#sako atsuhiro x reader
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Sako Atsuhiro x Reader
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Torture, Mentions of What Happend to Giran, Medical Jargon, Smut
It was different, working here and being a proper doctor. It was quite the cushy lifestyle, it paid well, you could do your research however you pleased, no one ever really bothered you…
Until it started getting odd.
You never asked questions, it was better not to. It was safer to keep your head down and move on, to stay safe, to stay unseen. But, when your supervisor had told you to remove the fingers of a man who didn’t need the surgery, questions started popping up in your mind. Who were you really working for, what was their business, why did they have you do this, what would happen to you if you didn’t comply? So many questions, so little time.
You tried to ignore that nagging feeling that something was wrong, that feeling that ate at the back of your mind and chewed it’s way through your chest. You were hurting a man who, for all you knew, didn’t deserve to be hurt. You were torturing a man.
Eventually, you did find out why you were doing those things, and it made you sick to your stomach with dread. You knew you were torturing him, but you were torturing him for specific information. Information on the League of Villains. You were in far too deep to back out now, and there was no way you wouldn’t be killed if you dared try. You were apart of a liberation group, and you didn’t even have a quirk to liberate. They supported your courses through college, fast-tracked you to get your doctorate, paid you handsomly, gave you an endless amount of tools and time to do whatever you so pleased. You thought some sort of good luck had finally shined upon you, but this wasn’t good luck. This wasn’t even luck to begin with.
This was a curse.
Things got a lot busier for you after your little realisation. Your clinic was one of the only buildings left untouched by the beast that had rampaged the city, and the destruction that Tomura Shigaraki had caused. You had to confirm the deaths of hundreds, which became hard when they were piles of ash. Not only that, you had to help aid in the recovery of even more. Including the League.
Which went far better than you were anticipating. You expected push back from at least some of them, complaints about being touched by “the enemy”, but no. Nothing. You even aided in the recovery of Shigaraki himself, and he was silent for the most part. Toga was easy to take care of, you gave her a lollipop after her treatment, Jin too. Dabi was fine for the most part, as was Shuichi- Spinner.
Your favourite patient however, was Mr. Compress. Otherwise known as Sako Atsuhiro. He wasn’t injured too extremely, but he was facsinating because he had been amputated. Due to your aiding in the removal of poor Giran’s fingers, you had looked into amputation more, looking into what you could do and how you could possibly replace what was lost. You researched the possiblities in prosthetics and the capabilities that they could have, as well as how you could possibly improve them.
Sako was the perfect candidate for your experimentations. He was perfectly willing as well, which was just icing on the cake. It was the least you could do for them, not only to prove your loyalty to them and their cause, but also to, in your own way, atone for what you did to Giran. Which, you had admitted to them immediately. Granted you hadn’t known what exactly you were doing, only doing what you were told, but you still hurt the poor man, so you wanted to do something to help them, anything.
You researched prosthetics even more after that, and had worked not only on something for Giran, but for Sako as well. Unfortunately for Giran, there was not much you could do for fingers, unless you managed to weasel your way into getting nerve-technology from your managers, and even then it wasn’t likely to work. Sako was an easier feat. Of course, before you did any kind of experimentations on him or worked on anything, you had to speak with him, get to know him, get that doctor-patient bond that most doctors had with their patients.
Once again, he was willing to do that for you.
Maybe a bit too much, though.
He was certainly the showman of the League, often speaking in terms of grandure and theatrics, talking you up every chance he had. Every appointment, every opportunity, every time he passed you in the hallways, every time he saw you in town, he was at your side, telling you stories about his life, telling you his interests and dislikes.
It was… Cute.
He seemed to follow you like a lost puppy, perhaps it was the way you carried yourself, perhaps it was your similarity in age, maybe it was just because he was bored, you couldn’t tell. You didn’t need to ask. It was a habit of yours, maybe it was from your time with Destro and his goonies, but you didn’t mind it so much when it came to Sako.
You got to know him a lot more than a doctor should probably know their patient. You felt comfortable with him, you connected with him, you loved working with him and working on his arm, it was fun for you, he made it easy.
That became a problem when you started feeling more than a doctor to him.
You felt like a confidant for him, someone he could come to if he needed to, and to some extent, you were. But he visited your home in his off-time, went to lunch with you, even asked you about dinner from time to time.
You couldn’t allow that.
It was drastically inappropriate for a doctor to take advantage of a patient in a way such as that, there had to be a line drawn somewhere. But if you were to be fair with yourself, you did like him a lot. He was a villain, you worked for villains, you did some evil acts yourself.
You worked for villains.
…
Rules be damned, you deserved to endulge yourself, it wasn’t like he was that much younger than you anyway. So anytime he’d make a comment, anytime he’d make a flirt, you would match him. Anytime he offered to pay for something, you had it covered. You gifted him plenty of new clothes, expensive snacks imported from other countries, and you used the ludicrious amount of fincances you were paid to spoil him completely.
You could tell he was… Not used to the treatment.
It made you smile every time he would faulter or flounder over his words. Anytime you saw his face, you always complimented him for how handsome he looked, and you loved to see the blush that would reach his ears.
It became a sort of competition between the two of you, to see who would fluster the other more, who would flirt harder, who would make the first official move. You oftentimes topped his gifts and won on that front, because your funds were almost limitless. Sako lived in the mansion of Re-Destro, but you offered your home to him as a more private alternative. He didn’t have to move in if he didn’t want to, but you offered.
He took you up on it.
That was when things got… Harder.
You hade a very neat and tidy home, your schedule and work ethic carrying over into how you did things at home. Wake up, go for a walk, eat, shower, go to work. At work you would care for patients, do paperwork, eat lunch, work with more patients, and go home. You’d make dinner, look over more paperwork, shower again, and go to bed.
Now with Sako, he got to see how you worked, and he got to see a more relaxed side of you.
No longer in a button down shirt and slacks, you’d walk around your home in the shortest shorts, the tightest shirts, he was sure you weren’t wearing anything underneath. It made his mouth water, it made his pants tighter, it made working with you a lot more difficult, because all he could imagine were those damn shorts you wore. All he could think of when you bent over to install his new arm was the view he’d get when you’d bend over at home. Down your shirt, the curve of your ass, your flushed face after your walks, your silent moans when you crack your neck.
“Sako?”
What he wouldn’t give to hear you say his name, all breathy and whiney.
“Sako?”
You’d beg him for more, he coudl certainly rpay you like that, if only you’d allow it.
“Sako!”
He shook his head and blinked, “I’m so sorry my dear, were you speaking to me?”
You laughed, yet another music to his hears, “Yes, I was asking if this prosthetic feels better, if you have any complaints, and I was asking you to move your arm~”
He laughed nervously, thankful for his mask to be on today to hide his shame from you. He did as you asked him, feeling how the prosthetic fit him, how it felt. So far he had no complaints, and as he flexed his arm to test how it felt, he noticed it.
“Something’s different…”
You giggle, nodding, “Yes, something is very different.”
He moved it again, and he watched as his hand moved, his fingers flexing as he tested the new piece. He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to check before he freaked out.
He grabbed your hand, your skin was soft.
“Sako?”
“How did you manage this? What-”
You laughed again, a soft flush coming to your face, “Well don’t tell anyone you’re my favourite patient but… I did this specifically for you. Destro didn’t particularly allow me to look into or work with nerve technology, but I did it out of my own paycheck. It was a lot, but if it allows you to feel once again, I think it’s worth it.”
He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to marry you if you’d allow it. He wanted to do so much to repay you, even though he knew he never could.
You were a saint to him, a saviour, a dream come true, an angel. He wanted to tell you everything, but…
Anytime he flirted, anytime you flirted back, he thought you figured he was simply joking, that this was how he acted with everyone, despite that not being the case. He was never like this before he met you. Sure, he was a sweet-talker, someone who knew how to carry a conversation, with a bit of flair added to it, but he wasn’t openly flirtatious with anyone. Maybe in his teen years, but not now. Not for well over a decade.
“How could I ever thank you for this I- I don’t want to ever take this off! I can feel again, really feel! It’s fantastic!”
You laughed, shaking your head, your hand stil in his. He was always like this, always determined to repay you for your kindness, despite telling him time and time again he needn’t worry about it. Every new suit or costume, every new mask, every snack, every lunch, every day. There was nothing you needed from him, nothing more you wanted from him.
Just his company was enough.
“Please be sure to remove it when you shower, just to be sure to wash your arm properly. As for re-fastening it, it’s just like any other one of your prosthetics…”
You kept explaining it to him, but he couldn’t hear you. Obviously he would follow your instructions, but all he could think about was tonight. When you’d get home, how he’d repay you. A movie? No, far too cheesy. It had to be something phenomenal. Something that would make your jaw drop. Something to prove to you what he meant when he flirted with you.
When you had waved him off to see other patients, he told you he’d see you at home, that alone warmed your heart- He called your home his home. The rest of your shift went on smoothly, you checked out a child patient and a few others, the most exciting thing that happened today was Sako’s appointment.
Until you got home.
As soon as he left, he went to a flower shop. Then, he got candles. Next, he got ingredients for a meal to make for you, wine, the works. You usually caqme home to make dinner, it was an honour to help you make dinner, the two of you often cooked together. Not today though, today he wanted to spoil you as much as he could. If this didn’t show you how he felt, he didn’t know what would.
He cleaned up the little mess there was, he set up the roses all over the house in little vases, he lit the candles when he was done cooking, everything was set up perfectly, right on time.
“What…?”
Walking out of the kitchen soace, Sako bows, dressed in half a suit you had gotten him, his lseeves rolled up, his new prosthetic attached.
“Welcome home my dear…”
“Sako what is all this…?”
“My thanks to you, after everything you’ve done for me it is the least I can do for you~”
There were slight tears in your eyes, your face flushed and a surprised smile present. He offered you his hand, the hand you had just given him feeling back into, and you gladly took it. He led you to the dining area, sitting you down and serving you the meal he had prepared for you, your favourite.
“Sako, you didn’t have to do all of this…”
“Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken my dear, I did. I wanted to. After everything you’ve done for me, it’s the very least I could do…. Save for asking for your hand.”
You could’ve sworn you stopped breathing.
Now or never.
“My dear I’m not quite sure if you realise, but I am quite fond of you. You’re very important to me, to the League. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it. I am not your patient, and you are not my doctor. I adore you, I love you, and I want to call you mine.”
You would cry if you weren’t so shocked, you didn’t know what you would do if he kneeled onto one knee, you were thankful he didn’t. You’d probably die.
“Sako… I don’t know what to say…”
“You needn’t say a thing my dear, let’s enjoy dinner, and our evening together.”
You certainly did. There weren’t even dishes to do afterwards, because Sako cleaned them up for you. By the time you were ready to retire for bed, Sako had moved to go to his own room, but you grabbed his hand.
“Oh no, you don’t get your own room after confessing your love to me, you sleep with me now.”
He felt his face flush, “Darling I don’t think that’d be wise…”
You scoffed teasingly, “And why is that~?”
His chuckle sent shivers down your spine, as he moved closer to you, gently caressing your face, “Because, darling, I don’t think I’d be able to control myself at that point~”
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your face flushing an even darker red.
“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you~”
“I don’t think that’s possible~”
His hand held your face as he leaned down to kiss you, the kiss feeling as if a weight was lifted off of your chest, it felt like you were floating, like you were finally free to express yourself to him, to give him everything, just like you wanted.
You pressed against him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him as if your life depended on it. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and more, and it was so satisfying. Breaking the kiss for a short moment, you dragged him to your bedroom, opening and closing the door, quickly working on unbuttoning his shirt, Sako doing the same for you.
“Darling, slow down, I’m not going anywhere~”
You scoffed again, “As if you’re one to talk~”
You were right, as you were with most things. He was rushing to get your shirt unbuttoned, half-tempted to simply tear it open. The both of you were eager to finally, finally feel each other, fully. You had the opportunity to touch him however you needed, often stealing quick gropes you didn’t truly need, but Sako never got the chance, only dreaming of how soft you’d feel, how you’d feel between his fingers, against his body, on his tongue.
He finally had his chance, and he was not going to wait or hesitate any longer.
The kissing grew feverish as he pushed you into your bed, and lord the scent he loved was finally surrounding him fully as he laid you beneath him, touching and groping at your chest as his hands moved down your waist to remove your pants and underwear.
You pushed against his chest with your hand, making him stop kissing you. He would ask you why, but your eager hands moved to undo his own pants, and he chuckled again. He saw you pout and blush.
“So desperate for me, hm~?”
“Yes~”
He flushed at how forward you were, before you finally got his pants down, tangling your hands in his hair to pull him in for another kiss. He pushed himself against you as he crawled over you. Using his new prosthetic, he adored the feeling of your skin against his hand- His hand. Despite it being a prosthetic, this was apart of him, and this one was the easiest one for him to accept. All because of you. You had done so much for him…
You were shocked he had pulled away so abruptly, before he lifted your legs over his shoulders and started going down on you, making you squeal in surprise. No one had ever been this eager to do this for you, to lick and suck at your most inimate parts. You always had to beg for them to do anything, so this was a first for you. You saw him using his arms close wrap your legs around his head even tighter, his grip on your almost bruising as he pleased you.
It wasn’t just for you, either.
He had been dreaming of this, and nothing he ever dreamed of could compare to how divine you tasted, how wonderful it felt having your thighs wrapped around his head, how cute your little noises were. He moaned against you, and that made you moan even louder, your hand gripping his hair, and pulling.
He groaned at that, pulling away from you before you could finish, making you whine. He cooed at you, shaking his head.
“Don’t fret my dear, we’re not done yet… I want to take my time with you, to feel you in every way possible~”
With his new arm, he pressed a singular finger into you, curling it just right to make you whine. He chuckled, copying the motion over and over again, your hips bucking with every movement. He even had to hold your hips down.
“It’s a good thing I’m doing this darling,” He pushed another finger into you, scissoring you, “Neither one of us are used to this, so I need to be sure you’re taken extra care of, as to not hurt you~”
“S-Sako y-y-you’re teasing…”
He clicked his tongued as he cooed at you, “Yes, I am~”
He chuckled while he fucked you slowly with his fingers, his other hand wrapped around his cock, moving in time. The sight before him he wanted to remember, every sinlg detail, Your head was rolled back, your mouth wide open with praise and moans falling out in slurs, your chest rising and falling, your legs wide open with him slotted between them, playing with you, and touching himself.
It was beautiful, the dance you two were doing.
Once he added another finger in, he began moving faster, making your hips start bucking again, making him tut. He stopped stroking himself, immediately gripping your hip and holding you down.
“Stop. Moving.”
You whined and it was gorgeous, but you needed to be good and behave. So you did, moving to grip the hand that was burried deep inside you, and he jolted when he remembered he could feel it again. You whined and you begged, and before you could reach ecstasy, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of you.
“Sako~!”
