen his bruises slowly heal, his arm come out of the cast and slowly regain its strength and color. His smile seemed to get more genuine, and whenever he smiled your heart gave way to him a little more.
Where had things gone wrong?
Oh, right.
Three weeks ago you'd finally decided to ask Mirio what had been on his mind so much, and why he wasn't at U.A. anymore. For just a split second, you saw despair in his eyes before he showed you a big smile and a lighthearted "Oh, just some personal stuff, just needed a break," left his lips. Before you could press further, Mirio was talking about how exhausted he was from the physical therapy, "Oh man, I'm really tired. Y/n, let's get some rest, okay? I'll tell you about it in the morning." "Okay, just promise you'll tell me the truth?" "I promise!"
The next day, Mirio didn't answer any phone calls or texts. It was like he vanished from the face of the Earth! You sat on your couch pondering this, tapping your foot onto the living room's hardwood floor. Shakily, you sipped wine from a crown-headed wine glass as you gazed at news articles on your phone. Seemed like all was right in the world.
A loud, booming knock came at the door, causing you to flinch and spill wine onto the cream-colored sofa. "Shit-" you cursed, trying to blot the wine up with a paper towel. The knocks came again, thundering against the door, causing you to jump to your feet and head to the door. Would it be cops? Is someone getting murdered? You cautiously opened the door only to find Mirio there, hair messy, clothes dirtied, tears running down his face as he leaned forward and wrapped you into a tight hug.
"Wh-Mirio?!" Was all you could manage to exclaim, reaching around him to hold him.
"M-My quirk," he sobbed, "I-It's gone! They can't bring it back, m-my quirk is gone!"
What? Quirks don't just disappear! Especially not a powerful one like Mirio's, there was just no way in hell!
More importantly, you needed to get Mirio settled.
"Okay, okay, come in, let's sit on the couch and you can tell me about it." You said in your most soothing voice, rubbing his back and giving him a firm pat. Mirio's sobs turned to hiccups as you took his hand and led him to the living room couch. You sat down and patted your thighs, indicating for him to place his head on your lap. He did so, sniffling, hiccuping, eyes red from how hard he'd been crying. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, smiling a little as his body relaxed under your hands. "Want to talk about it?" You asked softly, not wanting to upset him further. Mirio was quiet for a moment, then said:
"Back when I was in U.A., I was protecting a very special little girl from that terrorist Overhaul. When I was trying to stop her from getting hurt, Overhaul's crony shot me with a quick-killing bullet. I...I haven't been messaging you because I was working with a team to get my quirk back. It looks like it'll never happen."
Tears were dripping onto your thighs and Mirio's body started to tremble.
"I'll never...I'll never save a million people."
You gently caressed his cheek, listening intently. 'That's what the radio meant by early retirement,' you thought before finally saying: "Mirio, by stopping Overhaul you probably already saved a million people. Thanks to you he can't hurt anyone anymore." His trembles subsided from constant to the occasional shiver and sniffle. He was listening to you. "You're still a hero, Mirio! Being quirkless doesn't change that. Like M*men Rider from *ne *unch *an." You said with a smile, wiping away his tears. Mirio was quiet until finally, he said: "I don't want to be alone right now. Can I..stay with you?"
"Of course."
#togata mirio x reader#mha togata#fiction#minors fuck off#mha#mirio x y/n#shounen#mha lemillion#mha x y/n#mha x reader#mha x you
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fuyumi will keep this family together if it kills her (╥﹏╥)
#jamie has made a statement#bnha blogging#im on ep 102 or wuarever#106 lol i skipped all of s1 bc i knew what happened#last i kept up w this series the manga was at like. when lemillion lost his quirk#so now i have absolutely no idea what happens#also my coworjer who hws kids has a background on her work laptoo#that has aizawa so like. i coukd be wirse#god but i really relate to the whole endeavor family dynamics fuck
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My Hero Academia hooked me with one line.
“This is the story of how I become the world’s greatest hero.”
Bam. Hooked.
There would be good moments here and there. Animation is decent with fantastic scenes every now and then. Story is eh. There were some parts of the story that were unpredictable and I personally enjoy that. But holy shit are there too many fucking sob stories.
There are two things I absolutely fucking hate that automatically ruins a story with potential:
Let’s feel sorry for the main protagonist. Either by making his life or his journey depressing. Let’s just make them the biggest fucking crybaby you have ever seen. Because everyone just loves a motherfucking crybaby in real life, right? There’s a difference between “depression pity” and actually overcoming hardship.
Why can’t they just let villains be villains? I’m so fucking tired of plots that are all about trying to justify their behaviours and actions with nonsense back stories. NO! Why can’t they do villain shit because they just want to do villain shit?! Or because you know, they’re horrible fucking selfish scumbags. Oh but wait, that person who murdered that family only did it because they didn’t get the toy they wanted so badly as a child so let’s feel sorry for them and justify and excuse that incredibly horrendous act. Fuuuuuuuuuuck that.
I kept watching MHA/BNHA because of that one fucking line. Then this latest episode comes out and all of a sudden it’s about how EVERYONE becomes the greatest hero. Fuck that noise. I got baited and I’m absolutely fucking pissed off about it. What a load of shit.
What are they going to do next? Make the invisible student not invisible anymore or somehow able to be visible out of the blue? Reveal that one of the school staff or students was a traitor from the get go? Probably someone with little screen time and the opposite characteristics of a villain so they can write in some stupid ass sob story. Make that decay villain and the main protagonist bff’s?
#rant#mha#bnha#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#anime#manga#there are just too many sob stories#I dont give a fuck#and so much filler#And all of the fucking recap#Like that one episode that straight up only had 2 minutes of new content and everything else was a damn recap#And one of those minutes was the next episode preview#This fucking show i swear#i dont know how people are putting up with it#You guys have either amazing willpower or just dont care about having your time wasted#If it’s not obvious im done with mha#I hate almost all of the characters too#Froppy and Lemillion are the real mvps#I have not read the manga mainly because I just dont have the time for it#And also I didn’t know about mha until the anime came out so I might as well only stick to one format of the story
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Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Todoroki!Reader
Warnings: siblingxsibling incest, just wanted a reason to write dabixsister smut, filth, non con, agedup!reader, prohero!reader, dub con, turn back now while you still can, slightly naive reader, nicknames used, degradation, cannibalism mentioned in passing, cunnilingus, 18+ only, children protect thine eyes and avert your gaze to something sweeter
Words: 1619
Summary: Uh oh, looks like Dabi has finally caught you.
