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cafezinho9 · 2 years

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Could a male reader with wolf quirk, 2.10cm tall, tail then appear in an ear bumping and waking up like a dog and what is his girlfriend's reaction to seeing for the first time, a fluff with Mt. Lady, Midnight and Mirku please!

How could I turn down an offer like that? Both are one of my favorite characters! by the way, tall readers are rare, I like to write rare things lol

Gn reader(It can be read as male reader or female reader too!)

remembering, english is not my native language!

Mt. lady

It was a tiring week for Yu, constant patrols making her turn nights, but it was finally over and she ended up visiting her boyfriend y/n to enjoy the little break she would have, they both had a great date night, went out to dinner, went to beach, at home they had a game night while eating junk food, it was very comfortable, although she teased you a little about how you looked like an excited puppy because your tail wagged frantically when she saw it at your door.

In the end it ended up getting late and you asked if she would like to sleep there, Yu didn't refuse and decided to stay there for that night, showered and put on one of her clothes which by the way was too big on her making her wonder how you grew so much , the two of you lay down on the big double bed in your room and fell asleep together, it might not seem like it but she was happy, she slept a few times with you since they lived far away so these moments were very precious to her.

You both woke up slowly and at the same time, she shifted a little on the bed noticing you starting to pull away and when she turned towards her she caught a glimpse of your ears down as you made a little ball and opened up for good as if you were stretching right after sitting up and shaking her head, she'd never seen you do that since whenever you slept together either she woke up first to have to go to work or you woke up hungry first.

She stared at you sitting on the bed looking at some fixed point just finishing to really wake up, her tail was stretched out moving slowly, it seemed like stars appeared in Yu's eyes, she thought it was very cute, she sat on the bed and crawled up to you and jumping giving you a long hug from behind.

-How cute!

-hm?-You were confused and sleepy.

-Do you do this every time you wake up?

-What I do?

-A kind of ball and then stretch!

-I think so, it's customary to help me stretch.

-I need to see this more often! -She stated laying her head on her lap and looking at her face.

-I think you can only see if we wake up at the same time, which is rare.

“I should spend a whole week here just to wake up at the same time as you and watch this!” Her hands went up to her head and she started to caress her ear.

Yu will definitely talk about how cute she found this for the rest of the day and the heroes who go to work with her will have to listen, its lucky she doesn't talk to fans about it so as not to cause you trouble as most of her fans are half crazy, otherwise half the world would know how you wake up.

Mirku

It was a cold dawn when Mirku arrived home, she had prevented a school massacre with other professional heroes and it took much longer than imagined since the villains had hostages, as soon as she opened the door she could have a vision of you sitting lazily on the couch watching the news about life in the wild in a bunny sweatshirt he got from his girlfriend for his last birthday.

-I am home.

-How was work?-You asked the woman who was slowly approaching you, apparently tired, it had only been a few days since you started living together so there were many boxes around the house for you to pack.

-We had a lot of problems to ambush the group of villains who were holding hostages, but as I'm a great heroine, I successfully concluded.-Mirku sat next to her, opening her arms in which you soon approached her and hugged her.

-I think you better rest, tomorrow I'll pack the rest of these boxes.

-I'm not tired!

-Rumi...-You sighed-I'll buy you some fresh carrots tomorrow, ok?

She smiled and walked down the halls of the new house going to your room, getting some clothes and going to the bathroom.

You got up turning off the tv and went to the bedroom changing your clothes for a sleeping one (Imagine what you want, shirtless or not), took the big cotton blanket and spread it over the big double bed, it didn't take long for Mirku finishing your shower and jumping into bed, you laughed a little and then lay down next to your girlfriend, both hugged and curled up falling asleep in each other's warmth.

At dawn the alarm clock went off, for the first time Mirku didn't grumble and kept sleeping after the alarm clock went off, you curled up and then stretched out sitting on the bed and shaking your head, your mouth slightly dirty from nanny and your hair mussed by Mirku slept with the hands on it.

-I never noticed that you did that! It's funny.-Rumi ended up laughing.

-hm-You grumbled still trying to wake up fully.

-Is it something normal among wolves, or is it just you for being half wolf?

-I really don't know, my parents told me that some dogs did that.

-Puppy-Rumi scoffed.

-I don't say anything when you curl up like a rabbit in bed or when you're on your back wanting a little rub on your belly to sleep.

You guys had a cute little fight about your customs...

Midnight

You had been dating for some time, you two had just arrived from a coffee, Nemuri had the day off today and took the opportunity to spend the day with you, it ended up getting quite late and you invited her to sleep at your house, they often did that, despite when you wake up she is in the kitchen or has gone to work.

Entering the house she put her coat on the chair at the table next to the door, took off her shoes leaving it on the small rug in front of the door, you did the same and went right behind her towards the bedroom, there were some of her clothes that were there every time she slept so she took those clothes that were folded in her locker while you took your own clothes.

"Want to take a shower with me?" Nemuri asked as she opened the other door of her wardrobe and took a bath towel for herself.

-It might be.

The two of you even liked to relax together in the bathtub, no obscenity of course, just enjoy a hot bath in each other's comfort, although Nemuri sometimes says some naughty things.

You took a long shower together, dressed and went to the kitchen to get a piece of cake from the fridge and eat it, the woman stared at you for a few seconds while she ate her cake making you confused.

-Something wrong?

-I wonder how you grew so much, I'm even considered tall but look at you-You couldn't tell if she was incredulous or confused.

-Genetics? Or maybe my quirk, I don't know.

-You look like a basketball player.

-Was it supposed to be an offense?

-I don't know, but for me this is exciting.

-I think everything is exciting for you.

-All about you, now let's sleep, I need a good night's sleep.

- Alarm clock? - You asked as you went with her to her room.

-I think at noon, tomorrow I'll just go to the agency later.

-Right.

You set the alarm for noon and the two of you lay on the bed, she hugged you putting her head on her breasts and caressing your ears which by the way she likes a lot.

-Good night dear.-Nemuri kissed her head while you hugged her tightly.

You fell asleep quickly and by a miracle you didn't wake up earlier than the alarm, you both woke up to the alarm clock ringing, you turned it off and slowly separated yourself from your girlfriend who sat on the bed wiping her eyes with her hand until you cringe like a ball and stretch out by sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed while shaking her head and yawning.

Nemuri was surprised, she found it very cute, especially her ears down and her tail stretched out as if it was stretching too, she approached you and hugged you from behind admiring the sight she just had.

-So cute! I need to see this more often!

-What?-You were confused and slightly flushed from feeling your girlfriend's hot body pressed to your back.

-You waking up, you're so cute, I definitely have to wake up more often when you're waking up!

-Y-did you find it cute? I find it kind of weird...- Her face was getting redder

-Baby this is so beautiful!

Midnight after that started sleeping with you more and trying to get up at the same time as you because she thought it was very cute, she will always hug you after you sit on the bed and talk about how cute it is, Ia's teachers had to listen to her talk about how cute you are waking up for almost 1 hour, Aizawa almost threw the bread she was eating in her face to see if she would stop talking and freak out.

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amphibiahawks321 · 2 months

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Mirko : I'm hungry...

M!Reader : I can order us some takeout-

Mirko : Carrot cake...

M!Reader : What?

Mirko : I want Carrot cake

M!Reader : Don't you think having dessert is a bit too much? and also I don't even know how to make-

Mirko : I'll let you touch my ears

M!Reader : .....

[Cut to Y/N Shredding Carrots while watching a tutorial while Mirko hugs him and holds his waist from behind with a smile]

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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Hello can I request a Keigo best jeanist and mirkos react to Seeing their S/o getting Brutally killed in front of them? (Seperately)

Yandere Hawks and Mirko reacting to their darlings death

Warnings: violence, killing, mental issues, and a lot of angst; hint a suicide.

A/N: Hi, I don't write Best Jeanist so I decided just to write these two characters.

Sorry if this is short, I was hurried!! :((. Thank you for requesting, stay well.

Hawks / Keigo Takamki:

His body shook with anger and denial.

Anything in his way feels his wrath. His wings shoot out, killing and smashing anything in his way as he jumped onto the villain. Brutely punching them until their face as unrecognizable, his fists and body splattered with red and bruised.

He didn't want to believe you were gone, even though he woke up to you never there — always flying around, almost searching for you, yet, nothing came.

Endeavor, of course, saw the change and showed a rare chance of compassion; a hand on his shoulder for support. But, it was pushed off; his face stoned cold, and his eye's colored black.

Keigo hits rock bottom — after everything, right when he had you and got a true meaning of happiness. He lost you, a true dove that belonged.