“Ah ah ah, no complaining dear~” He squeezede your hips again as he lined himself up with you, chuckling to himself, “Ooh darling, I can’t wait to mark you up~”
Before you could ask what he meant, he pushed in to you, hissing at the feeling, kissing you deeply, swallowing your squeal. He stayed there for a moment, your hips twitching at his sudden intrusion, but not moving more than that. He chuckled into your mouth, moving to kiss at your cheeks, biting your jaw line, kissing your neck ever so gently, before he bite you again. Hard. You gasped a moan, moaning once more when he first thrusts his hips into you. He groans against your neck as he bites you again, in a different area, sucking at you neck, doing as he promised.
Marking you up.
You never imagined he’d fit inside of you so perfectly, making you feel more full than you ever had, his thrusting being the slowest torture you’ve ever experienced. You figured you deserved it, despite thinking this to be torture, you knew he was just treating you right, taking his time with you, making sure you felt every inch.
Your past partners went hard and fast, and ver rarely did you ever get to where you needed to go while they chased after their own highs. But Sako was unlike any of your previous partners, having gotten you to the edge twice already, before teasing you with that feeling of fleeting pleasure, before doing it again. Sako was a man who knew how to please his partner, and he had plenty of time to plot exactly what he wanted to do to you.
He wanted you to be shattered around him, he wanted you to feel what you did to him, and he wanted you to get there first. Pulling away from your hickey-ridden neck, he smirked. His hands were on your hips, occassionally squeezing them. His hips started moving faster, his prosthetic moving to toy with you further as he continued to fuck into you.
“Ha-ha Darling~ You feel soo good wrapped around me like this~ Y-you haven’t a clue how long- Mmm- How long I’ve wanted you like this… All for me, marked up, begging, just for me~”
You moaned with a nod, feeling your climax coming up even faster now.
“Tell me, who- Who do you belong to? Who makes you feel this good~?”
“You- S-sako, you do~! Y-you- A-always been you- You~!”
He laughed softly, his hips stuttering, “F-fuck- I-I can’t last much lon-longer~”
“P-please… Please please-”
“Mmmm, please what~?”
“L-let me cum- Please~! Cum inside me- fuck I don’t care~! I love you so much I want it~!”
That was enough to send him over the edge, well over the edge. Cursing to himself as his hips stuttered again, spurting into you, he faltered atop you, holding himself up as he pressed closer to you.
When he came, you snapped, cumming yourself. You screamed silently before you moaned into his ear, thanking him. He was confused, in the height of his climax, he didn’t feel you finish, so why were you thanking him?
“That was… Amazing…”
“But, ha, you didn’t…”
You laughed, kissing his cheek and shaking your head, “Oh no love, I did. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Ever. You didn’t even use any toys and you made me see stars~”
Sako laughed, slowly pulling out of you, watching his essence ooze from you. “Well, it was quite the performance from us both, no~?”
“A performance I’d love to see again~”
You were going to be the death of him.
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Mr. Compress x reader smutty headcanons
obviously loves to perform and be in the limelight but he is also a giver and will do a very good job in order to receive your praise, takes pride in being able to perform oral that makes you lose your mind but he won't hold you to the same high standards when it is your turn. if you are being enthusiastic and eager to please he is satisfied. he is maybe too focused on his own performance sometimes .
an ass guy. put the ‘ass’ into’ assistant’ babe, you ride him in a reverse cowgirl position and he is putty in your hands
loves when he can control your orgasm and you cum on his command, making a perfect finale
anything is 10x more satisfying if he can watch your bodies in the mirror during the act
big fan of barely giving you the tip and massaging the head of his cock with your tight quivering entrance, he will do this until you become dripping wet and desperate, then he will fill you up and fuck his cock into you in languid thrusts
he likes to take it slowly, if you give him the opportunity he will play with your pussy for a long time, using both of his hands. he will easily edge you for almost 2 hours if you let him...goes from edging to overstimulating, he knows when to stop he just won't.
has the stamina to match that energy too.
he likes to use a toy on you too, sit on his lap when he is on the couch, relax and he will fuck you using his hand and a dildo better than you could do it to yourself - especially after he learned what your body likes he is unstoppable. he is very talkative and during the first time he won't shy away to ask you about everything while his hand is working it's magic.
loves to hold your chin up delicately between his thumb and index finger to make you look into his eyes while he pumps that toy into you
says corny shit with the most toe curling lustful voice you can imagine, that mouth needs to be stuffed
will snap if you are being an annoying enough brat, he will act like a gentleman again when you deserve it (= very fun to push his buttons)
spanks you with his red gloves on if you forget your manners
classic magician/circus themed dirty talk is his thing but you know he is very into whatever he is doing to you when he drops his theatrical performer style and says out loud immediately every raw filthy thought that occurs in his mind mid fuck
has perfectly grabbable thick hair and doesn't mind if you indulge in some light hair pulling...
he is someone who appreciates a well executed strip tease
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Being Mr Compress' Doting S/O
warnings: food mention
other: gn! reader, fluff
part 3 of League of Villains' Doting S/O
Since meeting Atsuhiro you’ve taken note of his love for things of grandeur, it came natural as he himself was a showman. Whenever you went out and passed storefronts he’d comment about the outfits on display. He even slipped in to buy you an outfit whilst Toga distracted you one time. You knew how much he loved fashion, so when you found out that he’d be leaving for a week-long mission you knew how you were going to spend your time. The sadness you felt when he left was soon replaced with determination as you took it upon yourself to design and sew him an outfit. You had an idea of the general things he liked and you knew what fit you liked him best in, so combining the two you quickly sketched out what you had envisioned. You made sure to ask Jin for the proper measurements to ensure your work would fit him. You worked feverishly for days and after many trips to the local fabric shop, you were putting the finishing touches on it. You decided to monogram his initials into the tag to make it extra special. You ironed it once it was finished so that it would be ready when Atsuhiro arrived tomorrow. You debated laying it out in the bed, but thought hanging it in the closet would be best, just in case he was too tired and just wanted to rest when he got home. You heard the door open and the footsteps that followed. Shigaraki went straight to his room not even saying hi, Spinner waved as he made his way to the fridge, Dabi just glared at you before walking past, but there was no sign of Atsuhiro. Your heart began to pound in your chest, you walked to the door and stuck your head out, maybe he was just lagging behind. Your mind immediately started running worst case scenarios, you fought back tears. “Damn, you’re annoying. He didn’t die or anything. Compress stopped to get something, he shouldn’t be too long.” Dabi said before exiting the room. You sat back on the couch, knee bouncing as you waited. It felt like hours had passed before you heard the door open, immediately you perked up and turned toward it.
“Ah! There you are, Atsu!” You said throwing your arms around his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, were you worried? I thought one of them would’ve told you.” Once you were down clinging to him, he placed the bag he had in his hand on the countertop.
“What’s in the bag?”
He motioned for you to close your eyes and you followed suit. “3, 2, 1, open!” You opened your eyes and saw a small cake, a confused look on your face. “Oh come on, that mission was hell, let us celebrate that nobody died.”
“Well, if we’re celebrating, let me go get your gift!” You hurriedly went to retrieve what you’d been working on. Holding the hanger behind your back, you motioned with one hand for him to cover his eyes as he had you. He let out a light laugh as you counted down, “3, 2, 1, open!” You were beaming as you thrusted the hanger towards him. His eyes grew wide, his jaw dropped, at a loss for words. He reached for it and took it gingerly from your hand. He took the pants from the bottom of the hanger and held them up to get a full look. He ran his hand over the back pockets to feel for quality and check their size. He looked at shirt and jacket,
“Darling, where’d you get this?”
“I made it.”
“You what?”
“I made it! Even sewed your initials on the inside of the shirt pocket. See?” You opened the breast pocket to unveil his initials in gold thread.
“Thank you. I don’t know what to say. Wow. I–thank you.” He sounded like he was gonna cry, like the way he sounded when you told him you loved him for the first time.
“You’re welcome, my love.” The next day he planned a date night for you two, he wanted a good excuse to wear it. Before you two left, he made it a thing to parade around and tell all the members that you made it. He really did appreciate you working so hard on it and it was easily his favorite outfit in his wardrobe now. This led to Dabi rolling his eyes and Toga exclaiming how you needed to make her an outfit too. You made a mental note to start drawing up plans for her birthday, but right then you focused on how good Atsuhiro looked and how great of a night you two were going to have.
a/n: this one wasn't supposed to be this long, but the thought of making him a snazzy little outfit to make his day made me soft, plus he's a loser so he'd be like "it garmeant a lot to me" and expect you to laugh at his terrible pun
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breaking up with mr. compress
pairing: atsuhiro sako / mr. compress x gn!reader
tags: angst, break up, established relationship
both of you seemed to know that your relationship couldn't last forever
after all, atsuhiro was a villain. and you weren't
you could look away most of the times and pretend like you weren't aware what your boyfriend was doing when you weren't around
and yet, over time it became harder to ignore the things he did
so much so that despite loving him, you couldn't stay by his side anymore and watch as he hurt innocent people
before breaking up with him, you had already gotten all of your things back from his apartment, while trying to not let him notice
and yet, atsuhiro was aware that you were getting ready to cut off contact with him
so much so that when you mentioned you wanted to talk to him about something, he stopped you, already knowing what this was about
"i don't need to know why you want to leave. i just need to know that you don't want to stay with me anymore…"
you hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by atsuhiro already knowing you'd break up with him, before finally telling him what he wanted to hear
"i think we should break up…"
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Mr. Compress is alive idc. No one is allowed to just die after being that fucking cool and honourable.
He's alive and he's sexy.
#this is why i want a healing and regeneration quirk#i want to protect and save my loved ones#im so upset#mr. compress x reader#mr. compress#mr compress#sako atsuhiro#sako atsuhiro x reader#atsuhiro sako#my hero academia#my hero acedamia#league of villains#league of villians x reader
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The League Comforts You
A/N: I really don’t like holidays
You never really understood why you kept coming to family events. It's not like you liked your family. Well, that's not quite right either. You love your family, and they love you, but you think if you had met them and were strangers, you wouldn't like them nor would they like you. They're mean and exclude you, and when you try to match their energy, you come across as mean and rude. You like your peace and quiet, you never really minded being alone, but you still can't help but feel hurt when they have fun without you and don't seek you out.
You're sitting at the end of the couch, nursing on something alcoholic to get you through the chatter- through the teasing remarks about you still being single, about you still being as quiet as ever. You smile with your teeth and take another sip. You glance at your phone- there’s no notifications other than online sales and emails. You have no messages from your friends since they're all busy with their own families who love and like them.
You wish that you were home.
Laughter is loud in the house and everyone is engaged with someone in a conversation. You try to put yourself in a conversation but you’re laughed at and your ears burn hot, and you hate yourself just a bit more. You're sure that if you got up right now and excused yourself outside and never came back in, they wouldn't notice that you left.
The bottle in your hand is empty, and you rise from the end of the couch and quickly, your space is taken, the crowded couch now more breathable without you. No one asks you anything, they don’t question why you’ve stood up, but you still tell them why. I need some air, to be right back. You smile and grab your things, placing the empty bottle next to the other bottles on the table. Your phone is tucked into your back pocket and you hold tightly onto your charger.
It shouldn’t be a surprise that the night life is bustling, that it’s fun and bright and you hate the people that have fun with others. The walk back home is loud. There are bars packed with people, groups of people walking in a tight group along the sidewalk, cars passing back with streams taped onto them. There's confetti and plastic cups and glass bottles on edge of the sidewalk and you stand in front of a bottle with the label missing, debating in picking it up and being a good civilian or picking it up and risking whatever germs someone else had, now on your, unable to properly wash your hands.
You decide to let the issue be left for someone else, the streets of the city can remain dirty for one more night. Blowing out a puff of air that forms into a cloudy puff, you walk past the bottle, holding on tight to your charger.
Finally, you’ve made it home, and you tell yourself to not be disappointed if you check your phone and no one has checked in on you. It’ll be fine. You don’t need them. If your phone has no notification, then that’s fine. It’s fine. You suck in a deep breath of air and hold onto it, and you check your phone.
You haven’t received a single call or text from any of your family members.
The keys shake in your hand and you feel like crying. You aren't sure why. You don't care if your family doesn't like you. Well, you do, because of course you do, you've always been sentimental about family even if they aren't. Even if they're a bit mean towards you and leave you out if things, but they're your family. You still cling to the past, wanting to remember them as they were clinging to you, how they loved you and cherished you, how you were close to your cousins. But you’ve grown up now, and all that familial love has thinned, you’re left starving for it.
The lock clicks open, and you enter your home. You kick your shoes off and drop your things on the table. It’s dark, and it’s lonely, and you tell yourself that it’s fine. That it’s better when you’re alone because you can do what you want. You try not to worry about the tears that have welled in your eyes and are burning, you bite the inner corner of your lips when you let a cry whimper out.
And finally, you reach your room, and close the door with a smack, trying to keep your composure until you’re in bed. But then the light clicks on, you aren’t alone.
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Bubaigawara Jin:
The closing door was enough to wake him from his short nap, but you crying, was enough to jolt him awake. Jin hadn’t expected you to be home- you had mentioned how you were excited to be with your family after so long, that he assumed that he was going to have your place to himself for a few hours before you returned. You always talk so fondly about your family, and he listens, trying not to interject because it’s one of the few times that you share so much about yourself. It’s not like he has anything to share either way- so many of his memories are muddled, and most of the ones about his family are nonexistent, he can’t even really remember what their faces looked like. He doesn’t mind when you talk about your family- he welcomes it, it’s nice to hear you talk and even when his other starts to interject, it’s always something nice, sarcastic, but nice.
Your home, and you’re crying- well you’re close to tears, breathing in deeply and fisting your hands at your side, and he doesn’t know what happened. You seem fine- no skinned knees or bloody lips. You’re okay- physically. Hopefully. So what happened? And the question is forming on his tongue and fills the room, and it’s less than polite, a bit crass and with sleep lingering in on his voice, it’s easy to mistake it for annoyance. But you know him- of course, you wouldn’t take for anything other than just him. At least, he believes that that’s true, but then you start to cry, and he realizes that he shouldn’t have been senseless with you. You’re already near tears, of course, anything harsh would have made you start crying, but then you rush to him and as he’s sitting up, you hug him, and sit on his lap, and you’re pulling him closer to you.
He’d be lying if he said he hadn't felt relieved when you chose to sit on his lap and pull him close- you’re still crying, but at least he knows that it’s not because of him, that you still want him to hold you. You;ve always been there for him, and you try to understand him, and you never really leave him alone, and he wants to do the same for you. He holds you tight, and his hands are ever moving- running up and down from your arms to your back, to your thighs, and back to your arms, and starting the cycle all over again, desperate for your cries to quiet down. Maybe he should do something right now- No. He should be doing something right now. Panic runs a cold chill down his spine, and he blurts out that he’s glad that you’re here with him. He could do without the crying, and he immediately fixes that little slip up, but you only snort, apologizing, and kissing at his collarbone. Of course, you wouldn’t take offense to it.