“Pretty girl” Dabi cooes before his tongue makes a long, flat strip along the slit of your pussy making you meal and arch your hips up to meet his mouth “My pretty girl.”
God how corrupt he was. So much so that he didn’t care that he dragged his baby sister along to damnation.
Fuck did it feel good though as his fingers dig into the swell of your ass, controlling your movements. The strong, long muscle of his tongue fucking your cunt into oblivion. You didn’t care about forsaking your family when Dabi was between your legs having himself a grand ol’ time making you cry out his name.
He was cruel in his affections. Though Dabi made sure it was a cruelty that had your thighs quacking and ass clenching in his palms.
You feel like your clit is about ready to combust from his abuse of it. Dealing it nips with his teeth when you tried to move away from him. A small punishment compared to the lovebites that trail along the inside of your thighs. There’d be no way to hide them with the tights of your usual costume. Dabi dealt with them quickly.
Face burning from the intensity of his lips. The slight slippery texture of the staples along his mouth felt every now and then.
You try and crawl away from him for the upteenth time, but Dabi's fingers dug harder into the muscles of your thighs. He made sure you weren't going anywhere until he was done.
You tried fighting against him. The entirety of your fight you mentally chastise yourself for falling for Dabi's trap. For a while you'd been able to evade him in this cat and mouse game. Shoto would be able to talk you out of confronting Dabi in whatever dark corner he was lurking in.
Wanting to apprehend him before he hurts the rest of your family drove you to seek him out. As long as he lived you and Shoto would never be able to break free from the harm Enji Todoroki as long as Dabi lived. He would hold this against not just the man he had main beef with, but harmless Natsuo and Fuyumi too. Dabi would keep reminding the public what Endeavor did to his wife and kids and how the world would now pay for it.
Tried resisting the urge to fall for his taunts, his mocking little names that he attached to you. Your older brother needed to be stopped. And if anyone could go toe to toe with Dabi, it was possibly you. Endeavor was still wary about fighting his own son whom he'd thought dead. And while Shoto possessed his half and half quirk, the heat of his flames couldn't compare to Dabi's bright blue.
However, the heat of your blinding white flames could give Dabi a run for his money.
Heat and combustion converge to birth a transcendent luminosity. Well, that was how Shoto often described it. You never knew he was a poet.
That night just wasn't your night.
You were already running low on fumes by the time you encountered Dabi.
It was like he was waiting for this perfect opportunity where you weren't in peak condition to detect his footsteps approaching. Not even the reek of cigarettes that clung to him tipped you off.
Now you found it near impossible. Body betraying every rational thought that was trying to breach past the surface as he devoured you from the inside out. Plus he threatened using a quirk-destroying drug on you. The very same that robbed the now pro-hero known as Lemillion when he was younger.
The prospect of losing your quirk was worse than being assaulted. You didn't know what he would do once you were caught. Never thinking it could become reality. Initially you think maybe he'll kill you and throw your corpse at Endeavor and Shoto's feet. Rub in another victory for the villains.
Hungry. So fucking hungry Dabi was when the moment came where he finally caught you. You were fast, like a shooting star, when you used your fire quirk to propel yourself through the sky. Like Endeavor did. But Dabi wanted it more. Since first reconnecting with his beloved sister, it was all Dabi could think of. His dreams were plagued by your sweet mewls.
Fingers rip away the material of the bottom of your uniform with vengeful talons.
The same fingers that now delve past your sopping wet folds that have a vice squeeze around the digits as you squeal, attempting once more to put distance between you and Dabi yet also bucking your hips against his fingers.
What scared you most about this whole thing was how mind numbingly amazing he was making you feel.
Oh it was fucked up for sure that he made you sob and cry from the pleasure that choked you. His obscene slurping of your pussy actually accomplished in making you more wet.
The first man to touch you like this. . . and it was Touya of all people. Your older brother. Someone who was supposed to protect you.
You feel sick like you're on the verge of throwing up. But each time you think you were going to hurl, a surge of pleasure courtesy of Dabi's tongue and fingers pulled you from the brink. Felt like he was giving you whiplash as you went from crawling out of your skin in disgust and earth shattering ecstasy.
Did you want him to stop? Yes. . . No. . . You didn't know anything anymore. Your life was already terrible in the past and you barely just finished healing from what Endeavor put the family through. This was something not even your therapist should know about.
When you try to cover your face from the heat of your own shame, Dabi hisses and viciously bites your labia. Up until then you'd been moderately quiet but that bite caused you to cry out loud.
"Nuh-uh. Let me see your fucking face, Miss Hero. Wanna see the dumb expression on it when I make you come." He takes another vicious nip to your labia, making sure you would obey unless you wanted your pussy to become his chew toy. Tremors run through your arm as it slides away from your face to reveal the beads of tears that accumulate in your eyes and the bright red hue of your cheeks. Your bottom lip is chewed raw from your efforts to remain quiet.
How pathetic. You were supposed to be a prohero yet there you were splayed out in front of your villainous brother.
When your thighs seize and your body quakes, your head grows hazy and so light that you think you'll faint. Your orgasm ricochets in your bones, slick walls of your cunt convulsing around Dabi's fingers. That shit eating grin flaming wider across that it puts stress on the staples that hold his face together.
"Haa. . ." A breath is exhaled from him as he cruelly slides his finger out of you, fighting against your vice grip on them. "What would our father have to say about your behavior?" The crotch of his pants grow uncomfortable, the head of his cock smooshed against his zipper. Oh, the thought of Endeavor finding the both of you in this compromising position got him even harder. The shock that would seize the face of Japan's number one hero.
And if the rest of the world found out, well better for Dabi. Everyone would know that you belong to him. That he alone tainted the baby of the Todoroki family. The Spare Twin that no one cared much for. Your big brother doubts there's anyone in the world who adores and loves you more than he does.
His thumb smears the mess of your pussy across your puffed and tender. Enjoying the way you whine and squirm as he continues to overstimulate your already tender cunt. He knew you would be delicious, but never anticipated you being this fucking good. Dabi didn't want to pull away but there was more fun to be had before anyone goes looking for you.