He completely changed. He didn't do his smirk, or show off his wings, but rather hid them whenever he was in public. Nor did he sleep, barely getting a few hours, only waking up with dreams of your laughter, smile, and touch; oh God your touch.

Suddenly, the television announced that Hawks was missing, expressing that he wasn't seen.

He was lost. He was missing, rather flew somewhere very high, only bringing your favorite blanket, some clothes, and a flower that you always adored.

The apartment was trashed. His feathers are sprawled everywhere, and trash added into the corner as everything is where you had left it; untouched.

Nobody knows where — or when he'll be back. But, the last thing that is seen by him was, on the fridge a sticky note dated: "Tomorrow, at 8pm."

— "I'm so sorry – why couldn't I save you?"

Mirko / Rumi Usagiyama:

Rage and confusion consume her.

Immediately, she looks at the villain with a look of wrath; tears swelling in the corner of her eyes as she felt her adrenaline course through her body.

Rumi attacks the villain, throwing them around before beating them to a pulp; punching, choking, and hurting them till her hands were covered in thick blood.

She kept screaming "why?" And "how fucking dare you."

When the police show up, ask questions and take her to the hospital for a check-up... she's numb.

She doesn't believe it at first, she tries her hardest to say strong. She does. The only feeling of guilt and anger fills her heart.

When the funeral comes, she's reassuring everyone — but herself. She's letting your friends lean on her, cry on her shoulder as her eyes stunk from crying the night before.

When she comes back home, she breaks down. Sliding against the wall as she breaks everything; punching the wall, pulling at her ears and hair.

She keeps your favorite flowers around the house; decorated in vases with items stilled around the home. She never moves them, but rather admires them with tears rolling down her cheeks.

For the next few days, Rumi stays quiet. She stays in bed, and looks outside while the birds chirped and imaging your voice; touch; that sweet addictive scent of yours.

Slowly, everything loses its motivation for her. She won't bring herself to work, let alone eat, drink, or sleep. Just lay there, in the bed rethinking it.

The memory constantly repeats each minute of her time — your screams, your face, your blood. Everything.

— "It should've been me... why wasn't it me."

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justice-maul · 1 year

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Great Dom~ Mirko x Qurikless Male Reader

Request: how about a mha Mirko X Male Reader smut Reader is also quirkless and everyone thinks rumi is the dom but secretly Reader is in charge in the bedroom

Author Note: Please remember that English is not my first language. if I missed any warnings I was really sleepy writing the warnings

Warning(s)⚠: sub mirko, humiliation, degradation, praise, fingering, p in v, rough sex, overstimulation, and dacryphilla

“Wow your so lucky to have a woman like Mriko control you,”

“She must be a great dom!”

“It must be heaven to be with such a dominant woman”

Those are one of the many comments you get from a day to day basis but it was all worth when you two were eventually alone, Rumi was on the bed completely bare face down ass up just the way you like her with her tail showing shaking a little in excitement and anxiousness as you rubbed your hands over her body

Rumi had been begging for this since earlier, whispering how much she wanted you to fuck her pretty hole deep inside along a mess of her perfect cunt or touching you way too much while inform of the cameras, it was already bad enough that she had to walk around in such a slutty outfit practically screaming to be ripped off of her.

You pulled out making her whine and complain about the loss of your fingers and how much she wanted you to fuck her quickly so you positioned your cock and slammed into her pussy at full force causing her to let out a choked moan tears coming out as you began to fuck her rough and deep not wasting a minute fucking her the way she wanted

But of course you weren’t gonna let her go that easy, the moment she came on your cock her legs wobbling and her body twitching you wasted no time in hitting her as deep as you can with your cock ramming her at full force making her cry but she knew better then to ask you to slow down knowing she wanted exactly this and nothing else, to be used like someone’s property wholeheartedly and completely

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bugzzzzx · 4 months

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MIRKO 🐰💗💗 :3

Masc & Fem y/n 👁👁👌

I love her sm

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deleteddewewted · 2 years

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Could you do Male readerx Mount Lady x Miruko Sweat and sour. R is tired of Yu publicly denying that she is in a relationship because of her "brand". When she is confronted, Yu asked how people would react that she is sleeping with a quirkless nobody. R gets upset and leaves to his friend Rumi's house. She comfort him and suggests they make a sex tape as payback. Maybe end it with a, "He's mine now, bitch." (Could the smut be from the perspective of Yu watching the tape?) Thanks.

Sweet and Sour: Revenge Tape

Mirko x M! Reader x Mount Lady

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W: Breeding Kink, Sub! Mirko, Angst, NSFW, Dom! Reader, Male! Reader, Impact Play, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Revenge, Sex Tape

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Takeyama didn’t know what to think of you after you ignored her texts for the past two days. She knew she messed up and she knew she embarrassed you but you always came back to her. You always answered when she called, always responded to her texts when she’d send one. But, after a disastrous night out where you tried to pull her into a kiss after eating out at a restaurant she’d been dying to try, you hadn’t responded to any of the messages she had sent.

“For the love of fuck, Y/n. Answer me!” She grew frustrated with you. It wasn’t normal for her to be ignored. What could be so important that you felt the need to ignore her?

More days went by and eventually, she gave up on calling you. You ignored all attempts to be contacted and didn’t bother to interact with any of the mutual friends you both had.

“Yu, have you ever thought of going to your ex’s house?” Nishiya rolled his eyes at his roommate and sighed when he watched her deflate.

“Yu, do you even like Y/n romantically?” Takeyama’s eyes widened, offense clear on her face.

“Yes! Of course, I do! Why would you ever assume I didn’t?” Takeyama yelled. She felt her eye twitch as Nishiya judged her with his gaze.

“Are you serious right now?” He sighed. The stress of having to deal with her complicated emotions was too much for him.

“Yes! I love Y/n. He’s my boyfriend!” She whined.

“If he’s your boyfriend then why don’t you let him kiss you in public?”

“Because-” She tried to clarify herself but Nishiya cut her off.

“Why don’t you let him hold you or hug you, then? Why isn’t he able to call you or acknowledge you as his girlfriend while you’re both out, huh?” He raised his brow at her all while looking smug.

He knew every single detail and event of your relationships. It was embarrassing how much he knew about you and Takeyama. He knew how much you devoted yourself to her and how little she gave back. He watched how Takeyama spent hours on the phone talking to you about something that caught her interest and how attentive she became any time you spoke. He had to watch how you both cuddled on the couch during a movie night and how loud you fucked in Takeyama’s bedroom afterward. It disgusted him to hear how casually Takeyama dismissed you for quirkless nobody when I’m public and during interviews.

“Oh, him? Yeah, no, he’s just some mega fan who I like to take pity on. Poor guy is quirkless so he likes being around heroes.” The mocking and annoying laugh she would let out was just as vile as her words. He could see that she loved you, that she truly wanted something with you besides getting a quick lay. He saw it but so did her manager.

Everyone around her told her that she had to pretend not to know you. Being seen with a quirkless was mildly disapproved of but dating willingly was the biggest insult to modern society. The hero world expected her to do her duty and to bring children into this world who would best her capabilities. But if they found out that a quirkless had managed to breed and fuck her full of their cum, the hero world would implode in a mix of joy and disgust. You were no one and nothing in their world and because of that, you were not allowed to be recognized as her partner.

“You know why. Do you think I’m happy with this? I want to be able to go out with my boyfriend on cute dates and be able to kiss him without feeling shame.”

“So you are shamed of him?” Takeyama covered her face as she thought to herself.

She wasn’t ashamed of you, not at all….at least that was what she told herself to cope with the circumstances. She was raised in a society that valued quirks and the type of quirk you possessed. She was practically destined to be a hero the moment her quirk manifested and spent her time being praised for doing the bare minimum. When she got with you, she was looking for an adventure, something new and foreign to her. She loved the simplicity of your life yet how difficult it was for you. The way you navigated life without a quirk made her completely enamored with you which sold her in the idea of committing herself fully to you. You were the “it” she had been looking for and once she got you in her bedroom after a night of clubbing, she knew that no one other than you would be able to satisfy her.

Takeyama still remembered what her first time with you was like. You were gentle with her even as you noticed all of the scars and cuts that littered her body. You kissed her softly, your hands wandered over her body as your mouth made its way towards her breasts. You sucked on her nipples and played with them as she gasped. You relished her broken moans and made it your duty to take care of her in every way. Your fingers slowly plunged inside her and thrust at an even pace. She remembered arching her back and squirting all over your hand and face. She had never had someone touch her so softly and treat her like a princess. So when you finally had your sex inside her, when you finally had her pussy lips spread and wrapped around you, she couldn’t help but scream for you. You felt right, so, so right inside her. You made her realize that ambition of fame and adoration from nameless fans meant nothing if you weren’t by her side.