In a quiet voice, when you’ve settled, and your legs spill over the edge of the bed, he asks if you need anything, juice, alcohol, candy, smokes? Anything at all, he’d go rushing out to get it for you. And you shake your head, telling him that you just want to stay with him like this for a bit longer, reaching for his hand to hold in yours. You trace up and down his fingers, across each ring of lines that circle around his finger, and trace on his palm. You tell him that you would have liked to take him out tonight. Maybe to meet your family- an hour max- and then go get something to drink afterwards. He’s never met your family, but he hates how they’ve made you cry. If it were anyone else, they’d regret it, but he knows how you feel about family, he knows that hurting them would only hurt you, that it wouldn’t make you feel better, it’d only push you away from him, and isolate you further. He doesn’t want that. He kisses the top of our head, and he says that maybe when it’s cold out, he can wrap himself in a scarf and you two could go out-it’s be cold, but he could treat you to something warm.
A part of him wishes that he could have met you before everything went so awful for him. No. All of him wishes for that. If you accept him as he is now- a villain with a dissociative disorder- then maybe you’d like him back when he was younger, when he was making ends meet, and could hold up a job. Maybe during his life of theft, he would’ve stolen something nice for you- a ring, maybe. But, you met him as he is now, and you still want to be with him, and you even wish you could show him off to your family. You wish you could be seen with him. And maybe that makes up for all the string of bad luck that has followed him around his entire life. And with you tracing the lines on his palms, lying and making up what the lines mean- a long life, a wealthy life, lovers past and future. He thinks your crap at telling fortune, but he likes the life that he has with you now. He kisses the top of your head, and holds you tight, the lines that you’ve traced burning his palm, and lays back down, smiling when you let out a squeak and a laugh mixed together.
Dabi:
He doesn’t really spend the night at your place as much as he should. It's too quiet at your home, too neat and orderly, too tucked away in its own little corner with the only noise available being your fan that hums. Dabi is used to the noise, the screeching of tires and yowling cats and barking dogs, the loud, drunken laughter and belches of people, that being in your home makes him feel discomfited. He’s only staring at your ceiling, trying to force himself to sleep until you shut the door and he’s alert. Heat tickles and burns his palms until he realizes that it’s you, and in the next moment he realizes that you’re crying, and he’s throwing his legs over the edge of your bed, and you meet him at your bed, rushing to him, and holding him. You cry silently, whimpering and taking in shaky breaths that shudder throughout your body. Your hands are cold as they hold onto him, pressed against his thinned shirt.
Your tears don’t last- you cry and you sniffle and when you pull away, your face is wet, and can’t look him in the eye. He stays still beside you, and you’re silent, pulling your hands away and twisting them in front of you. The silence is killing him worse than before, he needs something to fill the air, and it’s always been you, always humming or talking about something or another that he’ll listen to and remember when he’s stuck somewhere else. Slowly, his hand reaches over to your side, his index and middle finger wrapping around your thumb and pulling it towards him, his thumb rubbing softly over your thumb knuckle. He offers you something- alcohol, you know, just to get the edge off a bit, he reasons, whispering into the quiet room. You shake your head, and twist yourself to wrap your arms around him, your face nestled against his chest.
Even after all these years, all this resentment and hatred, he hates that he understands why you’re so sentimental; he hates knowing why you want to hold onto the fond memories of your family, and why you seek their validation and love. He had hoped that after being with you, that he would have gotten better at being able to provide some type of comfort, that he could do more than sit on the bed and let you cry. You start out slow, and he realizes that it’s because the pain is still too fresh, the humiliation and the exclusion are burning through you and making you shake beside him. It isn’t a big deal- it shouldn’t be a big deal. You’ve been excluded from conversations loads of times, this isn’t anything new, and yet it still hurts as if you were a child facing rejection for the first time all over again. You talk about how you aren’t treated like an adult, but neither as a child, a weird middle ground, a punching bag because if you fight back, if you return the same energy, you’re mean. It isn’t fair for you- to have to face the constant pressure from them when you’ve been doing so well, when you’ve finally feel like you’re on the right track.
Words fill the air, a spew of nonsense that comes from him, slow and unsure, trying to find something to say, but being unable to fill it with any meaning. All he’s aiming for you is to be distracted, to think about anything else than your family. The thing about him is- and you learned this quickly- he will never talk about his own family with you; try as you will, he never utters a single word about them, and he knows that it irritates you, but it’s his own thing to deal with. But he understands you, and he doesn’t know how to fix it, because his own solution was to kill himself, and now he’s missed so much of his youth and his own body is no longer his. But it’s about you and your pain, and he doesn’t know how to make you feel better other than just talking. He tells you about how quiet your room is when you’re not there, and how he likes the scent of your new soap, and that he might have ruined a towel, and you laugh, it’s short, but you laugh and he pulls down on the bed, pulling and letting his hands run underneath your shirt till your laying beside him, your back pressed against his chest and his nose rested in the back of your scalp, nestled into your hair.
His body aches, and you’ve laced your hand with his, trailing it from the soft curve of your stomach, to the swell of your chest and resting it above your heart. Every breath that you take is getting slower, and heavier. Dabi wonders to himself, if he ever will tell you about his family, how his father threw him aside, how he said such awful things to his mother and how he wished he could have apologized, how there was a moment in time where all he wanted was to have them hold him and tell him that he’s been forgiven, and held like a child. He calls your name, and after a moment, you squeeze your hand, and he knows you’re already asleep, in the odd place between sleep and consciousness, and he won’t pull you away from that. If things were different and he weren’t born with a cursed body, that he would have liked to sleep with you in a quiet room, that he wouldn’t let you feel alone in a room filled with others.
Iguchi Shuichi:
Shuichi thinks to himself that he probably shouldn’t have come over- that maybe it would have been better for him to just have stayed back at the base. But you look so pitiful, and he knows that you need him- hopefully- he still isn’t quite sure how to tell whether you need comfort or space. He clears his throat, and awkwardly opens one arm, inviting you to come sit with him, and you nod. With you so close, he can see the tears in your eyes, how they swell and catch on your lashes, and he wonders if you’ve looked like that the whole walk home. You slip into the space that he’s created, leaning on him, and wrapping your arms around his torso as he leans against the headboard of your bed. He’s hardly ever seen you cry from something that wasn’t from a television show or a video game, and he knows what to do in those scenarios, hear you out and nod along, and it shouldn’t be different in this case, but the atmosphere and the way that you hold yourself feels so much heavier than it’s ever have before.
Softly, he asks what happened, his body shifting to hold you at a more secure position. His hands lay on you, and when you don’t respond, he adds that you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. He can hear you intake deep, shaky breaths, trying to catch letters and shape it, only for you to stay silent. He decides to talk before he can lose any of his nerves. You were supposed to be with your family. How come you’re not? You were so excited too. He regrets talking immediately when you begin to cry, latching onto him and going to hold at one of his hands. You clasp onto him with such strength, and you need him at the moment. He tries to soothe you, but the only he knows how is to scratch at your back, slow, steady movements where his hands reach underneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin against his claws. It’s steady, and it keeps you grounded enough to have you go to a quiet whimpering, with your hand cupped over his chest.
Something must have happened. Of course, something had to have happened if you had come back with tears in your eyes, so desperate to hold onto any part of him, and only cry further when he asks directly about your family. He doesn’t really get it. He always thought you had a nice relationship with your family- you speak so highly of them, and yet, you’re here, crying on his chest. You know enough of his own backstory to understand that he didn’t have a good support system- or any for that matter. Even if mutant quirks have grown more accepting in a city, the country and town life is still difficult. People still look down on him for being anything less than normal. Only a few looked past his quirk- you included, and he can never thank you enough for that. He tells you all of this, and he apologizes to you, that he wasn’t there for whatever it was that happened. There are times that he wishes he was still a shut-in, that he ever saw Stain on television and never got inspired, and maybe then, he would have met you in a grocery store or something. But he also knows that he never would have met you, and if he did, he wouldn’t have bothered with you, because Stain sparked something inside of him, and then you did so, when he realized there was something past reshaping society that was worth living for.
Slowly, you start to speak, grabbing at the hand that isn’t scratching up and down your back, and placing it over your cheek, holding it there. You’ve never been good at socializing with your family. You love them, but you aren’t like them, and he understands that sentiment. He taps two fingers against the soft plush of your cheek, encouraging you to continue with your story. You go on and about how lonely you felt- how everyone was with someone and you were alone. It was a room full of loved ones and all you could do was pity yourself and hold an empty bottle. You felt like you did when you were younger. And you hated it. You felt so embarrassed and they didn’t even call after you left- and your voice cracks. He shushes you quietly, and moves the hand that is resting on your back to curve over your waist. You’re here with him now and even though it’s not what you had planned for the night, he’s happy that you’re here with him.
Shifting under you, he moves until you’re laying beside him, and he can stare at you. Your eyes are rimmed red, and there are tear tracks that curve down your cheeks and dry at your chin. With a shaky hand, he reaches to wipe away the tear tracks, and you lean into his touch. He smiles softly, and he asks if there’s anything more that you want to get off of your chest. He isn’t fond of his family either, but he has you now, and the League, and he thinks that’s all that really matters- found family or something like that, that you like to fantasize about. Nervously, he inches closer to you, and your breath is warm and it smells sweet and it must be the drink that you talked about, and he leans in, and there’s pressure against his snout, until you twist your head and kiss him back, pulling away to intertwine your body with his, hiding your face into the crook of his neck, and peppering kisses along there as a show of thanks.
Sako Atsuhiro:
He doesn’t think he’s ever seen this side of you. You've cried before him, but it was reactionary- you watched a show and cried, you’ve read a book and clung to him, whining and moaning about how they deserved a happy ending- things like that. You’ve never closed a door so roughly, not on purpose, not without saying a quick sorry to the inanimate object. You’ve never closed a door with tears in your eyes, looking so sad. Atsuhiro didn’t mean to be here- it just happened. He thought about not coming to your place when you told him you wouldn’t be here for the night, that you would be out with family. He even sat on your chair as you pulled out a potential outfit- something appropriate, that would still seem nice around others. You were excited for it. And now you’re home, and you’re crying, and he isn’t sure what to do. Do you want to talk about it? Because of course something happened, and it hurts him to see you look so small. You’ve closed in on yourself, lowering your shoulders and clasping your arms around yourself, and you haven’t looked him in the eyes since you’ve entered the room.
Come here, he tells you. And you walk towards him, your steps quick to reach where he now sits upright on your bed, and his arm wraps around you, running up your torso, and cupping it over your neck. You’ve always been more of the crier in the relationship, always tearing up in moments as you read, clinging to characters and to people, and he knows what to do, how to comfort you- to offer a talking point and to let you stay silent until you’re ready, and give you a promise that he’s still by your side. Unlike you, he doesn’t talk about his family much, when you pout about him keeping secrets, he pulls out some line about magicians and secrets- something corny that has you rolling your eyes, and grinning at him. You’ve always been one to overshare, to tell stories about your past, to tell him whatever it was that he wanted to know, and he always liked you for it. He never really liked keeping secrets from you, and while he strongly doubts that you would ever judge him for who his lineage is, he doesn’t want to have that looming, he doesn’t want to think about the questions you’d have and the answers he would be unable to tell you.
Seeing you defeated leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He was hoping that he’d fall asleep in your bed, and in the morning, he’d wake up with you curled next to him, hair a mess and he’d spend the whole day with you and get to eat your cooking, and just laze around with you. However, now with you crying on his chest, and how you intertwine your legs with his, he thinks that you’ll be the one to taste his cooking. He doesn’t pry further about what happened- you’re still too sentimental about it, the wound and pain too fresh for you, and he doesn’t want you to cry because of him, because of the memories that he’s trying to dig up no matter how recent they are.
You tell him that you wish you could introduce him to your family. That maybe if you met earlier, before his name was released to the public, that you could have, that you would have been able to show him off. He counters that when his name did get released, you’d have to explain to your family. You say silent after that, he kicks him for bringing reality back to you after hopeful wishes. He stutters in trying to fix his mistake, telling you that it would’ve been nice to be introduced to your family. That he would’ve liked to meet the people who you talk about. He tells you that he would have been perfect at meeting your family- the shining example of what it is to look like a good partner. You interject with a laugh, that he would have been the prime example of a “bring home boyfriend” until it was revealed who he is. You’re laughing and that’s a good sign. He smiles, and his hand lowers curving underneath your chest. He agrees, stating that then he’d be the worst example, and that he probably wouldn’t mind being referred to as the bad boyfriend whose parents disapprove of. You groan and pull away from him, and the tears have dried, and all that remains are reddened eyes, and quiet sniffling.
Holding his hand in yours, you apologize in a low voice, telling him that you didn’t mean to wake him up, nor did you mean to cry in front of him over something so trivial. Atushiro hums, telling you that he doesn’t mind being woken by you- that he’d rather wake up and be with you, than let you cry alone. He’s glad that he was here, that he feels better knowing that he was able to just be here with you, that he didn’t want you alone. He brings up your held hand to his lips, giving short kisses to each knuckle, and turning it over to kiss your palm. You smile, and pull your hand away, leaning into him, giving out another small cry, thanking him for being here, and promising him a meal tomorrow. He watches as you move, curling beside him your hand going to rest over his ribs, and you trace arcs over his chest, stopping at where you think the rib would stop and he watches you get lost in thought, resting back on the pillow and kissing your temple.
Shigaraki Tomura:
Seeing you teary eyed always makes him uncomfortable. Tomura isn’t sure of what to do in these types of scenarios; he isn’t sure on how he should go about to comfort you. Should he hold you? Should he be giving some type of advice, something vague that could be applied to any scenario? He knows that you need something and the most that he could offer up is patting the space beside him, offering up your own bed to you. You nod, scurrying in beside him, your bare legs cooled from the outside air and enough for him to feel through the material of his own pants. You hide yourself in his chest, arms going around to clutch at the back of his shirt. If he knew that you were going to arrive early and cry, he probably wouldn’t have even shown up in your home. Immediately as that thought enters his mind, he feels awful. You’ve done a lot for him, the least he could do is hold you, or allow himself to be held for a moment.
You shouldn’t be home- so why are you home? He had messaged you a few days prior asking if he could stay the night and he remembers that you told him he could, but that you were going to be with family. And he remembers it so, because he thought about just not showing up because if you weren’t going to be here, then why come at all, but the temptation of your bed, pillowed with blankets and stuffed animals, was far too much for him. He’s careful to put his arms around you, careful to make sure he isn’t completely touching you, trying to avoid adding injury to your less than great night. He asks why you’re home so early, and he quickly adds that he doesn’t mean anything mean by it, he’s just curious is all. You’ve been still the entire time in his arms, you don’t move even when you sniffle and the pillow and his shirt are damp with your tears.