For a moment he thinks back to the phone in his back pocket. A titillating idea comes to his mind of taking a picture of you in this state and anonymously sending it to Endeavor's agency.
Dabi wanted to enjoy this moment though. Possibly for the first time in years, Dabi manages to push Endeavor far out of his mind. Instead he lets himself be consumed by the sight of your chest heaving and the bright red that rose to your cheeks. You half-heartedly glare at him. He had half the mind to steal you. Take you away. Tomura highly advised against it. While you weren't the show stopper like Shoto, you were still very important to the public eye. They didn't need the heroe's efforts growing tenfold because a fellow prohero was kidnapped by them.
Instead, Dabi would just have to take what he could get and attempt to display discipline though he felt like a ravenous animal as he grazes his teeth against your skin. Your body radiates heat against his tongue, salt from your sweat delighting his taste buds. How on earth was it possible for someone to taste so good? It made him contemplate cannibalism. Would your meat taste just as good?
His hand lands on his belt, contemplating the pretty mess he's made of you. He'd have to wait until next time to truly claim you.
Leaning down to your pussy lips one more, Dabi gives it a passionate kiss that has you squealing once more. "Until next time, Miss Hero."
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DFO translator: chapter 360
“Gentry,” they call for me, “have you seen the last chapter? Will you make a dfo translator?”
To which I answer: “Sorry but I have seen the light. AFO can’t be Hisashi because Hisashi has a fire breathing quirk.”
AFO:
Katsuki: “This is but a scratch.”
AFO: “No, seriously, why is he so hard to find? Even my little brother wasn’t as good at avoiding me!
Katsuki: “I hope that nerd is on a beach drinking Mai Tais or something.”
AFO: “After all, I don’t want to succumb to the temptation of ripping you apart limb by limb and crushing your thick skulls between my fingers.”
Katsuki: “... That’s an odd line to draw for a supervillain.”
AFO: “After all, I don’t want to accidentally give you a quick death.”
Katsuki: “Ah, that suddenly makes more fucking sense.”
AFO: “After all, I did miss his birthday and he tends to get grumpy when he doesn’t get a gift.”
Katsuki: “This whole thing starts to feel awfully personal for a guy I met once in my life.”
AFO: “Oh, Bakugou, this is not personal. That would be personal.”
Katsuki: “... Oh.”
AFO: “See? I knew you would get the difference!”
Katsuki, trying not to make eye contact with the tunnel of white light: “Are you... hyping Izuku???”
AFO: “Someone has to in this goddamn manga.”
AFO: “Now, why don’t you absorb a bit of damage for me?”
Katsuki: “I have been deprived of oxygen for the past two minutes.”
AFO: “But did you die, though, barely adequate meat shield?”
Mirio, saving Katsuki: “Fly, my dude! I have never seen something so personal in my life! What did you do to that man?”
Katsuki: “I can’t answer as I am being currently being buried under a dozen of layers of sheer denial to keep my sanity.”
Tomura: “EXCUSE ME BUT I HAVE PLENTY OF FRIENDS!”
AFO: “Not now, Tomura.”
AFO: “Ah, one of those powers of friendship ones. In my defense, it’s hard to believe in something that has never saved any of the heroic friends I have been killing for more than a century.”
Tomura: “Pinata, you dumb fuck. Pinata are made to be broken.”
AFO: “I could mention how this kind of mindset make it easier for corrupt systems to stay in place but let’s be real, I do not trust you to understand half of the words I would use, suspiciously similar substitute of Yagi...”
Mirio: “Lemillion. My name is Lemillion. I introduced myself five seconds ago.”
AFO: “I don’t care.
Best Jeanist: “WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT MAN FOR HIM TO GET SO MAD AT YOU?”
Best Jeanist: “THERE WAS A WHOLE CHAPTER ABOUT ENDEAVOR, HAWKS AND I REALIZING THAT IT’S HARD FOR HIM TO HATE PEOPLE. YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY PROVED US WRONG.”
Katsuki: “If you don’t mind, I am going to stay here and not say a thing because I am assaulted by the memory of what Izuku looks like that one time I tore that exclusive All Might figurine.”
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Tamaki Amajiki X Male Reader
"Suneater you're killing me here." You loved Amajiki so much, you truly do but the boy's lack of self-confidence drives you up all the walls in the vicinity! His mouth warbled as he pulled his hood over his face even tighter muttering self-deprecating things about himself. Why is he like this? He's so amazing! Not only are his abilities on par with pro-hero but, he is part of the Big three! The top 3 students that U.A has! He should be proud of that! That's a feat that so many students dream of being in and he made it with all of his hard work and dedication he just didn't see that.
"You're hurting my eyes with how bright your smile is." You blinked coughing into your hand to hide your blush. How was he for the last year able to do this to you? He always was able to turn you into a blushing mess but because he was always hiding his face he never got to see your reaction. Thank Kami (God) for that.
"That's sweet of you Suneater. You should be happy with all of your achievements! You're about to graduate and start your own hero agency with Lemillion and Nejire Chan! You're part of the Big Three and everyone knows and loves you, especially for your help in saving Eri! You're amazing!" Amajiki made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a strangled cat before turning his whole body and leaning against the wall of the nearest building. You sighed shaking your head at his antics letting him have a moment. You both were on patrol right now and it was slow so you two can afford to take a little break. There were so many things that he just didn't see. He didn't understand how amazing he truly was. All the hard work he put in to be up to par with Mirio and his standards not realizing that he managed to surpass his own limit and go beyond and plus ultra. He doesn't realize how much he's admired and loved especially by you. You had the biggest crush on him, and you're sure it was even love by now. You didn't want to try and subtly pursue your crush until it was confirmed by not only Togata and Nejire but by Amajiki himself that he does in fact like guys. That little bit of information made your heart soar and hope blossom in your gut. You thought that maybe just maybe you'll have a chance to win his heart. You looked at him again as he finally moved from the wall but his face was still covered by the hood as you sighed. He was oblivious to your affections and advances you were scared that if you were to move past the subtle notions you would end up scaring him off. He was already so skittish and any kind of compliment would set him off even though that didn't stop you from praising him.
"We should continue with our patrol now shall we?" He didn't wait for a response as he started walking allowing you to catch up to him. You walked side by side with him engaging in idle chat with some response from him. You decided to stop initiating conversation finding that the silence was quite comfortable and enjoyable with him. You both walked down the streets and paths you guys didn't normally take learning quickly that villains will learn a hero's routine to avoid them at all costs.