“I’m used to being around people who are like me. We don’t live in a place or time where having a quirkless partner is acceptable by most.” She wanted you with everything she had

“I love him. I want all of him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.” Nishiya watched as the blond cried to herself. He would offer comfort but he also knew that by doing so he would be enabling her behavior and minimizing the seriousness of the situation. You both needed to talk and that was up to her to do.

Days went by and there was still nothing from you. She reached out, she even visited your apartment but you didn’t answer her. She spent most of her time going from work and then heading back home to cry over your absence. She couldn’t drink no matter how much she wanted to drown her feelings in alcohol and it sucked because the more she looked at the pictures she had hanging on her walls of the two of you, the more of an asshole she felt.

Takeyama was daydreaming of the date you were supposed to be on but was quickly snapped out of it once a package was shoved in front of her by Nishiya.

“What’s this?” She grabbed the small package and turned it around to see it was addressed to her.

“I have no idea but it’s for you.” Nishiya sighed before leaving the shared apartment.

Tired and battered after a long patrol, Takeyama took off her hero costume before heading to the bathroom to bathe, the package still in her hand. She made sure that the water was scolding hot before making herself comfortable in the bath. She relaxed and basked in the warm water and closed her eyes. She thought of what you would do if you were there to see her. Would you join her or would you sit beside the tub and massage shampoo into her hair? She opened her eyes and reached out for that package that she had placed on top of the toilet cover. She ripped the thing open, not caring that water splashed out onto the tiled floor.

“What?” It was a display hologram that contained a video. Confused, she opened the hologram and pressed play.

The scene on the holographic screen was of you cuddling with Mirko. You had your head leaned against her own and your legs were tangled together. It looked normal apart from your hand that had wandered into Mirko’s underwear. She was in a sheer white top with panties and your hand was clearly playing with her clit. Mirko gasped as you quickened your pace and leaned into you in search of a kiss. You reciprocated and kissed her passionately. Takeyama watched as you slipped your fingers inside Mirko’s cunt with tears in her eyes.

Mirko screamed your name, her body responds to your every touch.

“Y/n, please. Make me yours. Please!” The dark-skinned woman moaned. You didn’t answer her but you instead shoved your tongue into her mouth before getting on top of her. Your back faces the camera but by the way, you brought your hand up to your mouth, Takeyama assumed you cleaned up your fingers with your mouth.

You pulled yourself out of your pants and moved Mirkos panties to the side before slapping her sex. The white-haired woman let out a yelp before lifting her legs up and flushed against her before reaching down and spreading her pussy lips for you.

“Fuck me, Y/n. Breed me, baby.” You grabbed her by the throat and shoved your dick inside of her slicked cunt.

You snapped your hips hard, the sound of your balls hitting her ass resonated throughout the entire room and was difficult to ignore. You growled as Mirko moaned like a bitch in heat and begged for your babies. Takeyama watched as you slapped the rabbit hero’s tits and cunt before sucking on her nipples with vigor. Slick drooled out of here while cum coated your cock as you continue your relentless pound into her now puffy pussy.

“Yeah? You want this dick to breed you, slut? You want daddy to fuck this cunt full?” You slapped her across the face and let out a growl when she only managed to choke out half of your name.

“Answer, slut.” You spat.

“Y-yes! Plea-se!!!!” Mirko arched as you continued to pound into her.

You changed your positioning so that your thrust would go deeper and began to unexpectedly snap your hips to get her to yell. Mirko grabbed onto you, her legs now pressed flush against her by your hands, as she obeyed all of your orders. You told her not to cum until you thoroughly bred her pussy full and she happily obliged because she wanted to feel your warm seed inside her. She thought about having your babies before, cute little hybrids that were a mix of you and her that she would show off to the world. Cute babies that you could both build a nest with and raise together. Children who she could show off to Takeyama since the blond never publicly acknowledged you.

Mirko begged for permission. You told her to hold it because you were close. She nodded and clenched so that her walls hugged your length and she quickly felt the urge to squirt. The knot that formed in her stomach began to loosen but with a quick spank to her leg, she tensed up and caused you to cum. You snapped your hips before completely burying yourself inside her wet and puffy cunt. You rubbed her clit and slapped it which got her over the edge too. She squirted all over your pelvis and came on your cock before collapsing and shaking under you. You laid on top of her and turned the both of you over so that she laid on top. This position allowed Takeyama to see that you had bred Mirko, your cum oozed out of the muscular woman’s sex. Mirko’s legs twitched and her tail wagged as you gently rubbed her ass and spread her. You groaned out loud before chuckling. Mirko turned her head around and weakly spoke to the camera with a dick-drunk grin.

“He’s mine now, stupid bitch.” You spanked Mirko’s ass and told her to cut it out before bringing her down for a kiss which she happily reciprocated.

Takeyama dropped the hologram onto the tiled floor and made herself comfortable inside her tub. She was crying in pure humiliation and horror at what she watched but she also hated the burning feeling she felt below her waist. She had played with herself while she watched you fuck another woman and impregnate her. She continued to clean herself before solemnly making her way to her bedroom. She would spend the rest of the night crying over you and how much of an amazing father you will be to Mirko’s children.

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aizawife · 1 month

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Caught in Your Web

Requested: Getting together with Mirko.

Summary: Everyone knew Redback, barely anyone saw Kenji — except for Mirko, who saw the spider, its web, and its prey.

Word Count: 4622

Prompt Notes: Mirko x Spider-Man OC! Specific to the OC, written with a male reader in mind.

Author Notes: Good Lord, it has been a while! Sorry for taking so long with new content — I’ve had a lot on my plate the past few years with graduating uni (yay!) and moving on to med school. Even through it all, I never forgot about my love for both anime and writing, so here we are! Now, about this request…y’all. Huge shoutout to this requester !! This was not supposed to end up as long as it is (seriously, if you think you know how long this is, you really don't), but after talking to them about their OC and learning the backstory, I fell in love with them and ended up pouring so much into this. This is like a chapter worth of content, but I’m happy and so grateful I got to help deepen this character. I hope you all enjoy it (and share your OCs so I can write for them >.<); I'll be uploading some other stuff I wrote from before I went MIA soon, so look out for it! Welcome back <3

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“Wow, fourth one this week, huh?”

“Nah, that’s his sixth; keep up, man!”

It was a typical Thursday — well, as typical as it could be for anyone living in the Age of Heroes. As per usual, most people’s workday lunch break had now become a free all-inclusive ticket to a Spartan brawl between some Hero and any of the handful of villains propagated by the emergence of quirks. Today, the competitors in the ring happened to be two people of contrasting appearance: one small and fast, barely visible with both traits combined, while the other was almost comically large and consequently looking to be moving in slow motion with every movement.

Due to the fact that heroes and villains were always engaged in combat, it was ingrained in daily life, so most people just kept going about their usual routines. Regardless, any disturbance was disturbance, and onlookers gathered, a mixture of ordinary people and reporters vying to be the first with the exclusive story.

The crowd watched as the swift Hero struck the hefty villain with pinpoint strikes as he dashed around at breakneck speed. Excited comments and whispers spread throughout the group of people as they watched the two fight, all curious to see who would win the epic battle between David and Goliath. But although the majority of competitors would have had serious expressions on their faces as they plotted their attacks and tried to read their opponents, the figure who was darting around appeared to be grinning broadly. With his smile, and the numerous taunts that erupted from his mouth, the sizable crowd observing became certain that it was the Vigilante Hero known as Redback.

“He’s really fighting to keep his No. 7 spot on the Hero list, isn’t he? Six villains in one week, that’s crazy.”

At the end of the block, the onlookers stared fixedly at the big brown behemoth as it feverishly swiped at itself. Redback moved so quickly around it that it seemed as though he was floating in the air, and with every dart around the enormous figure, his webbed cape flew around him. He sported a deep blue-tinted custom made suit that alternated between crimson and black. His calling card was a giant red spider insignia on his chest, which both villains and civilians recognized as a sign that justice was about to be served.

"Hasn't your mother ever told you to wipe your feet at the door? Look!" Redback delivered a straight punch to Dirt's face, tripping him backwards over his own two feet. With the Hero’s brutal strike, masses of dirt flew off of his body. "You're tracking dirt all over the place!"

The audience watched as the brown giant staggered through the street, still trying to recover from the last hit. Now that it was closer, it was more visibly the plain outline of a man covered in crumbling earthy dirt. It grumbled as its big feet slapped the ground, launching specs of dirt into the air with each stride.