Family is complicated, and- you can’t go on any further. Your voice cracks and he moves closer to you, closing the already small gap between the two of you. Something awful must have happened. He doesn’t remember much of his own family- before All For One and Kurogiri. The things that he does remember make him itch- more so than usual, more than just scratching until his skin is a bright red, but a depper, primal urge that has his skin feel too tight. Even so, All For One wasn’t a good caretaker, and Kurogiri did the best that he could with a bratty child from the streets. Even so, he knows how much you care for your own family, how you hold his hand and tell him that you wish things were different so you could introduce him, how maybe if you were a family of villains, they’d be proud of you. You always cut the conversation right after that, and you always have a sad look in your eyes. He never really wants to talk about his own upbringing, always talking about it as it was unimportant, never wanting to recall how empty his bedroom was until he used his quirk. He’s sure that his retelling how he decayed two people who were mean to him wouldn’t bring you the comfort that you need, nor is it the story that you would like to reminisce about with him late in the nights.
He should be offering you something. A drink maybe? But then that would mean that he has to pull away from you, and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t think you want that either. Still, he should be doing something right now, something to fill the gap of silence and to stop you from whimpering. He presses his lips against the top of your crown, and when he pulls away, he starts. Talking about his past is far too much, but talking about the future isn’t so bad. He talks about how nice it would be that when he topples over society or makes some type of chaos, that you would be right there. When it comes to it, he’s going to bring you with him. It’ll be great- you won’t have to get the approval from family, or anyone else. It’ll be you and him- and the others, but they’re not important in the story he’s telling you. He likes to think that it’ll be the end of society, and he’ll be able to stand beside you, to not worry about heroes- bad or good- would interrupt the both of you.
When you’ve calmed down, you lift up from him, and he misses the warmth that you provided. You wipe at your eyes and pat your cheeks, and he stays watching you, waiting for you to come back to bed. You do so, and you apologize for all the crying, giving a humorless chuckle that you’ve always been the emotional one, and he doesn’t mind because why would he. He sits up beside you, and your head rests on his shoulder, and it’s the two of you alone in a room, and your arms slink around his, holding tightly onto him, and he can feel the tears that wet his shoulder. You don’t have to think right now, at least not about family. And again, you apologize for crying, and again he tells you that it’s fine, even when he’s so unsure of what to do, but you still cry, and you still latch onto him, and in the dead of night, he holds you, and he stays there until you’ve fallen asleep, with tears and warm cheeks.
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The Rescue: BNHA X Fem! Reader-Gentleman crow
The rescue intro: here
"(Y/n) why don't you adopt one of the pets here? They deserve a good owner and you could use some company! A good pet is just the thing to make sure you're not lonely!"
You stared at her in surprise before considering. After all, what did you really have to lose? Besides, you couldn't deny that the thought was appealing. To come home to an apartment with some life in it, someone waiting just for you. Someone who relied on you and wouldn't leave. Someone who wouldn't judge you.
"Alright! I'll do it! But I'll need some help picking them out... I've never had a pet of my own before."
She grinned and grabbed your hand, holding Izuku with her other one.
"I have just the one for you!!"
You followed her out into the main room, trying to keep the excited woman in your sights amongst the tall shelves. You tried not to cringe as your shoes squeaked against the linoleum, having not dried fully from the snow that had caked them earlier. The snow was still coming down outside, blanketing the world in white.
The contrasting color is what drew you in. His inky black feathers against a backdrop of white were quite dramatic. You tilted your head, mirroring the crow's movement as he watched you right back. You stepped forward, Inko's chosen pet forgotten as you approached the bird in his cage.
"Well hello there, little one."
The crow bobbed his head at you, fluttering over to a perch closer to you.
"Well aren't you a pretty bird." you cooed softly to him, admiring his pretty black feathers.
He took that opportunity to tip his head downward and spread his wings outward in a bow.
Your face lit up in delight at the display, smiling widely.
"Pretty" came the rough voice of the crow.
"Well, what a little charmer! I didn't even know crows could speak!" You curtsied back to the crow, eagerly reciprocating his polite gesture.
"There you are!" Inko smiled as she rounded the corner.
"I was afraid I lost you there." She paused, having seen the animal that had captured your attention.
"I see you've found yourself a friend all on your own." She almost looked hesitant to point out the bird. A strange almost grimace crossed her face. Not that you were paying all that much attention.
You ignored her unease and continued to mimic the bird's movements, making delighted noises every time he copied you.
Atsuhiro himself was pleased with the company, seeing as how the shopkeeper was rightfully wary when around the villains turned animals. Seeing a new face was refreshing. Especially one as lovely as yours.
"Is this little guy available?" you looked back to Inko, your choice already made and visible in the hopefulness of your eyes.
How could she say no when you were already so obviously smitten with the charming animal?
She forced a smile on her face. "Of course! Let me just double-check some paperwork and we'll get that finalized for you. " She nodded to herself before bustling off again, leaving you with Atsuhiro.
Beaming, you pressed your face against the cage.
"You hear that, charmer? You may be coming home with me! I promise I'll take good care of you, pretty bird."
He bobbed up and down happily, before echoing back “home”. While Compress thought he got the better end of the stick when it came to animals to be transformed into, being on the cusp of communication made the few words he did manage all the more frustrating. Occasionally, he could get out a word by himself, but it was much easier to echo back the words and phrases spoken to him. Still, you seemed enchanted with the few words he was able to get out and that was good enough for right now.
You chatted away to him about your apartment and all the fun things you would get for him, waiting impatiently for Inko to return with the paperwork needed.
Compress himself was quite surprised that the green-haired woman would allow you to entertain the thought of taking him with you. He was, after all, a prominent member of the league of villains. Surely knowing what she did, she would never allow him to leave her watchful surveillance. He was beyond shocked when she rounded the corner with supplies and paper to sign.
You took the pen, scanning the document quickly as you twirled the pen between your fingers. You were honestly surprised how quickly you had latched onto the idea of taking Atsuhiro home with you, but you weren’t going to question the happiness bubbling up in your chest at the idea of not being alone again. You were going to be the best companion that bird had ever had.
“And…. Signed! We’re all set!” You triumphantly set the pen down, already eying supplies for your new companion.
Inko chuckled at your enthusiasm, gently taking the papers and tucking them into a folder.
“I’ll get the supplies in order. He’ll have to go in a crate for transportation, so go pick one out.”
Compress watched you hurry over to the other section, eyes tracking your movements as a thrill of hope started to course through him. He was actually going to be able to leave the shop! He could use this opportunity to escape and search for a cure for his current condition. He wondered as to the quirk of this new person, and how her abilities could help or hinder him. He could almost hear shigaraki fuming from his cage at this new escape opportunity. While they could communicate a little, the distance from cages made it difficult to form any plans. Likely at the behest of their jailer. Still, he would make the best of this opportunity to free himself and his comrades. But perhaps a little break from scheming first.
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Life in your apartment was more pleasant than Atsuhiro expected. He expected life in a cage, plotting his escape. What he got was so much better.
“Good morning, pretty bird. I have a treat for you.”
You hummed happily, offering him some apple you had cut up, gently scratching underneath his chin as he landed on your outstretched finger. The smooth black feathers were soft against your fingertips. His eyelids fluttered in delight at the gentle touch.
"Always so sweet, my dear ," he spoke, gently plucking the fruit from your grip."
"Yes, apples are really sweet. Would you prefer a more tart treat next time?" you questioned, going by the single word that passed the communication barrier.
Atsuhiro shook his head lightly in annoyance. So many moments lost in translation. Still, he was growing fond of you. You tried so hard to understand him even though in your eyes he was merely a black feathered bird brain.
You were so different from the people he was used to surrounding himself with. You were doting and kind. He gave himself leave to bask in the attention for now. He deserved a little bit of relaxation after all the time spent in a stupid pet store with both the heroes and his other league members. These past couple of weeks in your care were quickly becoming some of his fondest memories, not that he'd admit it. The little quirks that would have gotten you killed in the league's clutches simply endeared him to you further. You were kind and polite, treating him with courtesy, even though to your eyes he was an animal. He admired that in you but your softness was a weakness easily exploited. Or would be if he had his human form. For now, he was content to play the part of the silly pet as the cursed quirk kept him locked in this prison of feathers. Surely once he retained human form he would abandon you without a second thought in order to accomplish his goals
Or at least that's what he told himself when he found himself enjoying your attention and affection. The head kisses were certainly not growing on him, right?
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Atsuhiro perked up from his perch at an unfamiliar noise. You were yelling.
In the two months he had been living with you, he never heard your voice raised in anger. Certainly in frustration or pain such as when you had dropped a pan on your foot. But anger was a new emotion he had yet to see from you. Flying to the counter nearby, he watched you pace the length of the living room before whipping around and repeating the trek in the opposite direction, all attention drawn to the phone clasped to your ear.
You flexed the unoccupied hand, fingers gripping onto nothing but wishing to send the nearest object at the other member of the argument.
"Yes, yes, I know! I remember from the last time you called!" You paused, processing the words spit back.
"Are you kidding me?! This again? I'm not coming back! I was miserable. How can you-" You bit your lip, tears of frustration gathering and giving your fury a glassy sheen.
"Look, I'm happy here! Happier than I could ever be back there. I moved for a good reason. A fresh start! I'm doing well for myself. I've got a steady job and a nice apartment. Hell, I even have a pet!"
The voice on the other end gave you pause once more, the voice quiet but clipped, leaving no room for more argument.
The tears gathering suddenly gave way, creating twin trails down your flushed cheeks as the upset bubbled over.
"This conversation is over. I have to go take care of Atsuhiro, have a good night mom." You pressed the end call button before setting the phone on the coffee table with a clatter.
Compress watched as both anger and sadness flitted across your face in equal measure. It wasn't an expression he was used to seeing on you. It was beautiful but heartbreaking. It made his chest ache to see the tears sparkling on your anger flushed cheeks. Taking flight, he landed on the shelf near your shoulder, letting you notice his presence.
"Hey there charmer." You gently offered him your finger to step on and brought him close to you as he obeyed the silent gesture.
"Oh dear one, what are you crying over? Who hurt you?" He pressed his head against your chin, nuzzling against you to provide some comfort.
You gave a watery smile, stroking the downy feathers on his head.
"I'm okay buddy. Just a stupid argument with my mother. I'm alright."
Your voice wavered a little with emotion, but Atsuhiro was helping you to relax. His concern and comfort were like a soothing balm to the upset still stinging your eyes and tightening your throat.
You never questioned his intelligence but you were glad for it now more than ever. He was your shield from misery and made your bad feelings disappear as if by magic. He was all at once a comfort and a friend as well as the most important being in your life. You kissed the top of his head and sat on the couch, holding him close.
"Thank you, charmer. I don't know what I'd do without you."
That night was the catalyst for Atsuhiro. He didn't know it then, but he was going to do everything in his power to never see sorrow or anger on your face again if he could help it. You were his darling and he was determined to make you happy. The care he felt that night as he snuggled against you was foreign but not unpleasant and he would grow to crave it.
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Atsuhiro never did get around to searching for ways to escape. He still longed for his human body though. While he enjoyed spending time as your bird, he hated how limited this form was. He wasn't able to speak to you, not properly that is. His rough bird call could only get out a couple of words if he focused. And never the ones he wanted which made communicating with you difficult. But you were patient with him and while you never truly understood him, you listened when he tried to talk. The number of times he tried to tell you he was human was discouraging. No matter how he tried, the words stuck in his throat, and what did escape was unintelligible. He missed his voice. He missed himself. While he was undeniably himself under all the feathers, there was so much he couldn't do now that was tied into his idea of who he was. Stripped of his quirk and his very identity. Still, if he was to spend forever in this body, at least he had you to care for and care for him in return.
At that moment, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner. You had the day off and had spent it watching Disney movies while cleaning and hanging out with him. You hummed softly to your playlist shooting compress a smile as he perched on the edge of the sink.
The song faded out as a love song took its place, gentle piano and trumpet floating through the kitchen as you focused on the ingredients on the counter. Atsuhiro watched as you began to lightly sway to the music, mumbling the lyrics to yourself as you seasoned the food.
Compress found himself entranced as the afternoon glow illuminated you in gold light. You were stunning in a way he had quietly thought about but never admitted to himself. The beautiful chords as the song progressed paired with your sweet voice made him stop and listen. Your voice washed over him with warmth and affection and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull you into human arms and twirl you to the music. He allowed himself to imagine it.
He was human again and he pulled you to him, your eyes on his dark ones. Your hand perfectly fit in his as he twirled you to the music, pulling you against him so your back rested against his chest. He savored your warmth against him before twirling you once more, this time bringing you back to face him with his hand finding its place on your waist as he began to waltz you through the kitchen. You rested your head against his shoulder, humming to the music as he swayed you gently. As the music slowed to the end, he dipped you gracefully, getting lost in your soft loving expression. He memorized the look in your eyes and the soft smile only for him. He bent to close the distance, lips ghosting over yours...
He was pulled out of the daydream by the oven timer going off.
He gave a surprised squawk and nearly fell off his perch.
You giggled, the sound bringing him back to the present.
"You alright there, pretty bird? Get a bit distracted?"
His throat was dry and he ruffled his feathers in annoyance, trying to get his bearings back. He gave an indignant caw and flew out of the room, trying to distance himself from what he was feeling. He couldn't be falling for you, right? That would be impossible. But yet... He yearned to finish what he started in that daydream. He felt his nonexistent fingers tingle, his human form just out of reach but inaccessible. he had fallen for you without even realizing it himself.
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Atsuhiro was acutely aware of his feelings now. He had to actively hold himself back from bristling when you talked about guys at work or an attractive actor when you watched tv together. It was made worse when you would poke fun at him with that cute smile and tell him he was the only man for you. Oh if only...
He looked up excitedly as he heard the lock click on the front door, fluttering to the entry table to greet you. He dipped into a low bow as you came in, making a chittery purring noise.
You grinned at the display, dipping your head back at him to imitate the bows. Compress always bowed in greeting to you, but this was more of a dance, especially while paired with the rattling call that dropped from his beak. It was a kind of clacking sound that he used when he was very happy. You had looked it up when he did it for the first time because you were concerned about it. Now, you could see that this was a harmless behavior.
"Awwww, are you flirting with me, pretty bird? Look at you all manners and coos."
"Oh my darling, give me a human form but once more and I'll show you flirting."
He shook his feathers so they puffed out. If crows could smirk, that very expression would adorn his face. How he loved teasing you and imagining your reactions if he had been human. Would you have blushed? Perhaps gain that bashful smile that you used when you got to a super romantic part in a book you were reading?
He made a soft chirping noise and hopped up your arm, settling beside your face and nuzzling against your neck.
"Such a hopeless romantic, my pretty girl." He sighed, relaxing into your touch as you began to stroke his head. "One day, one day I will be able to properly sweep you off your feet."
"Okay, okay charmer!" You giggled, petting him happily. "Now how about you settle down, hmm?"
You set him on your shoulder as you began to put away your work gear. Humming to yourself as you bustled around the apartment.
The cozy mood was broken by your cell phone going off. Compress watched with sadness as your happy mood evaporated upon seeing the caller ID.
You gave him an apologetic smile and set him on the living room counter before disappearing into your room to take the call.
He knew that when you emerged, you would be tired and upset from the constant needling from your family. While he wished he could tell them off for you, there was no way for him to help you in this form. All he could do was offer comfort and his presence once you had hung up.