"I hear something." You turned to Amajiki who manifested some animal's ear and then he ran down an alleyway with you hot on his tail. It wasn't long before you both ended up by a bank that was being robbed. The villain was huge with multiple arms that were grabbing bags of money while smashing cars and creating a complete ruckus and mess. One glance at Amajiki and it was enough for you two to formulate a plan. Another thing you were quite smug about, you both worked almost as well as Mirio or even better if you do say so yourself.
"Hey, big guy! Over here!" You jumped up and down waving your arms to create a distraction. You could have easily taken this guy down by yourself but you wanted Amajiki to get more recognition so you opt to be a decoy as Amajiki came up behind him to subdue him
"Fucking hero." He wasn't pleased in the slightest which was to be expected and he did exactly what you hoped he would do. He moved all the bags of money to three of his arms and aimed to attack you with his free hands. However, what he didn't know was that Amajiki was behind him ready.
"CHIMERA KRAKEN!" You loved Chimera Kraken so much. Call you insane, but you found it sexy and had some very lewd thoughts that you were not proud to admit out loud and would plan to keep those kinds of sexual fantasies to yourself. The villain had no idea what hit him and in no time he was tied up, subdued and you returned the money to the bank. The media and police arrived shortly and you knew how Amajiki got when it came to crowds let alone talking to someone for the news. You made your way swiftly to him after the two of you were done with the police grabbing him by his wrist and guiding him away from the prying eyes.
"I have this great restaurant in mind that we can go to later if you're up for it." He was silent for a long time and you were beginning to sweat thinking that you overstepped a boundary somewhere until you were brought back to reality by a soft squeeze on your wrist.
"I-I wouldn't mind..." He said it so softly and bashfully the blush coloring the tips of his ears and face just plain ol' adoring. It was too much for you to handle without exploding and gushing about it so to avoid that kind of embarrassment on both of the parts you opt to make a beeline for the train station.
"It's near Fatgum's agency so first, we go to the agency and from there we go out to eat! Sounds good?" Amajiki simply nodded too shy to say anything and you accepted it. The train ride was short it was only half an hour which was enough to calm down the butterflies in your stomach. You were taking Amajiki on a date. You were taking your 3 year-long crushes out on a date and you had no idea how to act or feel about it. You did the best thing in this situation! Let Kami do what it does best and run its course. It wasn't long before you both made it to the stop and walked the short five minutes from the train to Fatgum's office. You both greeted the receptionist and went straight up to where you were greeted by Fatgum himself about to get on the elevator.
"What are y'all two up ta?" You opt to explain what happened to him making sure to emphasize how much work Amajiki did and how amazing he was again
"He used Chimera Kraken! You should have seen Fat! He was so amazing!" You felt a tap on your side looking down to see that Amajiki had nudged you in the side to get you to stop talking about him.
"Stop saying embarrassing things." You took pity on him and so did Fat a little bit as all he did was ruffle up his hair.
"Well, I left the office open for ya. Make sure ta close it when y'all leave okay? Have fun now." He sent a secret wink and a thumbs up to you which had you turning your head to hide a blush. Damn that guy's intuition. You both silently walked to his office Amajiki closed and locked the door behind you two as you both walked your separate ways to change.
"I'll be out in a minute Tama!" You started calling him by that nickname when it accidentally slipped out one day and yes even though he was embarrassed he didn't necessarily tell you not to call him that so you took advantage and stuck to it even if it was to get enjoyment out of seeing his ears turn red. You quickly put on jeans and a muscle shirt with regular sneakers making your way out to the living room where Tama was already. Tama was wearing a shirt that had an elephant surrounded by flowers and ripped jeans with sneakers. He was dressed so nicely and it fitted his figure so perfectly that you felt your heart palpitate.
"W-why are you staring?" Shit, you have been caught. Time to bite the bullet.
"You're so beautiful to look at." Dammit Kami strike you down right now and make sure when you're revived you have some common sense. You waited for a response but all you got was a red face and a sputter "That was pretty forward huh-"
"I think you're pretty too." That's it. your world has been spun on its axis in all different directions. Did he just call you pretty? Was this your chance?
"T-thank you..." Dammit don't sound so stupid, be smart! "Are you ready for our date now?" Great. Real smooth Y/N. Way to lay it on him easily.
"This is a d-date?" He didn't seem appalled he just sounded genuinely confused. Screw it all, might as well go all the way. You moved until you were sitting next to him and reached for his hand to hold. He allowed it and you felt a smile grace your features when he held yours back.
"Yes, Tama...I liked you for 3 years...I really want to take you out...If you'll let me." You were patient knowing this was a lot for him to take in. You jolted in surprise when you felt a pair of warm lips press on your cheek and you turned sharply blushing scarlet.
"Let's see w-where this goes." Tama didn't wait for you to answer as he yanked you up and started walking towards the door. You allowed it. You were going to let him lead because this chance was a gift from God and you'll be damned to mess it up.
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So what do you think?
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fuck it, back to Hawks meat-riding lmao
Hearing “Bubaigawara was a good guy” out of Hawks’ own mouth was the greatest moment of Season 6 (other than LEMILLION BABY RAHHHHHH) and I will forever relish in the furious fistpumping I did around my room as canon MHA tells me what he did was fucked up
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mirio 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 mirio. mirio <3333
what do you think his biggest kinks wld be
semmie. semmie. honey. i know you’re convinced kiri and/or deku will have a lot of kids but no one - NO ONE - breeds like mirio goddamn togata. (let us not forget there were people in UA who canonically thought eri was this man’s whole daughter. horikoshi said he canonically be dating them girls.)
he wants anywhere from 4-10 kids. this is non-negotiable. obsessed with breeding his girl full.
everyone, including you, grow so used to seeing him naked that you all kind of tune out the fact that this man is packing. it’s not until he’s actually inside you or pleasuring you on his fingers that his massive size kink is unlocked.
“mirio! it’s big…”
“no baby, you’re just small. c’mon. i’ll help you fit it - that’s what lube is for. wow - makes you look even creamier for me!”
he loves calling you diminutives to make you feel even smaller.
“my tiny sunflower.”
“my sweet little lady.”