Despite finding enjoyment in his battle just seconds before, panic swept across the audience as he looked to be approaching them. One of the commentators grew nervous and turned to his friend. "Dude…"

His friend instantly smacked his shoulder and raised a finger to his lips. "Shh! Don't make a sound!"

Thus, the two guys, as well as the rest of the crowd, stood there, one man quivering with fear and the other paralyzed with shock, watching as a gigantic brown foot kept stomping down the street. As the dirt monster came closer down the block, their bodies trembled from the sheer weight of his feet colliding with the earth, causing thundering steps to bounce around and ricochet off their bones. All they could do was watch as their fate approached, knowing that civilians were in no position to take on such villains, whether they had Quirks or not.

Suddenly, they heard something whizzing over them. Their eyes tried to track the shadowy figure that moved above them, but it was futile; his four limbs possessed the strength, dexterity, and speed of eight. But as they looked back down the street, they noticed a shimmering pattern. There were dozens of thin, tiny, glittering strings in front of them, and where they met, they resembled raindrops frozen in place, twinkling as though someone had taken each droplet and glued it so that the sun could dance across them.

Upon completing his web-making and landing out of sight, Redback watched as the dirt creature charged up the street and stumbled right into the crystalline net in front of him, almost breaking through the wall of webbing. However, as expected, the strong webs simply absorbed Dirt's pressing force and pushed it back into him, causing him to become entangled and collapse, all nearby objects within a twenty-foot zone shaking as he crashed to the ground.

“Arghh!” He cried out, grumbling following suit as he struggled to get up. But before he could get off his knee, Redback descended from above and landed on his back.

In a swift motion, Redback lifted Dirt’s right arm in the air. He whiffed the air before saying, “You need a shower, dude — bad.” Then, he pushed the arm towards the left side of his torso while throwing his own body weight in the same direction. From a mix between the motion and Redback’s sheer strength alone, Dirt flipped over entirely, causing his chest to be exposed. Redback pinned him to the ground effortlessly, his knee pressing into Dirt's chest as he still struggled to break free from the webs. "Looks like I've got you right where I want you," Redback taunted with a smirk.

He swung his head down towards Dirt's chest in an instant, releasing his chelicerae from his jaw. His fangs emerged from the basal section and swung out at their prey. He was aware that the feeling of them piercing his victim's skin would be no more agonizing than that of two tiny needles; but these tiny needles weren't entirely harmless, as they could easily pierce the skin before pumping neurotoxin out of their poison ducts.

As soon as they did, Dirt released a deep groan before attempting to pull Redback off of him, but his attempt was simply that - an attempt. His arm reached up, but soon went limp and fell back down with a thud. Dirt winced as the venom seeped further into his bloodstream, causing his muscles to weaken and his vision to blur before fading to black.

Redback leaned in close, muttering, "You should've known better than to challenge me."

He leaned back with a triumphant grin, watching as Dirt's body went still. Once he got confirmation that paralysis was taking over his body, he retracted his fangs and quickly pulled his mask back down over his mouth. He jumped down, landing right in front of the large group of spectators, with the majority of them sprinting forward, a combination of congrats and whispers of awe taking over them.

“Redback, you’re so cool!”

“What a hero.”

“Hey, Redback!” He glanced down at the youngster holding out a blue cap and permanent marker. The scar under his cheek and bruised knuckles stuck out to him. “Can you sign my hat?” Before he knew it, his observations had compelled him to fulfill the request.

“Sure, kid. Don’t lose it.” He grabbed the marker, scribbling his signature with a steady hand. Once he placed the hat back on the kid’s head, a recorder was thrust in his face.

“Redback, can you answer some questions for us?” The reporter's voice cut through the excited chatter of the crowd, drawing all attention to him.

Redback took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the questions that were about to come his way. ‘Interviewers…typical.’ It wasn't that he disliked them, they just all seemed to enjoy picking out bits and pieces from each response and spinning them into a mainly fictitious tale for profit, fame, and undeserved glory.

“We know about your dedication to restoring society’s order for not only civilians, but also Heroes and our judicial system. How do you plan on going about that? Was this villain a part of your efforts? How does he play into your mission?”

Just as he was about to answer, a loud pinging sound rang out. He traced the sounds down to his watch, where he noticed the alert:

[15:00 — XXX BUILDING]

He smiled as he was reminded of the meeting he scheduled – it was perfect timing. With a wave of his hand, he announced, “Sorry, folks, gotta run! Stay safe!”

“Wait!” He turned around to see another interviewer. “What about, um…him?”

He followed the gaze of the crowd to Dirt's limp body, then shrugged. Although he wasn't always confident that the police would carry out their duties to the best of their abilities—which was why he decided to administer justice himself—he was certain that their interests would coincide when it came to a minor threat such as Dirt.

“The authorities are on their way.” At their concerned faces, he added over his shoulder, “Besides, he’s not going anywhere. Paralysis lasts for the next couple hours!”

With that, he took off, a few strands of webbing ejecting from his hand and latching to the edge of a small building. He leaped up, the webbing propelling him upward and into the air, where he began gliding and swinging with his webs as if they were white vines in a jungle of skyscrapers. The city beneath him appeared to diminish as he soared higher, the wind roaring past his ears.

His thoughts wandered as he swung between rooftops, hardly staying on one long enough before moving on to the next.

‘Redback…what a stupid name.’

When the name Redback was assigned to him, he didn’t reject it, as he didn’t expect to hear other people calling him it all the time. But, then again, he truthfully hadn’t expected to become the hero he was now known as. In fact, before he became known as the vigilante hero he was, he used to be the one causing the trouble. Petty crimes, but still, he used to wreak havoc more than he prevented it.

He sat off the side of a building, his web supporting him as he ceased swinging. He was gazing at the sun sinking beyond the horizon, his webbed cape billowing in the breeze.

‘Kenji O’Hara.’

That was the name he was given at birth. Beyond that name held nothing.

And then there was Redback.

Redback was the name he earned. The brutal man with nothing to lose and nothing holding him back. The man whose origins could be traced to the Underground Masquerade, an illicit fighting ring in a covert car park. The man whose Spider Quirk bestowed upon him such freakishly powerful abilities that most saw an opportunity for exploitation rather than allyship. The man who, in a foolish adolescent moment, branded a large symbol of a spider on his back—a mistake that, when exposed in the middle of a fight, gave rise to the grimly gallant fighter. This man's reputation preceded him wherever he went, striking fear into the hearts of his opponents.

Everyone knew Redback, barely anyone saw Kenji.

He took a few steps upon landing on the XXX Building before resting on the railing. From this vantage point, you could see the beauty of the city and catch a glimpse of the peace that comes from the hustle and bustle of city life. The idea that such tranquility could be found in the midst of such mayhem gave him comfort. Cars slickly skimming the streets, little specks strolling to the train station. There were no people, no heroes, and no villains from up here. It was simply a city, and everybody was one.

“O’Hara.”

Turning around, he saw her hallmark tall bunny ears. Their massive presence overshadowed her, bestowing upon her an air of innocence mixed with authority. Her grin sent the same message—it was kind yet commanding. As if he had never noticed it before, her skin caught his attention next. It was a delicate bronze that, in the sunset, seemed to have the hue of a highly prized and lovingly preserved gold coin. And, of course, this wasn’t his first time seeing her Hero costume, but the white sleeveless leotard that showed off her hauntingly impressive muscles never failed to entice him.

After a few seconds of observation and appreciation, he decided to return the favor of her casual greeting. “Usagiyama.”

“Don’t web your shorts looking,” Mirko joked as she sauntered over to him, her knee-length white hair swaying with each step. “But I am impressed – you’re on time.” She slid in the space next to him, her back against the railing as she faced the opposite direction. Her triceps flexed as she rested her elbows on it. “I thought you’d be late, especially after seeing your work.” At his raised brow, she added, “Dirt monster.”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Ohhh, dirt boy. Yeah,” he grinned, “I handled that. And don't worry; I'll always be on time for you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Good to know," she replied, stretching her legs out in front of her as she grew more comfortable. "Just don't let that dirt guy slow you down next time."

Kenji was acquainted with Mirko from prior Hero events. Being the fifth-ranked Hero, she was there for both award ceremonies and simple accolades; being No. 7 himself, he was also there, his unwavering attention fixed on the most attractive and self-assured lady in the room, perhaps one characteristic enhancing the other.

"Slow me down, eh? You think I can be slowed down?" As he carried on, she lightly exhaled and rolled her eyes. She knew what he was going to say next. "Or is that the fear of losing your rank to me talking?"