This call pattern repeated for several days before the calls stopped coming. You seemed so much happier and freer than before. While he was pleased that you were doing better, the sudden lack of phone calls seemed odd to him. He kept that unease tucked away so he could enjoy spending time with you free of distractions.
You were happy to be off the hook but your hasty words to get your mother off your back would come back to bite you sooner rather than later.
A couple of weeks later saw you relaxing with Compress, feeding him berries while you watched the latest magic show you had found for him. He seemed especially excited for them, so you were quick to make it a tradition to watch them together. Your phone rang and you gave him a tight smile and disappeared to your bedroom.
Your words were subdued at first before they rose in volume and urgency.
After a moment of silence, the door to your room swept open. Atsuhiro glanced up to see you a whirlwind of anxious energy.
"They're early! How can they be early?" You were muttering, pacing frantically your face awash in frightened and upset expressions. You paced and then looked around the apartment frantically before beginning to fidget and clean, picking things up and setting them back down as you panicked.
"They said they'd be here in a couple of hours! And they could be here any time now... Oh, oh this isn't good."
You slumped onto the couch with a frustrated groan, hands going up to rub at your eyes.
Atsuhiro fluttered over and perched on your shoulder, nuzzling his small head against your chin, trying to comfort you as best he could.
"Now what's bothering you, my darling?" he asked, hoping his intent shone through the one word he was able to get out.
He cawed quietly, gently pressing his beak against your neck so you paid him more attention.
" I messed up,” You said, stroking the feathers on his head with one of your fingers, the soft texture relaxing you slightly. “My parents are coming to town. They said they wanted to meet my boyfriend. They wouldn't leave me alone about coming back home and how stupid it was to be living alone in a different country, so I had made an imaginary boyfriend to shut them up! It was easy to ignore and make up excuses before…” you swallowed nervously and pressed a kiss to the crow’s head.
“Well… they want to meet him. But this time, they flew here to make sure I couldn’t avoid them.”
Compress made a low sympathetic noise, eased from the slight burn of jealousy at your imaginary boyfriend. This was certainly a dilemma you had woven for yourself. From what he'd overheard over the phone calls, your parents were not going to take no for an answer. They didn't approve of your choices but still felt like they could control your life even in another country. And now they were coming to visit and catch you in your lie. This was not going to be pretty. The misery you exuded was almost palpable. He offered what little comfort he could as you cried quietly, uncertain how you were going to fix this.
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It wasn't long before the dreaded guests arrived. You did your best to remain calm and deflect their questions, watching their reactions with thinly veiled distress.
"I wasn't expecting you so soon. If I had known you were coming I would have spruced the place up more and ensured my love would be home. He's at work at the moment."
Your mother furrowed her eyebrows, not impressed with your excuse.
"Oh? And what does he do? You never did tell us much about this mystery man of yours."
You swallowed nervously.
"He's uh, he's a local hero. Not very popular yet so you won't have heard of him." You flashed a bright smile that bordered on painful.
Atsuhiro couldn't bear to watch you flounder, wishing there was something he could do to help. A strange burning sensation traveled through him as his anxiety for you grew. He could tell that the longer this went on the more upset you became. Your lie was unraveling before your eyes and so too was the peace you had made for yourself in your home in Japan.
As much as he longed to comfort you, he could do nothing to help.
"What a quaint little apartment. Did your boyfriend help you get it? You say he's a hero. If he's not well known, how can he afford to take care of you?"
The questions and tension were getting to you. As your mother questioned every little detail you gave her, digging you further into the hole of the lie you told. You barely registered Atsuhiro flying into your bedroom. You were glad at least one of you would be able to escape the interrogation.
Unbeknownst to you, Compress was facing some discomfort of his own.
Atsuhiro felt an almost bubbly feeling envelop him. Liquid light flowed through his veins, tingles spreading all over him. The sensation was just bordering on unbearable before it all stopped. He sucked in a deep breath eyes snapping open to a view much different than the one he had just had.
It was with awe that he realized his human form had been returned to him. Flexing his fingers, he carefully brought them up to his face, feeling the smooth texture of skin instead of feathers. He was human once more. And, judging by the draft that assaulted him, he was also naked. He stood, carefully getting used to his longer limbs and the balance that had to be relearned.
He cautiously focused, summoning up his quirk. All these months without it had grated on him. Having so much disappear from his grasp in the span of one day had been a horrible experience. He gasped raggedly as the coin he’d found on the floor suddenly was replaced with a shining blue sphere.
He would have laughed out loud if not for the sudden reminder of where he was. The muffled conversation could be heard from the adjacent room, your voice sounding anxious and uncomfortable.
He focused and drew up one of his marbles. A gross practice, but useful nonetheless. Luckily, he always had a spare change of clothes compressed should he need to do a quick change and throw his enemies off his trail. This served him well as he rapidly decompressed it and pulled it on. He couldn’t meet your parents in the nude, after all, what kind of impression would that send? Besides, as confident as he was, he’d rather meet you in his human form with an appearance befit of a gentleman.
He tousled his hair, reluctantly leaving his mask and balaclava behind as he approached the door. His hand hesitated over the knob for a brief moment before he opened the door.
“Ah, darling!,” he strode into the room, taking in your shocked expression before sitting beside you and taking your hand offering a wink before facing your parents, “ Sorry about being late, I had wanted to surprise you, but it appears you were expecting company.” He offered his hand to your parents.
“Sorry for the intrusion. You must be (Y/N)’s parents.”
You continued to watch the stranger in absolute disbelief. Not only was this strange man inviting himself into your home, but he was also charming your parents into believing your lie, which you were quite certain he had no reason for knowing in the first place.
You let him talk for a while, trying to get your bearings. The idea of letting the ruse continue was very tempting, but you were also slightly terrified. Who on earth was this man?
Compress noticed your discomfort, and without missing a beat squeezed your hand lightly in reassurance. His thumb smoothed over your knuckles and you began to debate if he had some kind of calming quirk as you felt some of the tension leave you, but you quickly dismissed that thought at the remembrance of your own canceling quirk.
“I’m dreadfully sorry to ask this after you’ve come all this way, but might I steal (Y/N) away for a moment? I do believe my coming in unannounced after my absence as well as the influx of family has quite overwhelmed her. I merely ask for a moment of her time in private.”
Compress smiled sincerely at your parents as he asked, shooting you a concerned and pitying look. Your parents, already enamored with him, nodded their agreement. They declared that they still needed to go check into their hotel, so they would leave you both to reconnect.
As soon as the front door swung closed, Compress was facing you and fussing over you.
“Oh darling, I’m terribly sorry for startling you so.”
You put up a hand to slow any more fretting questions.
“Let me make this clear, I have my phone primed to call the police, so you’re going to cooperate and tell me what’s going on right now, you hear me?”
Shock filled his face before a wide grin took its place.
“Ah, darling, how I love your fire, what a joy to experience it firsthand.” He swept off his hat and bowed to you.
“Very well, my dear. My name is Mr.compress, however…” He looked up at you, taking your free hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, “You may know me as Atsuhiro, or would you prefer a more personal moniker?”
He quirked an eyebrow, mischief shooting across his face as he straightened.
“ I do recall you seemed fond of calling me ‘charmer' and 'pretty bird’, though the phrase only partially fits now…"
You watched, mouth agape as you began connecting the insane dots.
“That’s a pretty poor joke, stalker boy.” You grit out, suddenly angry at his cocky attitude.
Compress paused, expression softening.
“I do assure you, my dear (Y/N), what you’re considering is possible, and was what occurred. I will answer any question you have, for I would do anything to ease the mind of my beloved.”
“Beloved? Sir, what you’re implying is insane. You’re trying to tell me, that you were my bird for the better part of a year? That call button is looking very tempting at this point.”
“Ask me anything, and I will answer to the best of my abilities. I assure you, I would not lie to you, of all people. After all, it is you who saved me time and again, you were the one who rescued me from that pet shop after all. You enchanted me on that first meeting, curtsying to a simple crow, how charming.”
You pulled your hand away from your phone at that last couple of words. How did he know about your meeting with your beloved pet? Sure, many could guess where you got your bird, but no one except Inko would have known about your first interaction.
“If you’re my pet, then how are you human now? That should not be possible.”
Compress chuckled, although the laugh did not hold much mirth.
“That was the result of an unfortunate quirk accident. On an outing, I crossed paths with the caster and he was affected by a new quirk-enhancing drug. Caught in the crossfire with him and the heroes, I was struck with the unpredictable quirk.”
You didn’t notice you had relaxed next to him, listening intently.
“And that turned you into an animal? Why didn’t it wear off sooner?”
“Now that, my dear, is the question! Why now?”
He sat beside you, excitement beginning to build as he broached his theory to you.
“I believe it’s all because of you. In my time in your home, I have come to care deeply about you.”
Your cheeks darkened at the casualness of his confession. While you knew him as a bird, seeing Atsuhiro as a human, and a very attractive one at that, made the statement all the more flustering. It didn’t help that he chose that moment to gently tilt your chin up with his thumb and forefinger.
“And that care, that love, was what made it possible to shift back. I noticed your earlier distress, and would have done anything if I could comfort or fix it for you.” He grinned, “My being human, would have been able to help the woman I love. And thus… I was able to come back to my true form.”
You melted a little in his grip as you stared into his brown eyes, overwhelmed, but also charmed. He seemed to love you… and his story didn’t seem as far-fetched as you would have originally thought. Still, it would take some time.
You firmly took his wrists, holding them in place as he moved his grip to cup your cheeks, thumbs lightly brushing your cheekbones.
“Alright, say I believe this story… It doesn’t change the fact that I only know you as a bird. If this is to work, we’re going to have to go on some dates. I need to know about Atsuhiro the man, not the bird.”
He grinned and kissed your forehead.
“I'd be absolutely delighted”
You let yourself smile, leaning into his touch. This could work. While this was a new experience for you, there was magically no doubt that you would easily fall in love with this fascinating man.
#reader insert#bnha x reader#bnha#mha#bnha x y/n#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#x reader#mha x reader#bnha x you#mr compress#sako atsuhiro#mha compress#mha sako atsuhiro#bnha compress#mha mr compress#bnha mr compress#mr compress x reader#sako atsuhiro x reader#compress x reader#compress x you#mr compress x you#sako atsuhiro x you
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Hey, hello. Any chance I can get a nsfw hc or a confession of love with mr Compress? (Or both) 😁
I love this man so much.
YES ugh i love him so much too you have no idea 😭💕
i started writing this as general / romantic headcanons before realizing you asked for NSFW so uh, surprise! you got so much more content now! SDKFJHSDF blame (or praise) my adhd for not fuckin comprehending the entire question first
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Mr. Compress General / Romantic / NSFW headcanons
This post contains NSFW content, so minors DNI! [not to mention mans is like, 32 yrs old so y'all shouldn't be shipping urself w/ him anyway]
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General
This man is eccentric - that's a fact. So of course he’s likely to talk with big flowery words and large hand gestures to accentuate his topic of conversation - regardless of how much or little needed to be said
Like I said, he talks with his hands, A LOT, and he also likes to walk around or pace while he talks as well
Probably has ADHD but that’s likely just me projecting lmao
Obviously a theatre guy, adores musicals and old fashioned plays
If he were to have a Spotify it would be full of musical theater show tunes, both modern and retro
Everyone says he’s inept at technology, but I say that's just modern tech. He’s got an old laptop, a CD player, an old MP3 player (filled with musical show tunes and other indie stuff), and of course: a Nokia
He has a modern smartphone courtesy of the League, but he only uses it for phone calls and texts since he has no idea how nor want to use anything else on it unless necessary
Somehow both a fashion icon and disaster. Theatre kids, y’know?
Really only calls himself an old man due to the fact he talks like he just got transported from the Victorian era; because seriously, being in your 30s is not at all old
Despite always having his face covered, he takes great care in his complexion and appearance. Lots of skincare products, lotions, soaps, creams, etc.
Before the whole ordeal with the League, he would always join a community theater as a hobby! He adored doing silly little play sketches for charity or volunteering as a drama coach. He even directed some small local plays himself! (Under a pseudonym, of course)
Romantic
I headcanon him as gay, or at the very least bi/pan with a strong lean towards men
Love language is words of affirmation and gift giving! I mean, he’s such a talker that his love for speech is bound to extend to his partner. And he’s a master thief, so of course he’s going to steal only the best for his lover. They just have to say the word, and it’s in front of them the next day
Such a romantic, in the most classy yet extravagant way. Romantic candle lit dinner? Of course! But it’s at the top of the tallest building in the city with a gorgeous view of the moonlit ocean and bustling city all at once
Will absolutely do the cheesy magician move of pulling flowers out of his sleeve or hat and bows as he presents them to his partner, and no matter how many times he does this - which is at LEAST twice a week - his partner will always find it so charming
His partner will hopefully be willing to deal with his criminal record that only continues to grow, because he doesn’t plan on stopping
And if his partner wishes or does work alongside him as a thief/League villain? Incredible! Romantic! It’s like a Bonnie and Clyde type duo!
Just as long as his partner understands that he can and WILL compress them into a marble if things get too dangerous
Doesn’t often get jealous, or at least doesn’t make it obvious. When it IS obvious, it’s honestly adorable because he gets so pouty and clingy. Might even purposefully put on his frowning mask just to make a point, especially if his partner still hasn’t noticed how awfully and truly upset and ignored he is :’(
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Below here are the NSFW headcanons!
NSFW
Tops and bottoms equally, but leans towards service dom most times. However, it’s VERY easy to get him into a submissive, begging mess
With a few well placed touches and hushed words whispered in his ear, his partner can have them as putty in their hands
While he’s a romantic and would prefer being slow and intimate, he’s also secretly into quickies and fast, yet passionate sex
His kinks are a little all over the place and in some cases a bit strange. While he’s into more mainstream stuff like sensory play and roleplay, he’s also into things like frotting, clothed sex, semi-public sex, consensual exhibitionism, orgies, hands-free orgasms, using quirks during sex, all that sorta stuff
More than willing to wear the mask during sex - loves the sense of mystery it can bring
Before he was with his partner, he was super into alley quickies with complete strangers
Buzzed/drunk sex is something he likes, just with how often he drinks wine or champagne
#bnha x reader#mr. compress x reader#mha x reader#mr. compress#sako atsuhiro#sako atsuhiro x reader#bnha#mha#x reader#dame writes#mr. compress headcanons#nsft#minors dni#smut
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for the flashbang, compress and resist?
You don’t know him. You don’t even recognize him, and you feel like you should. The top hat and cane? The coat and gloves? The mask, with it’s dizzying array of shadows that - are they moving?
You sway in place, staring, though with every rhythmic beat of your heart, it feels as if you should be doing something. Remembering.
“Take my hand,” he says, stepping up onto the edge of the building, coat snapping in the breeze. He turns in place, the better to face you, gloved fingers delicately splayed as he waits for you to listen.
Your name, called in a panic, full of warning reaches you from somewhere very far off.