“prettiest little princess”
“oh little girl your little pussy is making me feel so good.”
if you want to call him a title he doesn’t mind per say but the only one he really likes is “Lemillion.” seeing you go cock drunk for your favorite hero, drooling out how you love your strong hero’s dick inside you.
a praise monster - can’t degrade for his life but boy can he make you feel angelic.
“that’s it. my special girl. you… you look amazing. i love making you feel good it’s like you’re even more beautiful than usual.”
and i know you aren’t into this and a lot of people aren’t so i won’t expand on it BUT… he likes fisting. it has to be said.
he really overall prefers being sensual and romantic though even when he’s rough. the type of cheesy guy who caters to your needs with candles and rose petals. 🥺
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@moonchhu requested something similar btw so more mirio thirst will come soon :)
#mirio togata#mirio toogata#mirio x y/n#mirio x reader#[lemillion] fucks#lemillion#lemillion x reader#smut#mha smut#bnha smut#queen sem😫😫😫#x fem!reader#x black!reader
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pro hero LEMILLION !! who always ends up overstimming himself whenever you two fuck. he always wants to put his baby’s priorities first :(
‘a-are you feeling good?’
‘this is all about you…only you..’.
‘feels too good..n’more please..’
you always feel so bad when your fucked out himbo ends up crying over the stimulation :((
pro hero LEMILLION !! who loves his pretty baby <3
BLACK READERS ONLY !!
#im black#black reader#i love being black#blackhistory#ilovemyfollowers#ilysm <3#anime#being black#shoujo#shounen#writing is my therapy#black men#black women#african american#black history month#megumi x black reader#my hero smut#aizawa smut#bakugo x black reader#mha mirio#mirio smut#mha x you#mha smut#mha imagines#my hero acedamia#mirio imagine
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Love how you portrayed yandere Mirio cause you just get it. YOU GET IT. Like this ball of sunshine, golden retriever energy, being so cute and fluffy while doing the most morally reprehensible, criminal shit? Keeping Darling captive and nonconning them?? This!!! Good food.
It's why I love him. He's this golden retriever of a man who'll fuck you raw without realizing his strength and be like "whoopsie doodle, I think they just passed out D: "
And who's gonna believe you if you tell them that Mirio, fucking Lemillion, is obsessed with you and is stalking you? That man has been photographed helping little old ladies across the street on no less than 9 nonconsecutive occasions. Why wouldn't you want him to be into you? He'd be the perfect boyfriend!
And in his warped way, he is! He takes extra special care of you: little gifts, all sorts of cuddly date nights, tracking your phone messages so he can know who you're talking to and texting, accelerating the relationship way too quick and seeing no issue with it, nonconning you because making love is what couples do (even if you AREN'T a couple 👀)
Yk. Loving boyfriend!
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Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia
Pairing: (Eventual) Pro Hero!Mirio/AFAB Villain!Reader
Rating: Holy shit M.
Summary: As an individual with a pretty unimpressive Quirk, it hadn't taken long for you to stray from the straight and narrow. Until, of course, a certain pro hero from your past turned up on your doorstep…
A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our first installment! I will never get over the Hassaikai arc. If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know 💚 Enjoy!
Tag List: @hijackser @nonstop-haikyuu @zombiexbody @buttons-beads-lace @swift-omg-no @ectoplasmictoast @tartimaar-bloggeth @plaguedoctorsnake
[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains graphic depictions of gore, emotional duress, mentions of death and financial hardship. Stay safe!]
You blinked. Rubbed your eyes, then checked again.
Nope, still there.
You shot backwards with a stifled swear, raising your hands in a defensive stance. "How the hell did you find me?" You snarled, noting as you did that you were probably not in as much trouble as you had originally thought.
The shining paragon of heroism currently slumped in the hallway of your apartment complex…well, he had definitely seen better days. His normally-pristine white suit was stained and torn in multiple places, and even as you watched a few more polycarbonate pieces clattered from what was left of his yellow visor. He finally raised his head to look at you and you were stunned to see tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
Despite that, Lemillion still mustered up a smile for you. "Hey, I uh…I need a favor. Didn't know where else to go."
Flabbergasted, you did the only thing you could think of, which was shutting the door in his face. You began the process of locking it all over again, your hands trembling as you did. "What the fuck," you hissed, resting your forehead on the worn wood. Before you could turn the last lock, however, you found yourself hesitating.
Didn't know where else to go. He had looked like he was in a real bad way. Clearly he was desperate, if he had made his way to your previously-unknown address. You heaved a massive sigh of frustration, then jerked back the latch bolts and yanked the door open once more.
"Oh, you're back! That's great. Sorry to be a bother." Lemillion sounded like he was torn between laughing and crying, as if he couldn't even believe what was going on. When you seized his arm his breath hitched and you realized belatedly that it was blood his suit was stained with. The lighting out in the hall had always been pretty poor; you could be forgiven for missing a few details.
"Get in here before someone sees you." You muttered, relaxing your hold to something a bit more delicate. Granted, you knew damn well that he could phase free of any grip you might have had on him, but this was a show of trust on his part so you grudgingly relented. He leaned heavily on you while limping through the doorway, his left hand holding the tattered remains of his suit closed at the hip on his right side. "Sit on the bed, I have a lot of junk on my chairs so that's kind of it."
"I'm sorry about all of this, I-I just–" Lemillion tried to start up again so you gestured curtly in his direction before beginning to secure the door.
"Be quiet," you growled, slamming home that final satisfying latch. "I don't know what happened, and I don't care. Is all of this something that can be handled here or do you need to get to a med center?"
"I…" Lemillion paused, then admitted, "I'm not…really sure." He glanced up at you through what was left of his visor, smiling again after a second. "Glad I made the right choice, though."
"Did you, Golden Boy? Because all I have to do is send one simple text and it's over for you." You retorted sharply, reeling internally from how blasé he was being about this whole affair. "We chalking this incredible trust up to a head injury?"
He laughed and then grimaced, a few tears making their way down his face. "You…might be on to something," he groaned, finally peeling his hand away from his side.
You felt your stomach lurch at the sight of the mangled skin on his torso and you shuddered, fighting back the urge to get queasy. "Shit, Lemillion, what the fuck." You snapped, "you compromise my location-"
"I didn't know where else to go!" The young man cried. Those same words he had said in the hall, laden with fresh desperation, but you weren't having it.