She snorted at his competitive spirit, unfazed by his attempt to intimidate and stir her up. "You've been saying you'll take my spot for weeks now; aren't you tired of your wishes not coming true?" At the wave of his hand, she leaned in close to him with a playful glint in her eye. "Actions speak louder than words, darling," she challenged.

"Which makes me curious as to why you have that No. 5 spot to begin with."

As they both hummed off their playful retorts, the conversation died down. Suddenly, it felt as if a chilly wind passed through, and Kenji awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Despite sharing the same characteristics of a rabbit, a prey animal, Mirko seemed to have the abilities of a predator — she could sense fear. It worried him, asking about it, but if he didn’t, she would sense that there was something he was afraid to ask, and she would find out and press him about it anyway.

He took a long breath, bracing himself for the question that had been plaguing him; already, at the change in behavior, she raised her brow. "Did you, uh…did you get the flowers?"

Besides the wind whistling and the little noises from urban life, there was not a sound to be heard between the two. Mirko's piercing stare seemed to see right through Kenji, making him even more anxious as the question hung in the air, awaiting her response.

He wasn’t quite sure what he was so nervous about – they had been on a couple of dates already. Kenji, who had lived his entire life fearlessly, had no trouble approaching Mirko at the aforementioned events, chatting her up and praising her on her successes before going in for the kill with a simple date proposal. In all honesty, he didn't expect her to arrive, but when she did, they hit it off just as well as before, and the rest was history. The first date had been cut short by a tiny gang of petty terrorists, but there seemed to be nothing better for Kenji and Mirko to connect over than kicking ass. Following that, dates continued amongst the usual turmoil that came with hero life, and they grew a foundationally sound friendship.

A Hero of Kenji's caliber was not familiar with the feeling of anxiety; however, he felt as though his heart would burst. That was, until she gave him a kind smile. She seemed to enjoy seeing him stress, even if just for a few minutes. "I did."

"Bold move sending a rabbit some flowers"—she turned to face him, a wider grin on her lips—"but that is what I like about you."

Kenji chuckled, relieved that she appreciated his gesture. “So, are you anywhere close to being ready yet?” He didn’t mean to rush her, but he knew she would correct him if she felt a boundary was being pushed. As ironic as it was, the only thing keeping them from taking the next step was the very thing that had brought them together in the first place.

"C'mon, O'Hara," she murmured, transferring her weight from one pawed foot to the next while looking straight ahead. "You know my rule."

“Right, the rule.”

She chuckled at his grimace, but it quickly got silent again as both Heroes fell into deep thought.

When Kenji first proposed that they become an official couple, Mirko froze. It was actually the only time he had ever seen her confidence waiver, and it was the first time she explained the rule.

‘No attachments, no hardcore relationships. Not while I’m a Hero.’

It was a good rule, except for the fact that anyone who knew Mirko knew that she would be a Hero until her body was physically incapable of fighting, and everyone knew that would be when she was dead.

When she first told Kenji about it, he didn't take it too hard. They had only gone out a few times in the past five months, so being the confident man he was, he didn't see much harm in continuing a casual relationship. When he was ready to get serious, he would eventually find someone who shared her beauty, personality, and sense of humor, at which point he would just move on.

That was what he told himself at first, until he ventured out into the dating scene and returned to the one butterfly among flies forever caught in his web.

The pill he had to swallow at that point was not particularly difficult, but it was one he hadn't previously acknowledged as existing. Nobody shared Mirko's drive. Nobody possessed her energy, her spirit, and most importantly, her passion. She was the only Hero in the world who matched, if not exceeded the gratification he received from reading his opponent, delivering blow after blow, and emerging victorious.

And, of course, the thing that attracted him most and kept him trapped in her web – no one matched her confidence.

The one recurring thread in most of Kenji’s failed dates was the one perception he had tried to get away from. The explanation given by almost every girl that walked away was that he was just too intimidating. Sometimes it was his appearance; to be fair, being a tall, well-built guy with a deathly aura designed to scare off any assailant didn’t come in handy all the time. Sometimes it was his jokes – most people were offended by them, while others simply couldn't match his sense of humor. But some had offered to divulge further, claiming that they sensed a wall up that they knew he would not allow them over. Whether it was his physical state or his mental one, among all complaints, he always seemed to be too much.

But for a girl who found the word ‘challenge’ simply did not exist in her vocabulary, as she had never encountered one, Kenji O’Hara’s walls were akin to stepping stones that forged a path to a person with deeper experiences and emotions than most normally have. Whether they saw it as beneficial or detrimental, both had grown up fighting and sparking up trouble, and Mirko, given her status, found it difficult to connect with anybody who understood her past and present behaviors. But when she told Kenji of her experiences, he did the one thing most failed to do – he listened. There was no excessive questioning or feedback, and although Mirko generally preferred people speaking their mind with confidence, she respected his undivided attention as his version of a bold statement. Despite his experience matching hers to a tee, having both come from the Underground Masquerade, the fact that the ‘intimidating’ Redback had the capacity for empathy and support was what stuck with her the most.

“I understand, take all the time you need.”

Unfortunately, that was where her problems started.

Behind the aura he had built up to protect himself, Kenji was a caring jokester with a confidence that seemed to inspire even the most insecure people. Even though it was naive to believe, he appeared to be without flaw. So, if she indulged and pursued a long-term relationship with him, she would do all in her power to assure that it was secure, all because of the man underneath that mask. This was the precise reason she was hesitant to start a relationship with him.

Throughout her life, Mirko always had to choose one or the other. Similarly, when she chose to be a Hero, she gave up all else. The battle and its outcome always came first; even if it meant her body, she would sacrifice it for the fight. Yes, that was the duty that came along with the title, but she had always been that way, even as a combative delinquent. So, upon her ultimate transformation into a Hero, she knew she had to establish a self-rule, something that would make sure she remembered the choice she had made for the rest of her life.

‘No attachments, no hardcore relationships. Not while I’m a Hero.’

If there ever happened to be anyone who managed to slink between the trees and brush and make their way to the clearing that was her heart, she knew she would eventually be forced into another choice. So with that rule in place, becoming a Hero was the last life-altering choice she would make.

“But didn’t you say you’d live every day like it was your last?”

At O'Hara's question, her eyes widened. This wasn’t Kenji’s first time challenging her, but for some reason, this time threw her off. She slowly nodded, “I-I did. I do, but-”

His hand caught hers, fingers weaving with such delicacy that she almost didn’t believe that Redback and Kenji were the same man. The sincerity in his eyes spoke more to her than his words as he asked, “Then why stop now? Live everyday with me like it’s your last too.”

Thinking of such a possibility made her breath catch in her throat. Breaking her own rule and possibly jeopardizing her Hero career by pursuing something as selfish as a relationship sounded like a no-brainer to her. However, in regards to someone as special as Kenji...

She quickly caught herself, shaking off that small fear of diving in, and shook her hand free from his, taking a few steps back. “Woah, don’t tell me you’re getting all soft on me now, O’Hara.”

Mirko sighed, his only answer to her jest being a stare. He was serious, and when Kenji was serious, he meant it. With her back to him, she crossed her arms and closed her eyes in thought. "I've already made my final choice. You know that I'm done picking between 'this' and 'that'; I can't have it be 'this', 'that', or you."

With this, she was confident that he would back down and accept her decision. She knew Kenji would be disappointed; hell, it disappointed her too, but she knew in any out-firming contest, she would be firm enough to keep him at bay.

But Kenji was fast approaching, dancing through her trees, heading straight for her clearing.

"Make it 'this' and me, or 'that' and me, because that's all it'll ever be." And all of a sudden, Mirko discovered that he had overcome each obstacle designed to prevent him from breaking through her own barriers and reaching her heart, and was now standing in the center of her clearing. "I'm not going anywhere."

When she opened her eyes, he was standing in front of her. His face was so unbelievably close to hers, his masked nose resting against her own. "I don't care if it takes you eight days, eight years, or eight lifetimes. I will always be here." His unwavering commitment to her rendered her dumbfounded, and before she knew it, she had reached by his side, grabbing his hand with fingers as soft as rabbit paws.

“I just don’t want to mess things up,” she whispered.

Kenji put his other arm around her waist protectively, softly pressing her against him in a moment of vulnerability he was certain he would never see from her again. Even though she wasn't in a physical altercation, being brazen or aggressive, he still cherished the transparency that came along with her confidence. It was just this—her shameless acceptance to vulnerability and her newfound openness to failure—that drew him in even more.

He moved his covered lips against her ear to whisper, “You’ll never lose your No. 5 spot.”