“I-”
“We must be going, really, or the finale will be... rather lackluster, don’t you think?” He waggles his fingers, not impatient, but expecting and though you’re certain you shouldn’t take it, you can’t find it within you to resist. Your palms meet, and then you’re standing with him, balanced precariously on the edge of the roof, his arm looped around your waist, your fingers curled in the V of his waistcoat. He smells faintly of something sharp and minty, and he hums, pleased when you rest your forehead against his shoulder.
“Welcome!” He calls out, and you feel welcomed, comfortable, even though you know he isn’t speaking to you. “You’ve made it just in time, and have been a most engaging crowd! Unfortunately, all good things must end, and the time has come for us to take a bow.”
Once more, your name echoes, but it’s lost in the sudden rush of wind, pushed away by his arms encircling you, his coat fluttering against your legs. You don’t know him, you remember that.
But you will.
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Magic Man
Summary: Who was once a failing magician, ended up finding the spark he needed in the worst way.
How Atsuhiro Sako became the villain called Mr. Compress.
A/N: Major character death, abuse of authority, origin story, unemployment, murder, violence.
If you are sensitive to these things, please avoid!
Once again, Atsuhiro walks off the stage in shame. This is the second time he was booed. A showman with tricks is always welcomed. At least it was until lately. He cannot figure out what went wrong! Is it the obviousness of his quirk? Making things magically appear can be tricky to figure out. Then again, in today's world, anything can be explained.
No one believes in magic anymore. Especially with quirks running around. Sighing, he goes home and silently hopes he doesn’t see the lovely you, his dearest friend. He opens the door to his apartment and smells pancakes. That can only mean two things: you broke in and he is out of ingredients for everything else.
Atsuhiro comes from behind you and wraps his arms around your middle. Humming in acknowledgement, you rub the top of his head. After asking how he is, your affectionate friend cannot say. It doesn’t take the smartest person to figure out what happened.
“Don’t worry, magic man," A nickname you gave him years ago that stuck ever since. It fit him greatly since he became a magician and didn't just use it for a hobby. "Everything will be okay!” Your voice is reassuring as hell. It always is. Sometimes he wishes you were honest about your feelings about him.
How long has he carried a torch for you? Do you feel the same? He is quite the loser, so no way could you be experiencing the butterflies that soar within him when he knows you’re there. He doesn't even need to see you for him to feel this way. Luckily, his ways of being affectionate towards you is welcomed. An excuse to hold you without it being too forward.
It is embarrassing to hope that you’d give him the time of day.
“Out of stuff?” He asks without removing himself from your body. “Yes. But don’t worry,” There you go again. “I made pancakes! And there is honey, just how you like them.” Handing him a plate with a smile, you go back to flipping more for yourself.
Another thing about you: you serve him food first whenever you see him. Not just with food either. It's with everything. To him, it shows how much you are covering yourself. Your lack of honesty can be suffocating at times. Be selfish, be honest! It's okay to complain to me.
He sits down and doesn’t touch a thing. Atsuhiro waits for you as always. A few seconds later, you sit in front of him and cover your pancakes with the sweet gold. It was something you picked up from him over the years.
The two of you eat in silence for what feels like forever. There is something in the air, something unsaid that he is a little leery against. “Buddy, what do you think of me helping you out?”
There it is.
“I am getting a promotion and I want to help you.” He wants you to be honest, to be free from those chains of yours because you spare him. But why does this sting? Is it the embarrassment?
“No.”
“Don’t be prideful. There isn’t anything wrong with a woman working.” There truly isn’t. This is not about that though. This is about his own pride and failure. You working extra to support him is leaving a bitterness in his chest. “I know there isn’t. It’s not about that.”
“Then what?” You put your last bite in your mouth. Your eyes trail to the last pancake. Quickly you look away and try to start the conversation again. Of course, you save the last for him. Yes, you have your own place and food. However, you sitting here in front of him hungry creates a frustration like no other. Not at you, but the situation. It feels like salt rubbing into the wound. He knows you mean well. You always do.
He feels like screaming. He takes the pancake and places it on your plate. “Eat.”
“You’re still hungry-”
“Eat it. I’m not hungry.”
“It’ll be fine.” You grab his hand and squeeze it. "Besides, I don't even live here. You don't need to feed me." Looking up at him with such wonder reminds him of how you met. In his younger years he was performing tricks on the street. There were a few people in his audience but none of them held such a look. Complete awe of him, not towards his great-great grandfather. No, just him. You clapped and cheered him on. Doing that was amazingly flattering.
He gets up from the table and puts the last bit of honey on your fluffy pancake. Atsuhiro cuts it up and puts a piece in your mouth. Then he says, “If you want to, then fine.”
As much as it bothers him because of it feeling like a testament of his failure, he won’t let you go through this. If you are willing to work harder for his sake, then why should he make it harder for you by not helping? Soon, he will look for a proper job. When he does, you won't have to worry about him anymore.
At night, when it is time for bed and for the moon to shine, you wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his back. His heart flutters in his chest. “I don’t regret you, never forget that.”
He removes himself for a moment and gets on his knees so he can bury his face in your middle. “You’re my goddess. Forgive me for it all.” He hears a slight gasp. He has always been affectionate, so you have gotten quite used to it. Though the declaration is on another level of sweetness. Being viewed as a deity to a dear friend is a lot to think about.
“Always.”
He applies for job after job. No one is biting.
Every time he is rejected, he remembers his grandfather telling him about his grandfather. How the great villain was capable of doing wonderous things, like Robin Hood. How the man was liberated and yet kind; loved and respected but fearsome.
He always looked up to his great-great grandfather. Their quirks are so similar too. What he didn’t like was how people thought of him. Since he is a little older, he lets their opinions go; whether good or bad.
One more time, he thinks. If one more job denies him, he has no reservations then. You'll understand. He won’t kill anyone, hopefully. Atsuhiro can’t imagine the face you would make if you discovered blood on his character. The knowledge of him murdering someone would devastate you. Crimes like murder could ruin the relationship.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t know then...” He mutters.
Thinking about his plan b has him remembering when he told you of his heritage. Only that he came from a villain and a family that supported the man’s rampage. You said you held nothing against him. In fact, what you had responded with is: 'How can you blame the child for the sins of his father?'
Atsuhiro admired you for that. It made him feel good that you didn’t judge or compare him. How many times did people realize who he was related to and cursed him? It was always hero fans, too. Always, it is the hero society that scorns who they consider the lesser beings. Although he has never committed an illegal act, he has had a horrible experience with heroes.
Atsuhiro takes a deep breath. That ill feeling still lingers about that. It has been-what?- twenty years or so?
Cracking his neck, he goes home after another turn down. Sucking his teeth, Atsuhiro is done.
You don’t come over. Hunched over his table, he fixes a mask out of the material he had from a spare costume then paints it white with a basic design in black. Shoving his feet into his boots, he takes one last look in the mirror. It is his stage costume he always wears for shows. An orangish button up with a vest, and a hat to top it off. Something fun that grabs the attention of the audience.
Might as well wear it now. Leaving his house, he turns off the lights.
His plan is simple. Just rob a couple of people! Nothing extreme or totally dangerous. Before he can walk up to an unsuspecting man, he sees where the mister’s line of sight was. A crime scene that was littered with heroes and officers. Not too long after does he recognize the place.
Your job.
Ripping off his mask, he runs to it. Atsuhiro grabs people to look at their face, hoping one is you. They complain about him as he quickly searches for you. The ambulance carries a couple of crying nobodies that tell of the horrific crime. A rogue hero lost his temper and crashed the place.
Then, Atsuhiro sees you on the ground. Still behind the yellow tape, he pushes past people to get to you. No, no, it can't be you! Not now. Not here. Not like this. As soon as he touches the tape, a hero in blue grabs your shirt, easily lifting you off the ground. “Ain’t this a pretty pity?”
Your neck cannot support your head. It dangles and your eyes meet his hazel ones. You don’t blink or move.
“I love you.” Is what you mouth. Atsuhiro screams that you’re still alive. The hero carrying you so disrespectfully, whips around. Whether it was unintentional or not, that action caused you to hit your head on debris, letting out a sickening crunch.
“Oh shit.”
“It’s whatever. This cannot go out to the public anyway.” An official says next to him. The hero looks down with a sad face. The man in blue tights lifts you up higher and carries you bridal style. As if that is supposed to help anyone.
That is how you were taken from him. By heroes that didn’t give a damn about anyone but themselves. But you, oh you...are something totally different. Patient, kind, the love of his life. His greatest friend. And he never got to tell you he loved you. That you were the reason for his every breath. He lived just for the sight of you. Messy or clean, clumsy or graceful, it never mattered. Dolled up or not, you were a goddess for mankind. It was an honor to have been so close to you.
You're dead, aren't you?
And you loved him too.
Later, your family collected your remains. He attended the service and left without a word.
Weeks, later did he find his laugh. Atsuhiro stood on several stages and performed without a boo from the crowd. This wasn't what he wanted. No, he wanted another form of audience. One that causes him to itch and claw his chest. A scream in his throat that he can't place.
Before he struggled with performing. Could your death have been the cause for this extra flair? The confidence and commanding presence of his is new. He was never shy but he wasn't bold.
Now, his work has changed. And he hates it.
On the news, your death was not covered. The incident went without acknowledgement. The temperamental hero was not dealt with publicly or at all. Your family never got closure for your death. No one has. However, Atsuhiro got information in immoral ways covered in blood. The hero that killed you shared an agency with the other. Apparently, both are on sabbatical. Fortunately, it was nothing for him to find both of them.
Knot and Fury, are their names. Completely tacky. Fury stands by his name as he is easy to set off while Knot had a squeaky-clean record. Atsuhiro doesn’t believe that for a second. The way Knot handled you said it all.
First, Atsuhiro wants to deal with them, then the agency. How irresponsible could they have been? Do heroes not check up on themselves? Letting bastards like them run the streets is insane.
He stalks the one that was in blue, Knot. The one that killed you. Don’t misunderstand, it is possible that you were a dead person anyway; that isn’t the issue. The issue is that he did kill you. This so called hero grabbed you without a care, didn’t even attempt to save you, killed you, and of course, instead of helping you the gross bastard commented on your looks.
Pretty pity. Knot had said that to you. Who does that?!
Atsuhiro watches him enter Fury’s obnoxious looking house. So, Atsuhiro waits for them to have a sense of security. Why not? Surely that is how you felt when you saw them. Believed you were safe until terror struck.
Finally, a few hours later, he enters the unlocked house to deal with them. Lounging around with beer, the two say nothing. Knot has his head down, almost like he is ashamed. But Atsuhiro does not believe him. Fury is frowning and tapping his finger on the couch.
Fearlessly, Atsuhiro comes before them with his mask on.
“We know why.” And he did it. Painfully, slowly, and happily.
The same day, he had arrived at the agency with a lighter load on his shoulders and a pep in his step. Knowing that he done a public service is a nice feeling. Vengeance for your poor soul was almost complete.
Should the agency suffer from their sins? Maybe not. Then again, they knew of the duo's crooked ways. They knew of your murder and yet they let them go. Where was your justice? Or everyone else's that were present at the time? Why is there so much corruption?
With an exaggerated panache, he appears before the majority of the agency. Releasing marbles of various objects, people scream. He laughs and smiles at the chaos. This is a performance of a lifetime. One question pops up and only once: his name.
“Dearie, I'm Mr. Compress.”
It is a fitting name for a magic man like himself.
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I saw your matchmaking was open! No pressure but, I'm looking for an MHA match up! I'll put some info about me.
I have blond hair to my armpits with bangs, blue eyes, I'm 5'4. I typically dress in more dresses or hyper feminine. I like to wear my hair in bubble braids or pigtails, sometimes both.
I'm going into film and directing, and I am a cheerleader, on the dance team and in track for extra curriculars. I like being theatre kid too, I love putting in shows for the crowds and playing a character.
My biggest passion really is films, I love creating new videos, to me it's an art form and I've loved it since like junior high. Though I can go on stage and do a play or give speeches, I am more on the shy side when one-on-one, I struggle to know what to say when I'm not going by a script, afraid I'll say the wrong thing. I play the guitar, mainly rock music, since rock and metal are what I listen too.
I have IED(Intermittent explosive disorder) and I struggle with night terrors, so I'd love someone understanding when it comes to that.
I'm not sure what else to put, but I'm an extrovert, I like being in crowds, just need a little time to warm up. I like going to the gym and working out. But I really do mostly spend my time doing anything with directory(ect, watching films, coming up with ideas, making mini-movies)
My biggest pet peeve is like-people who are constantly on their phones. Like always taking pictures or videos to post and not actually enjoying what's happening. Or people who brag about how high their snapscore is and how many followers they have.
No pressure to answer this!
Hello and thank you so much for your request! I am sorry that this took so long to get too but we are finally here! I do so hope that you like your request! I wasn't sure if you wanted romantic or platonic so I went with a romantic request!
Tw: None
I match you with........
Sako Atsuhiro (aka, Mr. Compress)
He was the very first person that came to mind as I was reading over your information and he stuck like a leech with all of the possibilities that would come from this stunning man.
Sako is a showman, that much is very known as we have seen throughout the episodes that we have seen him in.After he hears of your love of film and creating your own mini-movies, oh he was beyond thrilled.
You wouldn't mind him shadowing you right? He could provide some very helpful insight.
On a serious note, he absolutely loves this talent of yours. Oh how creative you must be when you come up with all of these ideas.
(He gets you a nice little journal to pen down your thoughts when they come to you)
His quirk comes in hand as well when it comes to your hobbies. He will merely compress down what would be needed and carry it around with him, bringing it out when you need it and once finished, it is back to being compressed and into his pocket.
With your night terrors, he is certainly there the moment that he hears anything is wrong.
Being a villain, he has had his fair share of them after everything he has seen, but right now, his attention is on you.
After having your permission, he will lay down next to you, gently soothing you. You can tell him what plagues you or not, whatever you are more comfortable with, it will not bother him. All he cares for is your well being.
On days where there are no missions that he needs to be on, he will don a disguise and slip into the city with you, perhaps to take you shopping for more of those beautiful dresses that you love.
Overall, he is a very attentive partner. One who encourages what it is that you love with such a passion in his voice and a fire in his eyes. You are his perfect muse and he will forever protect and cherish you.
Thank you for your request!!
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The Dark Carnival Chapter 2: Mr. Compress x Reader
AU fic about the League of Villains as members of a 1920’s traveling circus/carnival, and everywhere they go, people tend to disappear. Each chapter will feature a new Reader getting mixed up with one of the members. This is a dark fanfic so please don’t expect happy endings!
Smut. 18+. Gore. Blood. Death. Consensual Sex (lots of it). Very long fic.
On the first night the carnival was in town, you arrived early with your father to be given a tour of the grounds. A man with white hair and strange red eyes met the two of you at the entrance, bowing in a dramatic way.
“Welcome to our carnival, sir. And thank you again for allowing us to use your property.”