You fired back, still trying to keep your voice low, "literally anywhere but here, Golden Boy! What the fuck do you mean?!"
"It was the Hassaikai, I--I got shot with something," Lemillion babbled, his voice cracking, "some kind of Quirk remover, w-we knew they were developing it but we didn't think they'd advanced to the point where it was functional and now I…so my Q-Quirk is…" He broke down into tears, burying his face in his hands.
"Holy shit." You said weakly. "Man, I…look I know we aren't on the greatest terms, but I'm sorry."
"Nighteye is dead because of me." Lemillion sobbed, "I wasn't able to…I saved Eri but I couldn't–"
Fuck. "They got Nighteye?" The young man simply nodded in reply, clearly too distraught to answer verbally. You swore again under your breath, eyes darting to the door nervously. If the Hassaikai were serious enough to take out an experienced pro like Nighteye, it would be small potatoes for them to end you and the wounded Mirio. "Okay, okay. It's okay. It's alright. Is there someone you can call or-"
"I can't go back! I can't--Nighteye–" the hero choked out hysterically, coughing and then gripping his wounded side. "Please, I–"
"Shh." You hushed him curtly, holding up a hand. "Shush. Cry, do what you have to, but you need to keep it down. I…I'll see if I can get a house call."
Lemillion reached out, stained fingers grasping at the hem of your shirt. "Help me." He begged, tears continuing to spill down his face.
Shaken, you replied, "Hey, I'm gonna', okay? I just don't want my neighbors to get suspicious."
His face fell and the grip on your shirt tightened while he appeared to stare at the floor. "Thank you." He finally said thickly, releasing you. "I didn't know…I've never had to–" His words trailed off, head lolling to the side. It was quickly followed by his entire body, the young man appearing to lose consciousness. You rushed forward, catching his shoulders and managing to ease him flat on the bed.
There was blood smeared on your blankets. You puffed out a breath, thoroughly wary and more than a bit confused. Then, you fished your phone out of your pocket and scrolled through your contacts.
"Hey Jund, I need a favor…"
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The aforementioned Jund was a dark-haired, solidly-built man with a propensity for smoking indoors. He showed up as you were still in the process of scrubbing away the traces of blood in the hallway, having the audacity to raise an eyebrow at you.
"Yeah, it's bad." You answered the unspoken query softly, opening your door and ushering him into your apartment. "Ah ah, put out the butt. No cigs in my hovel." You chided, waiting until he grudgingly stubbed out the cigarette in the proffered ashtray before you continued, "so like I said, I'm not a hundred percent sure what happened. He passed out on me, but-"
Lemillion abruptly lunged through the doorway of your bedroom, the young man nearly falling flat before he grappled the frame until his knuckles whitened. "Get away from them!" He yelled, taking a wild swing at Jund.
The large man caught his arm, giving him a withering look. "You're just going to hurt yourself more, idiot." He gruffed out. "I ain't here to do anything but help. Don't get your panties in a twist."
You, for your part, put your face in your hands. Your embarrassment was all-consuming. "Can you tell we dated in high school?" You mumbled through your fingers to Jund, who snickered.
"Dating Lemillion? I didn't peg you for the goodie-two-shoes type." The older man said with a sidelong grin.
"I was young," you stressed the word. "Neither of us were exactly established in our career paths back then, either."
"Yeah, yeah, I bet." Jund teased, forcibly walking Lemillion backwards into your bedroom. "Now listen squirt, because I'm only gonna' say this once," he growled at the hero who was continuing to struggle against his hold. "I'm gonna' help and it's gonna' suck. You come at me again and I'm leaving. Got it?" Jund then tipped his head towards you. "Look, they called me here. They trust me. I'm not on anyone's side here, and I'm not gonna' rat anyone out. Consider me a…temporary ally."
Lemillion thrashed again and then went limp, glaring at Jund while clutching his side. "Fine." He panted eventually. If looks could kill, Jund would have been six feet under.
"Wonderful. Now shut up and let me work." Jund beckoned you closer, tapping your arm. "Roll up the sleeves and I'll get started."
…
Mirio wasn't sure how he was still conscious. His eyes kept sliding closed and he forced them back open, uncertain of where he was. Was he on the street? In the stairwell? No, no, he was sitting down on a bed.
You had let him in?
You had let him in.
Relief made his shoulders droop. He was safe then, at least for now.
Pain shot through his core and he jerked upright, eyes flying open once more. You were there though, hands on his shoulders to steady him even as he writhed. "Easy, easy." You breathed, shooting a look to the side. "Almost done, Jund?"
"There's still a shell in his shoulder." That man grunted and Mirio felt something grate against bone, the hero arching his back in an unintentional effort to escape the agonizing sensation.
His breath hitched, then seethed between his gritted teeth. Mirio fought the urge to continue thrashing, his entire being screaming to get away from the source of the pain.
You gripped tight on his shoulders, that mild discomfort helping to ground him ever so slightly. "It's okay," you murmured, your voice oddly quiet. "Almost there." Mirio sobbed out an exhale, his fingers clawing for purchase on the blanket beneath him. You shifted then, scooping his hands up and holding them tightly to your chest so he couldn't move. "Almost there." You repeated firmly.
"Done." Jund said abruptly, the tall man making his reappearance. His hands were stained with an odd purple hue, the color nearly turning Mirio's already empty stomach inside-out. To say nothing of the bullet he held pinched between his thumb and forefinger, its hypodermic needle tip gleaming dull red.
The hero retched, flinching when he realized that your own hands were the same violet shade. You hadn't seemed to notice, simply thanking your large compatriot.
Jund brushed you off, telling you in a no-nonsense tone that, "you'll need to eat soon, the damage was extensive."
"Yeah, I can tell. I'm pretty light-headed." You admitted with a wry smile. "Doesn't help that I started with an almost empty tank. Ketchup packets and hot water are a poor substitute for tomato soup."
"Guess I'll be waiving my fee then." Jund grumbled. "Again."
"Wait, I have-" Mirio's hands felt like lead as the young man fumbled with the side of his utility belt. He finally managed to extract a few wrinkled bills, which he pressed into your palm. "I can get more, I'll just need to be careful. Security on my ATM cards and stuff." He tried to explain, the words thick and difficult to say. Exhaustion dragged at him even while he watched Jund shake his head.