With those words, he promised, in his own unique way, that he would never be one of her options, and they stood there in silence as they both indulged in the newly discovered sense of belonging.

“Y’know, except for when I surpass you.”

He was met with a hard push to his chest, sending him back a few steps. “What? Being No. 7 is getting boring,” he laughed.

Through her own smile, Mirko replied, “You’ll have to catch up to me first, O’Hara.”

They embraced again, Kenji clutching his new partner in justice. Gentle fingers grazed the ends of his mask as she reached up to raise it and reveal his lips. They locked eyes and drank in the intensity of the moment before leaning in, their lips—

Both of their heads whipped to the side as the sound of a loud explosion erupted, grey smoke emitting from an intersection a few blocks away.

“Ah, duty calls.” Glancing back down at her, Kenji's smile appeared to be permanently stuck as he realized he had finally caught the girl he had been chasing for months. “So, ‘this’ with me or ‘that’ with me?”

She looked to the side one more time before returning her gaze to Kenji. She loved being in his arms, and wouldn’t have minded letting another Hero take care of things, but Mirko had met her equal in experience and in valor, and she knew there was no one else she would want to fight beside.

"‘That’ with you.”

"Alright, you're on!" Kenji raced away from her, leaping off the roof. The following second, she noticed him land on a nearby rooftop before flipping in the air to the next.

Mirko did not hesitate to take up the challenge. She immediately hopped over, already utilizing her Rabbit Quirk to narrow the gap and pass him. "See you there, loser!"

Although Kenji knew she’d push herself to leave him in the dust and get there first, he didn’t quite care to do the same. In fact, for once, this was a battle he didn’t mind losing. He looked over to her again, his eyes tracing her every movement as she raced between buildings and streets.

For some reason, he felt as if he already won.

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kupwrites · 1 year

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Reminders

Brando x Artist!Boyfriend!Reader

TW: Bit of drinking, little hint at smut (nothing graphic tho), that’s all i think

Everything seemed to remind Brando of him.

A pencil and paper reminded Brando of when he first met him in the center of town, sketching the shops and tourists walking the streets.

He was beautiful, the sun made his skin glow and the wind made his hair look elegant without trying.

(“I’m Brando,” Brando introduced himself, he could at least make the best of being in Spain for the summer, right?

“Nice to met you, Brando.” His smile was wide and dazzling.

Brando’s heart stuttered in chest at the sight.)

——

The night time sky reminded Brando of the time they were hanging out after dark on the sea wall by the beach.

The two boys were talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

He gentle knocked their knees together. It made Brando turn his head and realize the little space between them.

(“You’re eyes are entrancing,” He said, out of the blue but completely sincere.

Brando hoped the darkness covered his blush as he look away, “Shut up.”

“They are,” He was smiling lightly.

Brando thought he might die from heart palpitations.)

——

His burnt orange hoodie, which he started wearing a lot, reminded Brando of him.

Brando was wearing it when they spent their first night together.

Brando told his parents he was going out and they simply told him to be careful.

He was thankful for that, not wanting to lie about where he was going and possible get caught.

His parents were out that night and Brando didn’t think much of that.

He kissed Brando in the kitchen, Brando thought often of that.

(Brando sat on the counter top, barely had a sip of his beer, when he spurred the question.

“Can I kiss you?”

Brando froze for a moment, the bluntness caught him off guard.

Brando nodded slowly as a yes.

He, who stood across from Brando, took a few steps forward and gently cupped Brando’s face.

He pressed their foreheads together for a moment before pressing their lips together.

Brando kissed back immediately, he set his drink down and placed his hands on his chest. Holding onto his sweater.

When the kissed ended Brando chased the taste of his lips, “Please don’t stop.”

The words left his mouth before he could stop himself.

He stared at Brando for a moment and smiled, “If you’re sure.”

Brando nodded, “Incredibly.”

They started kissing again and Brando wrapped his arms around his neck. He moved his hands to Brando’s hips.

He would later leave beautiful bruises on Brando’s hips from both his mouth and hands.

Brando wished those bruises never faded.)

——

The sweater he had given to Brando on their last day together was the biggest reminder of all.

The two boys laid together, only in boxers, on his bed. Limbs were tangled, soft kisses were shared, and sweet words were said.

Brando had seen the sweater thrown over the back of his desk chair.

It was the sweater he wearing when they first met.

(“Can I bring that with me?” Brando asked.

“What?”

“The sweater.” Brando blushed slightly as he realized what he was asking.

He smiled, almost sadly, “Of course you can.”

Brando looked back at him, “Really?”

He kissed Brando’s forehead, “Obviously, that way I’ll never be far.”

Brando almost wanted to cry at the words but instead he snuggled closer.

“Then you’ll always have to keep your sketch book on you,” Brando told him. “That way I’ll never be far either.”

His sketch book was filled with drawings of Brando, Brando had seen many of them.

He gently squeezed Brando, “I’ll never leave home without.”)

——

Brando smiled to himself as he slipped the sweater over his head.

He couldn’t wait to go back to Spain.

#baby netflix #brando #brando x reader #male reader #fluff #tiniest bit of smut #baby #mirko trovato #gay #kissing

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐨

“𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘕𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳“

Inspo: Johnny Orlando - someone will love you better Jon Bellion - Stupid Deep

Pairing: Rumi Usagiyama x Villain!Male!reader

Summary: The greatest romance to ever florish. Yet, there is a clear divide that you couldn’t put your girlfriend through anymore. Not when she deserved a hero.

Warning: Angsty and fluffy as hell at the end.

Words 1477

Her warmth was what got you to sleep at night. It’s what kept your sanity alive in a life you had created yourself. A world of chaos, unpredictability, and risk. It wasn’t the ideal life you strove to have, but it was the one you had and had to deal with. But despite it being a shit show, Rumi made it worth it.

It was foreign and forbidden for a villain and hero to be together. It went against the two ideologies expected of both groups. You were supposed to be a murderer and someone who brings chaos in his wake. Rumi was Mirko, the top 6 hero in the world. She was supposed to put people like you away to never see the light of day. And if the occasion called upon it, she would have to kill you.

But here she was, laying on your chest. Unbothered by the fact that you, one the most infamous villains and sought after, could kill her. Although that could be the case, you and Rumi know that you are in a way happy with where you are in your life. A killer, a villain to a society that had chewed you up and spit you out years ago. It hadn’t been your decision to be the way you were, but it was something you had accepted the day you realized that the world didn’t like people like you. Except Rumi changed that and allowed you to let down your guard and live vicariously.

Because if you were being honest, this hadn’t been your first solution to feeling normal. If anything, the booze and drugs did enough to sedate the longing you felt for being accepted. Rumi just turned out to be one of the only people you had let in your life and allowed to love you for who you were.

It didn’t make sense why she loved you the way she did. She was a hero and you were a villain. Polar opposites in a world where heroes were the definition of saints whilst villains were demons. Why she went against that was still up in the air, but you were grateful. You loved her for going against what she was taught and overall the world.

Except, there was this ringing in your head. It was constant, like an alarm system going off, alerting you to be on high alert. And you think it was the guilt you felt for letting her in the way you did. Letting her sleep in your bed, allowing her to kiss you, and tell you she loved you no matter what. It just felt wrong because Rumi deserved someone better than you. She deserved someone with the same ideals as you and it wasn’t fair to have a relationship with someone who her friends were hunting.

So, tonight, you had decided to make the tough decision you had been dreading. Carefully, you removed your girlfriend's arm from around your waist. Moving slowly as you laid her head down onto the many pillows. She stayed asleep, making you smile softly. No matter the time, she always seemed to take your breath away.

Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to her cheek. Her ears twitched, humming as she shifted slightly. “Love you, sweets.”

You pulled away, allowing her to sleep soundly as you grabbed a shirt and slipped it on with your pea coat soon following. Already having your bag ready, you walk to the linen closet by the front door and pulled it out from behind all the cloths and towels. Making sure everything was inside, you slipped your shoes on but stopped short. Glancing behind you to still see the sleeping figure of Rumi. Unaware of your leaving of Tokyo.

This decision hadn’t been easy to make. You’d wanted to stay, truly, but it wouldn’t do either of you good if you did. Your disappearance could only improve her life as she wouldn’t have to keep your guys’ relationship secret. She wouldn’t have to hold that burden any longer with you gone. And you wouldn’t risk your heart being broken the moment she eventually gives up on you. Because it would occur sooner or later, you were just saving yourself the inevitability of it.