Your father looked at the man as if he were filth, and walked on through the hastily erected gate. “You can thank me by making sure I get my cut of the profits,” your father said while regarding the grounds with a look of mild disgust.
You followed his gaze, looking over the carnival rides alight with colors, the booths where people could play games like throwing darts at balloons, the carts selling street foods you’d never heard of, and several weathered but still vibrant tents of varying sizes clustered in the middle of the area.
The food smelled delicious, completely overtaking the faint smell of earth that you’d detected outside the gate. The rides were moving despite being empty, apparently going through last minute checks before the carnival was opened to the public. Carnival workers were running back and forth, finishing up preparations.
That’s when a young man collided with your father, a large bucket of water in his hands spilling onto your father’s suit. The young man fell onto the ground, but quickly scrambled to his feet. “I’m so sorry, sir! I wasn’t looking where I was going!”
“How dare you!” your father roared, glaring at the young man who took two steps back in fear. “This suit is worth more than your pathetic life!”
“Father, calm down,” you said, but he didn’t seem to hear you. He raised his arm to strike the young man, but suddenly another man was beside him, holding his arm still.
The newcomer wore a flamboyant outfit in bright red, glitter and sequins adorning the fabric. He had thick, wavy dark hair and even darker eyes. “No violence allowed at the carnival, sir,” he said in a cheerful tone, positioning himself between your father and the young man. He snapped his fingers and a long stem rose appeared in his hand, which he reached toward your father. “Here, have a souvenir!”
Your father jerked his arm free of the man’s grasp and then slapped the rose out of the man’s hand. “Don’t touch me, you filthy carnie!”
The man shrugged and snapped his fingers again, producing another rose. This one he handed to you with a wink. You took it happily, surprised that he could remain so calm even when faced with your father’s wrath. There was something about the mischievous gleam in those dark eyes that captivated you.
Another carnival worker had approached and given your father a towel, but his already sour mood had worsened. “Come on,” he said to you, “let’s go.”
You glanced back at the man who’d given you the rose. He smiled at you as he pulled a red glittery mask from his pocket and placed it over his eyes. You turned to your father and said, “Is it alright if I stay for a while and enjoy the carnival?”
Your father’s harsh expression softened as he looked at you. “You’re an adult now. Why don’t you stay and keep an eye on things for me?”
It seemed obvious that he just wanted you to feel important, but you appreciated the sentiment. He pressed a wad of money into your hand. “Have a good time. I’ll send someone to get you later tonight.”
You kissed your father’s cheek and waved goodbye as he left, then turned around to look over your many options. The front gate had opened and townspeople had begun filing in, then scattering in all directions to enjoy the various attractions. Children ran toward the ferris wheel, an older couple was buying a sweet fried treat covered in sugar, and a teenage boy was throwing darts, trying to win a large stuffed animal for the girl beside him.
The carnival was amazing, but a bit daunting. Though you were an adult now, you’d grown up sheltered and, if you were honest, a bit pampered. You’d never been given the freedom to roam around a place like this. You suspected your father allowed it because you were still on his property, and the carnival workers knew who you were, so were unlikely to bother you.
To start with, you bought a few tickets and rode a couple of the rides, enjoying the thrill and the night air rushing through your hair. You ate a hotdog, then played a game in which you tossed rings and tried to land them on the necks of glass bottles. You were spectacularly bad at it, but you had fun nonetheless.
As you passed by a medium-sized tent, you caught a glimpse of red sparkly clothing and stepped back to get a better look. You pulled back the flap of the tent entrance and saw the man from before standing on a small stage. He was setting up various items beside him, but looked up and noticed you hovering in the entranceway.
“You can come in,” he called, “I’m just setting up for the magic show.”
You hesitated for a moment, then walked on in. “You’re a magician?”
He grinned and snapped his fingers. An entire bouquet of flowers appeared in his hand. “The great Sako Atsuhiro, at your service!”
You smiled and approached the stage. You reached up to take the bouquet he was holding out toward you, but at the last second it vanished into thin air and you grabbed hold of his empty hand instead. He pulled you up onto the stage, and you stumbled as your feet adjusted to the rough wooden boards. Atsuhiro caught you in his arms before you could fall, and suddenly your bodies were pressed against each other, his warmth seeping into you.
You looked up at his face, and he gave you a heated look. You blushed and looked away. This was the closest you’d been to a man you weren’t related to, and it was a little embarrassing.
He made sure you were steady on your feet before releasing you and going back to work on setting up the stage. “Would you like to be my assistant?” he asked over his shoulder as he assembled a large wooden box that looked like an upright coffin.
“Assistant?”
“For every performance, I use an assistant from the audience. Someone I can make disappear or saw in half.”
You frowned. “That doesn’t sound very pleasant.”
He laughed and turned to face you. “It’s all magic, my dear. You’d also be there to confirm I’m not using wires or strings or other such trickery.”
“But… isn’t it all trickery?”
He moved closer to you and smiled. “Of course it is. But the audience doesn’t need to know that. So will you do it? My shows always do best when I have a beautiful young lady assisting me.”
You blushed again. He thought you were beautiful? In that moment, you decided to take him up on the offer. It sounded like fun, actually. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
He grinned. “Great! Sit in the front row. When the show starts, I’ll ask for volunteers from the audience. Raise your hand and I’ll pick you.”
You nodded, and he gently took your hand to help you down the small set of steps leading off the stage. You left the tent, then waited nearby for the carnival barker to begin yelling for people to come watch the magic show. You bought a ticket, then went inside along with several other people. You took a seat in the front, and tried to calm your frantically beating heart. You’d never been part of a show before, so you were quite nervous.
After all the seats in the audience were full, the lights in the tent were extinguished until only a few remained on the stage, where a deep purple curtain had been lowered. After a few minutes of tension, the curtain raised, revealing Atsuhiro in his mask. He strode across the stage, introducing himself and making grand promises of amazing and mystical feats to come.
Finally, he stepped toward the front edge of the stage and said, “I need a lovely assistant to aid me this evening. Do I have any volunteers from the audience?”
You raised your hand instantly, then worried that you would appear too eager. You looked behind you to find that almost every adult woman in the audience had their hand raised as well. They were all looking up at Atsuhiro with shining eyes and blushing faces, looking desperate to be chosen. You didn’t blame them. Atsuhiro was very handsome and incredibly charming.
He looked out over the crowd as if trying to decide who to choose. For a moment, you felt a stab of fear. What if he didn’t choose you? What if he was playing a mean trick on you? Just as you were about to lower your hand, he looked straight at you and said, “You there, in the blue dress, front row! Step up here, please!”
You exhaled a breath of relief and stood up, smoothing your dress as you approached the steps leading up to the stage. Atsuhiro met you there and extended his hand. You took it, and he helped you up, your dainty sandals making a clicking sound on the wooden steps.
He led you to the center of the stage and, still holding your hand in his, turned to the audience. “Let’s have a round of applause for my beautiful assistant for this evening!”
The audience clapped, though you noticed that several women were glaring at you as if you’d been caught kissing their boyfriends. You smiled to the crowd, feeling a little bit special.
For the next hour, you stood on the stage with Atsuhiro and did exactly as he told you. Once you had to inspect a black silk top hat to ensure that it was empty. Once you waved your arms over a chair to show the audience that no strings were attached to it. Once he told you to put your hands in his various pockets to make sure he had nothing in them, and your cheeks burned as your hands slipped in and out of his clothes, necessitating that you stood right up against him. You realized that he smelled good, like sandalwood and citrus.
Finally, Atsuhiro led you over to the large wooden box in the center of the stage. “For my final act, I shall make this lovely lady disappear!”
He opened the box, the front panel swinging forward to reveal the empty wooden case. He gestured for you to step inside, so you did. He stepped up to you and reached inside to pat the walls, though his hand grazed over your breasts as he did so. “This is sturdy oak! My dear, give us a jump to show how strong the wood is.”
You felt a little silly, but you jumped up and down a few times, your heels making a racket on the wood. When he was close enough, you whispered, “What do I do?”
Atsuhiro didn’t look at you as he whispered back, “You’ll see.”
He closed the box, casting you into total darkness. You could hear him walking around the box, occasionally tapping the sides of it with a cane. After one particular tap on the back, you heard a faint click, and a dim light appeared beneath your feet. You realized that part of the bottom of the box had cracked open. You had barely enough room to reach down and pull up a wooden panel that matched the rest of the box.
Beneath the open panel, the tiny light illuminated what appeared to be another box, this one padded. It had to be under the stage itself. You realized then what you were supposed to do. The box under you was horizontal instead of upright, and the opening the panel revealed was small. Would you even fit? You had to try, and judging by what you were hearing from Atsuhiro, you didn’t have much time!
You stepped one foot down into the lower box, carefully and quietly. Luckily the padding prevented your heels from making noise. As you placed your other foot inside and squirmed into position in the second box, you dress was shoved up to your waist, and you had no room to fix it. You curled up in the box as best you could and then closed the panel behind you.
You could hear Atsuhiro open the wooden box on stage. You could also hear cheers from the audience. The trick must have been a success! But soon after, once the excitement wore off, you began to feel claustrophobic while crammed into the tiny space beneath the stage. Should you open the panel and try to climb back out? You doubted you had room to. And what if some lingering audience members saw you emerge? Difficult as it was, you decided to wait and trust Atsuhiro to get you out when he was ready.
Several more minutes passed, and then you felt the entire box you were in being pulled across the ground. There was a rope attached to one end, and Atsuhiro used it to pull you out from under the stage, at the back. That’s when you realized the box you were in was made of glass, with the sides and top completely clear. Atsuhiro stood over the box, looking down at you, his mask gone.
You remembered then that you must look horribly indecent, your dress up around your waist, your thighs and panties on display. You twisted in the box in an attempt to cover yourself, and Atsuhiro grinned. “Oh? Is Sleeping Beauty stirring?”
You reddened when you heard his voice. Didn’t the prince wake Sleeping Beauty up with a kiss? The thought sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. Did you want him to kiss you?
Instead of opening the small panel you’d crawled down through, he released a latch on the side and lifted the whole top up, just like a coffin. He reached his hand toward you. “I’m sorry you had to wait a little while. I had to wait for the crowd to clear out. Are you alright?”
You took his hand and he gently pulled you to your feet. “I’m alright,” you told him, stepping out of the box with his assistance. As your feet hit the ground, he pulled you closer to him, until your bodies touched. You looked up at him, his face inches from yours. You did want him to kiss you. More than anything.
“You did a wonderful job,” he told you. “Would you like to be my assistant for every show tonight?”
The thrill those words sent coursing through you could never be described. You nodded excitedly. “Yes, I’d love to!”
And so the night continued. You assisted him during several more shows, each following the same pattern. You were no longer nervous about being in the glass box, and you felt like you were getting more skilled at slipping into it quickly and quietly.
Between shows, the two of you took breaks backstage and chatted. You loved Atsuhiro’s friendly, easy-going nature and the way he touched you gently yet casually. Everyone had always been afraid to touch you, knowing who your father was. But Atsuhiro didn’t seem to fear the man at all.
After the last show of the night, Atsuhiro helped you out of the glass box for the final time. You didn’t want it to end, but what could you do to stop it?
As he held your arm until you steadied yourself, he pulled off his mask with his free hand and said, “Would you like to do this again tomorrow night?”
Your heart nearly burst. “I can?”
He smiled and leaned in close to you. “I would be honored, my dear, to have such a beautiful assistant again.”
His face was close to yours, and you thought he might actually kiss you then. You looked up at him, your cheeks flushed, and said, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
He leaned even closer, his lips almost brushing yours, and then he pulled away, ushering you over to the full length mirror he’d been using to check his costume and mask between shows. He turned you to face the mirror, him standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders.
“Look at yourself. You’re a rare beauty, but you’re like a rose that’s had a glass case placed over it to preserve it. You should be free to express yourself, and to let others appreciate that beauty, if you desire.”
You were blushing more than ever, your breaths coming more quickly as his hands slowly slid down your arms, pulling the straps of your dress with them. Your breath hitched as the fabric slipped down, under your full breasts, exposing them. You’d never shown them to any man, but somehow you weren’t afraid, even as his hands moved around to softly grope them. You sighed in pleasure, watching his hands work, occasionally meeting his gaze in the mirror.
He moved his hands lower, pushing your dress down over your hips so that it pooled at your feet. Now you did feel embarrassed as he looked at the reflection of your white lace panties. Then he looked you in the eyes as he pushed one hand down the front of those panties and massaged your most private place. You gasped as you felt one finger slip inside and stroke your clit. In the mirror, you could see the shape of his hand through the thin fabric, could watch it move as he kneaded and squeezed.
You suddenly felt weak as you felt a growing wetness under his touch. His other hand was still working at your breast, now rubbing your nipple between his thumb and finger. You realized you were moaning softly, though the sounds you were making seemed more like whimpers. You looked at Atsuhiro. His dark eyes were watching your face, and you were shocked when you followed his gaze. Was that really your face making such lewd expressions? Your cheeks were red, your lips parted, your eyes glassy and wet, your hair messy.
His fingers moved vigorously over your most sensitive spots, and your legs began to tremble. Then a wave of pleasure crashed over you, radiating throughout your whole body and making you feel like your legs would give way beneath you. You leaned back against his firm body as he withdrew his hand. You breathed heavily for a few minutes before standing up straight and then turning to face him.
He was looking at you with those dark eyes, a smile on his lips. You stood on your tiptoes to get closer, attempting to kiss him, but he stopped you. “Let’s save some fun for tomorrow night,” he said, then bent down and pulled your dress back up by its straps, helping you pull them back on. He took one of your hands in his and lifted it to his mouth, where he gave it a slow, lingering kiss.
His touch felt electric. You wanted his body pressed against yours, but you contained your desire and said goodbye to him. That night you could thing of nothing but the magician. You even touched yourself in bed, imagining his warm hand between your thighs, his dark eyes watching you through the mirror.
The next evening, you arrived early to the carnival and used your status as the property owner’s daughter to get in before they were actually open. You practically ran to Atsuhiro’s tent, but he wasn’t there. The jumbled props on the stage reassured you though. He probably just wasn’t ready to set up yet. You distracted yourself from the wait by eating some type of sandwich served on thick, flat white bread with chunks of chicken and a white sauce. Then you tried your hand at the balloon darts game, winning nothing.
After you walked around for a few more minutes, you returned to Atsuhiro’s tent. This time, he was there on stage. His mask and long coat that looked more like a cape toward the bottom were gone. His red sparkling vest covered a white button down shirt, and he’d rolled the sleeves up to work. Seeing him this way made him seem more human to you, so you silently watched for a few minutes.
At one point, as he was dragging a heavy looking crate across the stage, he must have hit his toe on the corner of it. “Ow, fuck!” he exclaimed, stepping away and shaking the hurt foot. His tone of voice seemed completely different from how he’d sounded the night before, and you found yourself giggling. He looked up sharply, then his eyes fell on you standing just inside the tent.
The smooth smile was back on his face in an instant. “Oh, there you are, my lovely assistant,” he said, the more formal, charming tone back.