"Keep it. The fee is a joke. I only charge the big shots who can afford it." The older man pointed out, "you're a fugitive, from what I can gather, or bare minimum you're in some deep shit. Save those dollars for when you'll need them, kid." He then tipped his head towards you. "Buy them some real food and lay low so you can heal."
…
Jund's Quirk, while wildly useful, took a heavy toll on him if someone wasn't able to share the burden. The lanky man waved off your offer of a beverage before he left, simply giving you the instructions to, "force him to take it easy for a few hours." He also carefully placed the bullet into a ziplock bag you provided, his face troubled.
Mirio had fallen asleep relatively soon after Jund had finished, the younger man still arguing the merits of paying his 'fee' even as his voice got softer and softer. Once Jund departed you took a moment to heave a sigh, then straightened your shoulders and got to work.
The blankets would need to be washed, and while it might be paranoid to think that you may already be under surveillance, you weren't about to risk leaving your apartment with your bloodstained bedclothes. The shower would have to suffice.
Slinging your two light summer blankets into the bathroom, you then rummaged around in your combination broom closet/linen closet/general catch-all storage closet for your laundry supplies. A stain remover for sure, but you'd have to dissolve it before adding it to the fabric as the rinse water would need to be cold to help lift the blood.
Ugh. So you'd need to find a container for the stain powder (one that could be rinsed out or disposed of), and then you'd have to run extra water for the whole endeavor. Ugh ugh ugh. You doggedly got to work, grumbling mentally the entire time you swished and scrubbed at your blankets in the bottom of your shower.
At least the powder worked, despite your annoyance over the process. You ended up arduously wringing the blankets out and draping one over the shower door while the other took up a sprawling residence stretched between your two kitchen chairs, which were both laden with the buildup of your junk mail. With that particular trial managed, your stomach rumbled.
The clock on your stove was still blinking 12:00 from your last power outage, when you had finally given up on trying to keep it current. You checked your phone for the time, and then resigned yourself to rustling up something to eat.
You were up to your waist in a lower cabinet chasing down an eye-laden potato when you dimly heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you.
You froze.
"Can I ask where your cups are?" Mirio, how was he even able to move.
You nearly brained yourself on the lip of the cabinet door in your haste, quickly turning to face the young man with your hard-earned prize in hand. "Upper cabinet by the sink." You answered his question, your voice faltering a bit.
Mirio looked awful. His nose was red, and his eyes were bloodshot with lurid purple circles beneath them. Despite his appearance, he just nodded and then used the counter like a crutch so he could limp across the kitchen. "I'm still…pretty sore." He explained, like he assumed you wouldn't know.
"Mirio it's been less than four hours since your lung was unpunctured, you're lucky if all you are is sore." You chided, moving to open the cabinet for him. His hand landed clumsily on top of your own on the handle and the both of you flinched, Mirio moving back a step and you yanking the cabinet open. "Uh, sorry. Just a little jumpy." You tried to apologize, the reality of your situation catching up with you. A hero (former hero?) had come to your residence in search of aid. What the hell kind of mess was this?
You quickly filled the cup from the tap, handed it off to Mirio and got to work cutting the eyes out of your lone potato.
"Whatcha' doin'?" Mirio asked after a moment.
"Trying to figure out how to feed two people with one sad legume." You grunted as your knife caught on a particularly stubborn eye, then huffed in frustration when you accidentally nicked your knuckle. "Ow, dammit."
"Hey, easy." The blond man admonished, continuing, "look, just take what I've got. We can go to a corner store, pick up some stuff."
"Excuse me, 'we'? Golden Boy, you're the one who came here all in a panic over being spotted!" You pointed out.
Mirio blinked down at you, seeming confused. "Yeah, but your Quirk can change how I look. So it's fine."
Ah. So that had been why he sought you out. You weren't sure why that deepened your irritation, but you found yourself setting your jaw and digging back into the potato. Abruptly the knife sank into a mushy spot and your heart sank as you realized the potato had gone bad. "Come on, fuck's sake." You swore under your breath, chucking the offending tuber in the trash and resting your hands on the counter.
"Did…did I say something?" Mirio asked awkwardly. "Wait, wait, did you lose your Quirk-?"
"No, I didn't." You cut him off, dropping the knife in the sink and washing your hands. You then turned, giving his face a hard look. "I just won't be able to do anything about the bruising. You know I've never been able to change skin or mask injuries."
"Oh. Well it's a relief that you haven't lost your Quirk." Mirio's smile looked hollow and wrong. "Was kinda' worried there." His eyes strayed to the ziplock bag on your counter while he spoke.
You placed your hands on either side of his face, furrowing your brow in concentration. Your Quirk allowed you to change superficial things like hair or eye color and hair length, as well as offering limited control over more advanced things like bone structure. It was relatively simple to soften Mirio's striking features, masking the well-known hero with the guise of shaggy dark hair and smaller eyes. One final adjustment of his cheekbones and you nodded to yourself, content with your handiwork. It had taken you ages just to master working in vague symmetry, so as not to leave the subject of your Quirk stuck in the Uncanny Valley for the hour of use you could provide them.
"We still need some sunglasses to hide that bruising." You mused aloud, turning to your kitchen table and shoving the majority of your junk mail aside to unearth your lone set of shades. "Throw these on and we can make the run."
…
Forty minutes later Mirio sat impatiently on your bed. You had refused his offer to help, stating that since he had paid for the food he shouldn't need to prepare it. "I can cook, y'know." He called at your back, a little entertained by how nasally his voice sounded. You must have altered the shape of his nose. Those sunglasses had nearly slid off his face numerous times.
"I remember well what you considered cooking." You snarked dryly, "I was in the hospital with food poisoning for three days, Golden Boy."
"I'm also not fourteen anymore, Sunshine." Mirio retorted, his old nickname for you rolling off his tongue before he could think. "I've needed to keep myself alive. Can't exactly fight villains when I'm stuck in the bathroom, now can I?"
"Well I certainly couldn't, but knowing your overachieving ass I'm sure you'd manage somehow."
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but you seemed irritated. Mirio grimaced at himself after a second of thought; of course you would be irritated! He had just shown up at your doorstep while you were clearly trying to lay low and pretend to be an ordinary member of society. The life of a villain wasn't an easy one, and while he didn't agree with it he wasn't entirely devoid of empathy. You had always been pushed to enter a career of public relations regardless of your own wants or needs, to the point where the pressure became too much and you had dropped out of high school. After that, you had essentially vanished from social media and the public eye.