So, with a heavy heart and fabricated excuse, you turned away and left your apartment. Keys in hand as you allowed your quirk to activate, fabricating an umbrella of a tattoo into a physical item. Gripping the black handle, you walked down the steps of your apartment building and out onto the rainy streets of the night where no cars could be seen or heard. Nothing but the rain and your own dark thoughts of retribution and hope.

And the walk to the train station was long and unforgiving. You silently patted yourself on the back for even thinking of getting your coat on. But when you did arrive, your umbrella dissipated into ink where it sunk into the tips of your fingers and formed the item on your forearm, already in a sea of tattoos.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your cigarettes as you tossed your duffle bag down. Retrieving your lighter, you sparked the flint and ignited the end of the cancer stick. Inhaling deeply before pulling it from your lips, looking down at your feet before exhaling heavily. Finding very little piece in the bliss that the tobacco gives you.

“Y/n!”

Her voice had your eyes widening with your head snapping in her direction. You knew that voice all too well and you didn’t have to question who it was. Rumi stood a good 15 feet away, tears falling from her eyes. Her jacket was tight around her frame and the fuzzy grey pyjama pants she still wore were soaked. Hair sticking to her forehead as she panted, clearly out of breath from the sprint she had performed to get here.

You had hoped she wouldn’t wake before you were long gone. If life had ever decided to show you some form of mercy, it wasn’t now. Because you now had to face the girl of your dreams and tell her that you weren’t fit to be hers.

“Rumi, you shouldn’t be here,” you said, turning and taking a few steps towards her. “Go home.”

“Are you leaving me?” She whimpered and you immediately lowered your head.

But it only took a moment for you to give her a tiny nod. “Yes, I am.”

Her face scrunched up, bottom lip trembling. “Why?” She whispered. “Did I do something wrong?”

Involuntarily, you shook your head instantly. “No, no, no,” you chanted. “None of this is your fault. I just… I can’t let you continue loving me when you deserve someone better. Someone who you don’t have to hide and be proud to be with.” You waved your hands. “With me, you get none of that.”

“Do you really think I give a shit about that?” She asked, catching you off guard. “Y/n, I’ve loved you for you. I don’t care about what others have to say. I only keep us a secret because I don’t want to put you in danger. If tomorrow I was to lose all my fame and not be considered a hero, I wouldn’t care as long as I have you!”

She hugged herself tighter, stepping back as you stared at her in shock. The loud horn of the train approaching the station was in the back of your mind. And when it arrived, speeding through with the wind current causing your pea coat to bellow behind you, you were holding Rumi tightly.

Rumi gasped, your warmth invading her shivering frame as you placed a kiss on her forehead. “But if they found out, they would kill you and I,” you whispered. “And I love you too much to be responsible for your death.”

And within a blink, you were gone. Rumi had to glance around in panic, needing your touch one last time. The train doors began to close and she walked towards it, finding you standing in one of the cabins. “No, no, no!” She raced over, about to hop in, but narrowly missing as the doors shut. “No - Goddamnit, open!” Her strength didn’t matter when the transport began to move.

You stood still, watching with teary eyes as she jogged, keeping pace with your cabin. Her voice was muffled as she cried your name, begging you to stay. Until you lost sight of her when you entered the tunnel, making the last memory of her the saddest you would ever experience.

Collapsing in one of the seats, you lulled your head back against the glass, cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of your lips. It was going to kill you to give her up, but someone would love her better. It's what she deserved.

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Unknown Known Threat

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1109

Requested: Anon

Request: If you're ever running low on requests I got you kinda my thinggggg. Anyways could I request a Miriko (and any other characters that you may want to add) x preferably male reader that got taken hostage for about two years by an underground organization and came back a completely different person than they once knew?

Rumi had long since given up on ever hearing from or about you. You had disappeared two years ago and they had lost the trail of the organization that had taken you hostage, they never made any demands or gave a ransom so it was clear that they had wanted you at the time and she had failed to get you back. She could never think of any reason that they had wanted you, you weren’t a hero, you did have a strong quirk but you never really used it to no one knew of it, you were often mistaken for quirkless.

After 2 years she finally did hear something though, it came from Hawks who informed her that he had managed to get a hold of someone that he thought she might want to see, he was being coy and refused to give a name over the phone, her curiosity got the better of her and she ended at Hawks’ agency so that they could go to Tartarus. When hey got there they already had whoever they had come to see in the room waiting for them “Bird brain your back! I assume you want to ask me more questions, you being reinforcements this time?” She couldn’t believe her ears, she hadn’t heard your voice in so long and when she looked up she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Oh sorry that was rude, Keigo right?” “How do you know that?” He asked through gritted teeth. “As soon as you connect to the network you know everything.” You winked. “His quirk allows him to use any electronic connection to control devices or collect information from them.” Rumi spoke up. “Are you really just going to out me like that?” You asked, eyes moving over to her and you didn’t even seem to falter, she would have said that you didn’t recognise her if it wasn’t for the smirk that sat firmly on your lips and the spark in your eyes. “What happened to you?” She asked as she walked closer, you leaned forward in your chair and shrugged. “Some call it reformation, I call it adapting.” You answered leaning back in your chair “oh full disclosure I have 5 escape plans 3 of them involve letting every person in this place out so don’t piss me off too much alright?” “You can’t get out, those cuffs-” “Are defective.” You shook your wrists and the cuff fell off “but I have like half an hour to kill so ask your questions.” “Who took you?” Hawks asked and you looked at him. “Doesn’t matter they aren’t alive anymore.” You answered resting your chin on your hand as you smiled, it was soft and it reminded Rumi of some of the more domestic memories she had with you. “You killed them?” Hawks asked. “Of course I did.” You rolled your eyes “it took a lot of planning to take out a group that big but I did it.” “Are you expecting praise?” Hawks asked. “Not from you.” You smirked as your eyes moved to Rumi “you remember you told me that strong people rely on no one but themselves? Guess I’m pretty strong now.” “That’s not what I meant, don’t you want to come home?” She asked. “Hun if I wanted to come home I wouldn’t have bothered climbing the criminal ladder.” You sighed as you looked at the glass behind them “times up.” you disappeared the only evidence that you had been there at all was the smoke and the scorch mark on the floor.

“You took your time.” Dabi glared at you as you climbed into the car on the other side of the bridge to Tartarus. “Well you guys were the ones that wanted the plans for the prison, it took longer than I thought considering I had to hide what I had taken.” You argued. “Mm. Did you enjoy seeing your girlfriend again?” Dabi asked as Spinner started the car. “Would you enjoy seeing dear old dad again?” You asked and his gaze hardened still. “Be careful I could still kill you, whether you're part of Redestro’s trusted group or not.” Dabi warned. “Yeah and if I was scared of death I would have stayed in prison.” You passed him the USB with the plans that you had stolen before disappearing again.

Rumi looked at the space that used to be occupied by you “I thought that seeing you would have helped him.” Hawks sighed as the door opened revealing the police officers that were watching the exchange. “He's too far gone now.” Rumi answered. “You don’t think that we can bring him back?” Hawks asked. “Why did he stay so long if he didn't want your help?” “I don’t know… He’s not the same man that went missing 2 years ago, I don’t know anything about him, what he does and the way he thinks is nothing like the person that I lost.” Rumi answered. “So what? You’re giving up?” Hawks asked. “This is the closest I’ve been to bringing him home in years of course I’m not giving up.” Rumi pumped her first as she looked at the scorch mark on the floor. “Well then I’ll leave him to you.” Hawks winked “I gotta go, man this is going to be a lot of paperwork.” “Good luck.” Rumi waved him off.

Hawks pulled out his phone the moment that he was high enough in the sky “you get out okay?” He asked. “I’m fine bird brain.” Your voice emitted from the speaker. “I’m back at the hideout.” “Good now stay there, she’s looking for you.” He informed you. “Now who’s fault is that?” You asked. “If I didn’t bring her, it would have looked suspicious.” Hawks argued, he heard you shuffle. “Yeah, yeah whatever but the next time you pull a stunt like that I’ll roast you and feed you to your biggest fans.” You threatened, hanging up the phone. “Pleasure.” Hawks muttered, stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

You leaned back in the chair, the light from the monitors showing you a few agency buildings “lay low.” You mumbled, shuffling through pages on your desk before smiling when you pulled out the file you wanted “I can still have some fun from here.”

*Part 2*

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amphibiahawks321 · 6 months

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Hawks : Say what does it feel like dating bunny hero?

M!Reader : ......Hawk she literally can strengthen her thighs I'm pretty sure you know the answer to that

Hawks : ......point taken

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justice-maul · 1 year

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how about a mha Mirko X Male Reader smut Reader is also quirkless and everyone thinks rumi is the dom but secretly Reader is in charge in the bedroom

Sure! I’ll write it as soon as possible!

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defectivevillain · 1 year

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stardom

pairings (can be read as platonic or romantic): Present Mic/reader, Mirko/Reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

check out the other parts of this idol au! [part 1 / part 2]

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

cw: migraines/headaches, dizziness

On some days, Yamada can be a handful. Of course, he’s extremely easy to work with and even easier to be around. Even so, his never-ending supply of energy can grate on your nerves sometimes. His voice is rather loud and on the days when you’re plagued with migraines or bad headaches, you begin to regret taking your position as his manager.

You wake up one morning before work feeling remarkably shitty. Typically, your headaches will build as the day goes on. Today, however, you have a headache the moment you wake up. It throws you off a little, and your morning routine is significantly more clumsy than usual. When you finally make it to the company building and pass through security, you’re exhausted. Times like these make you wish Yamada’s offices were on a lower floor. As the elevator rises, you put a hand on the railing and close your eyes. Unsurprisingly, colors swirl across your eyes and your ears ring. The elevator dings a moment later and you break out of your reverie, making your way to your office with significantly less speed.

For a little while, you’re fine with answering emails and phone calls. However, the fluorescent lighting of your laptop screen soon begins to sear into your vision and make your head ache even worse. Even so, you push through. You have to push through. You can't go home, can’t call sick. You need to prove that you’re competent. Thus, you push through your pounding headache, your trembling hands, and the uneasy feeling eating away at your chest.

You don’t realize how much of a mistake that is until it’s too late. You’re returning from dropping off some paperwork on one of the lower floors when you feel a sudden spurt of vertigo. You weakly grasp for the railing in the elevator, your stomach lurching as the elevator ascends higher. When it finally stops, you stumble out and manage to make it to the hallway. Unfortunately, your dizziness only seems to increase. You pinch the bridge of your nose, wincing as pain courses through your face, your teeth, and practically everywhere.

Just as you're about to give up and let your knees crumple from under you, there’s a hand on your forearm and another on your waist. Yamada is at your side, asking you questions in a warped voice. Well, you’re sure his voice is fine, but it sounds garbled in your ears. You weakly put an arm around his shoulders and he leads you down the hall.

“Here, sit down,” the idol says, guides you to his office and onto a couch in front of his desk. You follow along pliantly, namely because you’re too dizzy to argue. Even so, the moment you sit down and see him hovering over you, you quickly feel guilty.

“Yamada...” You break off, shaking your head slowly. The movement makes your vision blur, so you quickly stop and look at Yamada. To your surprise, the idol is staring at you with a concerned expression. There’s a pulsing feeling in your temple and the world around you is fluctuating from fuzzy grains to sharpened lines and back again. “I’ll be fine.” You must not look very good, because the idol doesn’t look the least bit convinced.

“Considering the amount of times you’ve taken care of me...” Yamada breaks off, an unreadable expression on his face. Well, you’re not quite sure you’d be able to pin down his expression, even without your blurry vision. He snaps his fingers and points to you. “I think it’s time for me to return the favor.” You can't help but huff out a weak laugh at that. Unfortunately, the motion certainly doesn’t help your headache. Yamada frowns and walks away, returning a few moments later with a glass of water and pills in his hand. You don't bother to argue, instead grabbing the water and downing the pills.

“Thanks,” you murmur, trying to push yourself up off the couch. Yamada quickly pushes you back down- which can’t be hard, what with your weakened strength- and places his hands on your shoulders.

“You should rest,” Yamada says. It's less of a suggestion and more of an order. You swallow hard and push yourself forward a little, allowing your head to fall back to the decorative pillow behind you. You want to argue, but shadows are creeping along the walls of the room and darkness is threatening to overtake your vision. Within a few moments, your eyes are closing and you’re falling asleep.

Usagiyama Rumi (Mirko)

You can't help but envy Mirko- Rumi, she tells you to call her- sometimes. The idol is incredibly determined and hardworking. She puts 110% into everything she does. Watching her perfect her craft- whether it be through practicing choreography, working on songs, or anything else- always makes your heart race. Rumi has cultivated a huge fanbase over the years, and you know that she deserves every single ounce of the attention she receives. However, not everyone shares that belief. You realize this during one of her interviews with a few talk show hosts.

Rumi is scheduled to appear on a popular late-night talk show in a few hours. Rumi, various staff members, and you have all made the trek downtown and to the television studio. It’s a rather time-consuming process, as you all are currently waiting in the studio several hours before the show is set to begin. Mirko is busy with the makeup and hair teams, while you and a few of your coworkers are ironing out any last-minute details. Rumi then has a practice rehearsal on the stage.

Finally, after what seems like far too long, it’s time for Rumi’s live appearance. You watch with baited breath as she’s called to the stage and shakes hands with the hosts. Things go swimmingly for the first few minutes, and you can’t help but feel that your nerves from earlier were for nothing.

Of course, that’s when it all goes to shit. The hosts proceed to ask rather insensitive questions. Mirko handles them with ease. Even so, you notice the minute twitch of her eyes or the subtle fidgeting of her fingers. The hosts seem to be entirely unaware of her discomfort, as they continue to lob wild accusations at her for no reason. Thankfully, the time for her performance approaches and she’s singing within a few minutes. After her performance, the hosts transition to the next guest and Rumi is done for the day.

You walk back to Rumi’s dressing room and wait for her makeup and hair teams to remove any of the uncomfortable pieces she’s wearing. Mirko often requests that they remove all her makeup, which is somehow controversial for an idol to do. You can’t help but think she looks just as stunning without any makeup, but you keep that to yourself. When Rumi is finished up, she nods at you and the two of you exit the room and walk through the studio. Your coworkers will meet you back at the building, since there are multiple cars waiting for you outside.

“That was insane,” you remark furiously, once the two of you are safely out of earshot from anyone. Rumi bites her lip and looks ahead, the only external sign of her troubles. Her distress quickly fades and she plasters a smile on her face.

“Hey, it's fine,” Rumi says, waving your concerns off. You raise an eyebrow at her and, for a few moments, the two of you walk in silence. You’re trying to filter your thoughts, but clearly you’re not doing a very good job, because you're soon blurting out exactly what you think.

“They can’t just dismiss you like that,” you continue, clenching your fists at your sides. “Like, seriously, what the hell?! You’ve worked so hard. How dare they?”

“Well-”

“And, hey, they didn’t say those types of things to any of the others!” You can’t stop the words coming out of your mouth anymore. The verbal filter in your mind has completely disintegrated. “They were super nice to the other idols. They didn’t say any of those things to Haru and, hell, he’s super lazy! He does practically nothing all day and I can vouch for that, since I worked for him for a little bit.” You sigh and cross your arms over your chest. You’re about to continue speaking when there’s a sudden hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” Rumi cuts you off. You promptly shut your mouth. She looks at you with an exasperated smile. Surely, you’re imagining the fondness in that expression. “It’s okay. It’s happened before, unfortunately.”

“That’s such- such bullshit,” you stammer, anger still brewing in your chest. Admittedly, you're unsure why this is getting you so heated. Then, you think back to all the times you’ve seen Rumi practicing tirelessly in the dance studio, humming to herself during breaks, listening and watching her performances again... Suddenly, you think your anger is justified.

“I’ve gotten used to those kinds of comments,” Rumi answers, which doesn’t exactly make you feel any better.

“You shouldn’t have to get used to it.” You frown.

“But, you know what?” Rumi asks, her gaze intense as she looks at you. “Not everyone is like them. Some people don’t bother to get to know me and, hell, that’s fine. No point in wasting time on them.”

The people that count know how much work I put in. My fans know that I put a lot of effort into producing my music. And... that’s all that matters. Haters, naysayers, and ignorant assholes won’t go away. Even so, knowing that people like you recognize my efforts... It’s more than enough for me.”

At that, Rumi leans to the side and wraps her muscular arm around your shoulders. You subconsciously lean closer. Thankfully, you’re under the cover of night, so you’e not worried about anyone seeing either of you. As you walk to the car, you can’t help but notice the appreciative smile on Rumi’s face. You’re glad you stood up for her, even if your efforts were a bit too late.

thanks for reading! if you liked this, consider checking out the other parts of this idol au!

part 1: monoma, shigaraki, shinsou

part 2: bakugo, kirishima, todoroki

For the majority of these snippets, I’ve concentrated on the reader comforting/being there for the idol. However, I decided to flip the script in the snippet with Yamada. I think it works out well.

I’ve never quite had an opinion on Mirko one way or the other... Then this snippet happened and now I’m down bad y’all 😭😭 she's so cool.

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