Seeing you in the field, recognizing you in the field and realizing that you weren't pursuing a lawful career…it had been sobering. Mirio knew that it would hardly be the first time he may have to engage with someone he had known in his youth. The world was a hard place if you lacked an attention-grabbing Quirk. He just hadn't expected you to be someone he would trade blows with.
Despite the clear mismatch of the two of you, the organization you partnered with had clearly trained you well. You consistently managed to evade Mirio, even with his considerable strength and powerful abilities. The few times you had engaged him head on, you met him with such ferocity that he was left stunned. Whatever had happened to you through the years must have been…difficult. At least, he hoped that's all it was.
The only reason he had your address was because he had been looking up old classmates in the city database out of boredom. He couldn't really say why he had never turned you in.
Well, that was a lie. He could, but he brushed it off as bias. Plus, it wasn't as if your particular villain gang was up to anything more nefarious than petty robbery or the occasional smash and grab. With the Hassaikai on the loose, resources had been stretched pretty thin!
The Hassaikai.
Mirio's fists clenched tight on his thighs, the young man staring at the floor. They had succeeded, sure, but the loss of Nighteye, his own hand in his mentor's death…
Togata hadn't realized he was crying until he felt you tug his chin upwards. The look you gave him was inscrutable and felt like it went on forever, the former hero forced to sniffle and wait for you to let go.
But all you said was, "dinner's ready," and Mirio wasn't sure if he imagined the sympathy in your eyes before you released him.
"Sorry," he apologized on instinct, rubbing his eyes. "You must think I'm pretty dumb, huh?"
"I think you coming here was pretty dumb." You allowed stiffly, passing him a bowl. "You being upset about…stuff, is totally fine."
"Is there anyone-" Mirio paused, swallowing a bite before he continued, "in your group with any sort of analysis capabilities? For the bullet."
You snorted, shaking your head. "Sorry, no. You probably knew that already though."
"Figured it wouldn't hurt to ask." The hero exhaled, thinking hard. That complicated things immensely, to the point where he was essentially out of options. His stomach twisted, threatening to make his dinner reappear. Oh sure, he had known deep down that there was no point in running from the scene. He had known that he would eventually be tracked down and made to answer for his hand in Nighteye's demise. He had just been hoping there would be more time for him to mentally prepare, more time for him to grieve the loss of his Quirk and his mentor.
But it seemed that time was not on his side.
"I'll have to turn myself in, then." Mirio said quietly. "The bullet is really important evidence and while I'm…not really ready to face the music, it would be pretty selfish of me to hide out and endanger you further just because I'm being a coward."
You turned to look at the window, squinting in the dim light of the morning. "How about you sleep on it, then decide?" was your reasoning. "There's not much you can do in your current state. Get some rest first, screw your head on straight, and then you can decide. You're probably pretty fragile right now." An unexpected sob fought free of Mirio's throat, like the finishing touch on your sentence. You made a gesture, as if to say, see? "You need rest. For real this time."
"What about you?" God, he hated that his voice sounded so weak.
"I've got enough time for a quick nap, my shift doesn't start until ten." You stood up, stretching with a groan. "Can't believe I had to stay up all night to deal with this."
"I…I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly."
Your hand landed on his head, rumpling the hair that was slowly returning to its regular blond hue. You didn't actually say anything, but Mirio got the impression that he might be forgiven.
Part Two
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"You have an update on the girl's condition?"
All Might asked that question without bothering to turn around. He could always feel Eraserhead's scathingly pointed glares well before he saw the man himself.
"Yes."
The blonde turned now, using a cloth to wipe the blood from his hands as he stepped away from the man he'd beaten into unconsciousness. "Good things, I hope... That little girl has been through way too much. Eri deserves better than what cards she was handed."
"Her quirk is still dormant for the most part, but occasionally it wakes back up."
"We're almost lucky, in that the shock and stress of her rescue depleted whatever energy reserves her power feeds off of..." All Might murmured, leaning against the wall next to his subordinate. "We've been able to evaluate that bitch Chisaki's research notes and prepare for her to live comfortably. Not to mention that we were able to get LeMillion his quirk back without hassle, after finding that the yakuza bastards had already synthesized a cure."
"It's already been almost a year..." The quiet assassin murmured. "It's hard to believe... She's grown a lot. She smiles often. She's discovered her favorite foods and favorite colors..."
"You poor bastard," All Might said with a good-natured chuckle. "You really have started loving that little girl. It's just as well, since you're the only one who can help her if something gets out of hand... But never in my life would I have pegged you as being someone's father-figure."
"Look who's talking... You went from being a seemingly violent tyrant who feigned heartlessness, to suddenly taking in a bunch of strays like me," Eraserhead quipped. "Then you went from adopting subordinates, to adopting your pet husband, then a teenager, and now you have a daughter."
"Maybe we're all just getting a bit older."
"Don't rope me in with you."
The blonde snickered. "Fine, fine... But I assume you have something else to say about Eri, or you would have told me to fuck off and walked away by now."
"Yes... She has a request for you."
The older vigilante blinked, brows furrowed as he met the other man's eyes. "She has a request? Well... How can I be of service?"
The tired looking assassin hesitated, then sighed. "Eri wants to meet the little princess, and also see your protege again. She sees LeMillion often since Nighteye and I work closely together, but she wants to see the other boy who saved her... And once she heard about your daughter, she became determined to see her. She's even worked harder to control what little power she has, in case you'd say no because of that."
All Might couldn't help but give a soft smile. "Oh dear... It seems a playdate will be in order, then. I'll talk to Rian."
"Just like that?"
"Of course... It's a reasonable request. The poor kid is probably very lonely, and honestly Hinata is at an age where she needs to start socializing anyway. If I know Rian, and I do know him quite well, he'd turn on me if I had the nerve to say 'no'."
"I see..."
The blonde bruiser stretched walking back towards the man he had previously been pummeling. "Very well then... I'll contact you after I've nailed out a few details. Don't work too hard."
"Sure, sure..."
All Might didn't have to look to know that Eraserhead had left, but he did anyway, fighting a smile. "...We didn't even casually threaten each other this time... We're both getting soft."
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