You laughed. “You don’t have to use your stage voice with me. I think I like the regular you even more.”
He looked a little embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his head, messing up his thick hair a bit. “You heard that? Sorry.”
You approached the stage and climbed the small set of steps to stand near him, feeling almost at home there now. “It’s alright. It made you feel more real.”
He looked at you with a strange expression, then quickly looked away. “Do you want to help me set things up?”
“Of course,” you replied, and jumped right into setting up the stage. You remembered where most of the props went, but there were a few new items tonight, so you had to ask him where they went. Atsuhiro busied himself with setting up the larger items, including the wooden box that you “disappeared” in.
At one point you glanced over to find him staring at you from across the stage. When you gave him a questioning look, he seemed to redden slightly as he said, in his normal voice, “You look really nice tonight.”
You positively beamed when he said it. You’d worn your prettiest dress, your nicest shoes, fixed your hair and makeup perfectly, all in the hopes that he would compliment you. You smiled brightly at him and said, “Thank you, Atsuhiro!”
He smiled back, and for the first time, it didn’t seem like a stage smile.
When the first show began, Atsuhiro didn’t bother to ask for volunteers, but instead simply introduced you as his assistant “for the evening”. The show went well, with a few new tricks that still followed a similar formula to the previous night. It still ended with the disappearing act, so once again you found yourself in the glass box under the stage. When Atsuhiro pulled you out a few minutes later and helped you step out of the box, you were so excited and happy that you threw yourself into his arms.
He caught you, took one look at your breathless, eager face, and suddenly pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. His hands flew to your hair, pulling you even closer, his tongue pushing into your mouth. Your dress fell to the floor at your feet, you didn’t even notice when he slid it down, and he led you back over to the glass box while still kissing you.
He picked you up off your feet and set you back down in the box, then gently pushed you onto your back against the padded bottom of the interior. He climbed in on top of you and pulled your panties off you so fast that they ripped. You didn’t care. All you wanted was to feel him all over you.
You tugged at his clothes, and he threw off his mask and coat, then unbuttoned his vest and shirt, revealing his surprisingly toned chest. He opened his pants as he continued kissing you, and you ran your hands under his unbuttoned shirt.
There was a strange sense of desperation in the air around the two of you as he pulled his cock out of his pants and immediately shoved it inside you. Gone were his careful, gentle touches, replaced by hot, primal grabs and thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder to hide the tears forming in your eyes. You’d never felt so overwhelmed, physically and emotionally. You clung to him as if he were an anchor in a churning sea of pleasure and pain.
His cock thrusting into you was rougher than you expected, his hands gripping your hair tightly, but it felt raw and real, like you were alive for the first time. He pulled back a bit to look at your face, then kissed you again on the lips, then the neck, running his tongue along your throat. One of his hands left your hair to squeeze your breast, and you moaned loudly, calling his name as his cock rubbed against a very pleasurable spot.
When you climaxed, you wrapped your legs around Atsuhiro’s waist, pulling him deeper into you. He followed soon after, cumming inside you as you held onto him. It took a few minutes of panting and shaking for you to let him disentangle himself and stand up. He sat on the edge of the glass box and watched you wipe your eyes with both hands. Had you really been crying?
After a little while longer, he stood and began buttoning his clothes, checking himself in the mirror as he replaced the coat and mask. “The next show starts in ten minutes. Are you okay, or do you need a few more minutes? I can delay for-“
“I can do it,” you said quickly, sitting up in the box. You climbed out before he could step over to help you, and retrieved your dress. He helped you pull it over your head, then both of you looked around for your panties, which he’d tossed behind his shoulder. He found them a few feet away and held them up. “Sorry, I don’t think these are wearable now.” Indeed they were ripped to the point that they wouldn’t stay on.
“It’s okay,” you said, blushing despite everything that had happened, “my dress is long. No one should see anything.”
He grinned and kissed you lightly on the lips. “But how can I focus on my act when I know there’s nothing else under that dress?”
You smiled sheepishly, and he winked at you before going over to push the glass box back into position under the stage.
The next show was very uncomfortable, as you didn’t have time to clean up and you could practically feel his cum trickling down your legs. But during the next break, he gave you a handkerchief to wipe away the worst of it.
During the fourth break, he sat on a stool and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. He looked you in the eyes and asked, “What would your father think if he knew you’d been fucked by a carnie?”
The question made you feel uneasy. “Let’s not talk about father,” you told him, leaning in to kiss him.
He kissed you back and dropped the subject, instead making light conversation about the next show.
After the final show was over, you lingered backstage, watching Atsuhiro remove his mask and cape and roll his sleeves up again. Would he invite you to come back tomorrow? You hoped he would, but you wasn’t sure how to broach the topic.
He turned to face you and said, “Want me to walk you to the gate?”
On one hand, you loved the idea of walking across the carnival grounds with him, but on the other, you hated the idea of this all being over. You could come back and watch his shows tomorrow night, even if you weren’t his assistant. But would you be able to bear watching it without being on stage with him? Or even worse, watching another woman be selected from the audience to be his assistant?
You pushed the thoughts from your mind and took the arm he offered, walking with him out the back exit of the tent.
The carnival was winding down, only a few guests were left, most of them heading for the gate. The rides had been shut down and the various games were closed up. As you walked between tents, you caught a glimpse of smoke billowing up into the night sky from some sort of large metal container.
“What’s that?”
Atsuhiro looked over at the smoke and said, “We like to burn off trash at the end of each day. Keeps the place more neat.”
You said nothing more, but as the two of you headed toward the gate, you thought you faintly heard someone screaming.
As you approached the exit, you couldn’t remain quiet any longer. You stopped walking and turned to Atsuhiro. “What about tomorrow night? Will you need an assistant again?”
He stared at your face for several seconds, and it seemed like he was conflicted about something. Finally he smiled and said, “If you want to be my assistant again, I’d be happy to have you.”
You beamed at him, absolutely glowing with joy. “I’ll be here!”
Atsuhiro gave your lips a slow, gentle kiss, and you left out the gate.
On the third and final night of the carnival, you arrived early again, and this time you found Atsuhiro setting up the stage in his white shirt with the rolled up sleeves, the red vest draped over a prop.
You walked onto the stage and began helping, and he looked at you with a complicated expression. Was something wrong? Or did he perhaps feel a certain way about this being your last night together? You’d tried not to think about that, and had already planned to ask when the carnival was coming back to town. The thought even crossed your mind to ask him if he’d be willing to stay here, maybe even work at your father’s factory.
Regardless, you wanted to enjoy this time with him to the fullest. You approached him somewhat shyly and took his hand. “Come with me over here,” you told him, leading him over to the wooden box, which was at the back of the stage near the curtain, having not been dragged into place yet.
He seemed surprised, but went along with you, even as you lightly pushed him against the box and pulled the curtain around the two of you. Then you dropped to your knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants. His eyes widened slightly as he watched you pull his cock from his pants and stroke it until it was fully hard. You’d never seen it up close before, as it had quickly disappeared inside you the night before. You gave it a tentative lick, gliding your tongue over the tip, and it seemed like his whole body stiffened.
You smiled up at him, and his eyes met yours. This time his face was flushed, his breathing getting faster as you licked him again, this time from base to tip. You didn’t know any techniques, you were just following your instincts. But he seemed to be enjoying it. Especially when you wrapped your lips around him and slid forward, using your saliva to make his cock slippery. You felt one of his hands in your hair, and you loved the feeling of his fingers threading through the strands.
After several minutes of moving your lips back and forth along his length, occasionally pulling back to lick the tip, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and suddenly hot sticky cum coated your tongue and throat.
You pulled back, and some of it dripped down your lips. You wiped them with a handkerchief you’d brought in your pocket, then stood up. Atsuhiro was still breathing hard, one of his hands gripping the edge of the wooden box behind him. He still seemed surprised when he asked, “What was that for?”
“I just wanted to make you feel good.”
He smiled. “Well it worked.”
Then a voice you recognized as the carnival barker at the entrance of the tent yelled, “Fifteen minutes until the first show!”
Atsuhiro quickly buttoned his pants and the two of you scrambled to get the stage set up in time.
The first show went off without a hitch. The audience was a bit bigger than usual but you suspected many carnival-goers had decided to save the magic show for the last night.
As the second show began, you spotted a familiar face in the front row. Your father sat just a few feet from the stage, his arms crossed. You walked over and stood in front of him. “What are you doing here, father?”
His stern face relaxed into a smile when he looked at you. “I heard you were helping with the magic show. I thought I’d come watch.”
You wasn’t sure how you felt about that, but you kissed his cheek and returned to the stage as Atsuhiro watched. It didn’t occur to you until minutes later that you probably still had some of Atsuhiro’s cum on your lips.
The show went smoothly at first, getting through the first three tricks without issue. But as the fourth trick was being set up, you heard your father’s voice yell, “He didn’t pay for that!”
Both you and Atsuhiro froze on the stage and looked down at the first row, where your father was arguing with a young lady selling cups of popcorn from a box. There was a small, dirty child clutching a cup of popcorn, tears in his eyes.
Atsuhiro stepped over to the edge of the stage and jumped down, then approached your father. “What seems to be the problem, sir?”
Your father glared at him. “This child didn’t pay for his popcorn! How much do you freaks just give away like this? A cut to your profits is a cut to my profits!”
Atsuhiro looked back at you for a moment, then turned and squatted down in front of the child. He reached behind the child’s ear and pulled out a coin. “Here you go, now you can pay for your popcorn!”
The audience clapped as the child dropped the coin into the nearby lady’s money pouch. Your father grumbled but said nothing more.
After the show was over, your father got up to leave, so you walked with him to the tent’s exit.
“I’ll send someone to pick you up later,” he told you.
“Oh, I’ll be a little later tonight. I want to oversee them doing some of the packing. They plan to leave before morning.”
You really just wanted to spend more time with Atsuhiro, but your father nodded. “Don’t stay more than a couple hours later. We can inspect the grounds tomorrow after they’re gone.”
“Of course, father. See you at home.”
You returned to the stage and finished out the last few shows, each one feeling like sand rushing through an hourglass, counting the moments until Atsuhiro would be gone.
Finally, after the last show, you sat on top of the glass box and sighed. “That was fun! I’m going to miss it.”
Atsuhiro had his back to you as he stood in front if the mirror and removed his mask and coat.
“When will you be back?”
He glanced at you through the mirror. “Probably next year around this time,” he replied.
You felt a stab of panic. “Next year? That long?”
Atsuhiro nodded.
“In that case, is there any way you could just… stay here?”
He turned around and looked at you, wearing an expression you couldn’t quite identify. Then his face broke into a smile and he said, “Would you like to help me with one last show?”
You blinked, confused. “I thought we just did the last show.”
“For the townspeople, yes. But I usually put on a small magic show just for the carnival workers on the last night. Just a little treat to reward them for all their hard work.”
“And you want me to help?”
“If you’re willing,” he said.
You stood up, suddenly energized. “I’d love to!”
“Then can you meet me back here in half an hour? I need to take care of a few things.”
“Sure. I’ll go get something to drink. I think a few of the food carts are still open.”
He gave you a quick kiss as you left the tent out the back way. You killed time by getting a lemonade and watching the guests leave as the lights on the various rides shut off, one by one.
After enough time had passed, you returned to the tent, where the carnival barker ushered you around to the back. “He’s waiting for you back here,” he said.
You nodded and went into the tent via the back entrance. The inside of the tent was dark, a bit darker than normal. You didn’t see Atsuhiro, so you called his name.
His voice called back, “I’m on stage. Can you help me finish setting up?”
You climbed up to the back side of the stage and walked through a wall of thick purple curtains. There you found the front stage. As expected, the front curtain was still down. It only raised at the beginning of shows. What was unexpected was the glass box sitting in the center of the stage, where the wooden one normally sat. Why was it here instead of under the stage?
You walked over to it and placed one hand on it. You were going to miss this box. You’d had such fun in it, even made love for the first time in it. You smiled as you ran your hand along the smooth surface.
That’s when you felt Atsuhiro’s hands on you from behind, caressing you, sliding the bottom of your dress up to your waist.
You looked at him over your shoulder. “Atsuhiro? What are-“
“Shhh,” he said, “People are already taking their seats. If we’re quiet, no one will know.”
You relaxed and allowed him to pull down you panties, then you heard the rustle of his pants opening. “Is this really the best time?”
He leaned forward until his mouth was against your ear. “I want to make you feel good one last time.”
Last? Then you remembered he was leaving tonight and might never come back. The words were painful to hear, but his hand reaching around between your thighs eased that pain. His fingers rubbed your clit in slow, firm motions until you were sticky with arousal, then he pressed you forward until you were bent over the glass box, and slid his cock inside you from behind.
You gasped and almost moaned, but held back. You didn’t want the audience to hear. Atsuhiro thrust into you, somehow hitting deeper than before from this angle. One of his hands was running though your hair, the other still curled around you, working at your clit. It felt incredible.
Your breaths were coming in small gasps as you were pounded against the glass box, your hands grasping it for dear life. You turned your head to try to look back at him. “Atsuhiro… I… I lo-“
He leaned around and kissed you, cutting off your declaration. He kept his mouth on yours, keeping your moans muffled, until he came inside you. You closed your eyes as you rested your head on the glass box, feeling your own climax coming. You let out one moan, a little louder than you intended, as the pleasure washed over you.
Atsuhiro pulled out just as the curtain raised, revealing a tent full of people staring at you, collapsed against the box, your dress pulled up to your waist and your panties around your knees, still panting and trembling from your orgasm, cum dripping down your thighs.
You stood up quickly, jerking your panties up and your dress down. Had there been a mistake? Had someone raised the curtain too early? You looked back at Atsuhiro, expecting to find him looking embarrassed or surprised, but you found him wearing his mask and looking at you with cold eyes.
“What’s going on?” you demanded.
Atsuhiro gestured toward the crowd, and when he spoke, his stage voice was back. “Don’t you recognize tonight’s audience, my dear?”
You looked back out across the faces gathered in the tent. Immediately you realized these were not carnival workers, but locals. Looking closely, you recognized several of them. There was your family’s former maid, whom your father fired because she asked for a day off to visit her dying mother. There was the elderly couple who had to close down their little store because your father opened a much bigger one right across the street from them. There was your gardener, who after being a loyal employee for twenty years, begged your father to pay him just three days early so that he could afford treatment for his sick child. Your father refused, and the child ended up dying.
What were these people doing here now? You looked back, and with a small voice that didn’t sound like your own, said, “Atsuhiro?”
He strode over to the glass box and tossed the lid back on its hinges. You watched him, so stunned you couldn’t move. Then he gathered you into his arms, picking you up like a bride, and threw you into the box. Your brain still wasn’t processing what was happening. You looked up at him as he stood over the box.
“Atsu-“
He slammed the lid shut, and secured a latch on the side. At that point your brain finally cleared enough for you to realize something terrible was happening. You clawed and hit against the glass, screaming, “Let me out! Why are you doing this?!”
Atsuhiro turned and retrieved something from a box. When he faced you again, you could see that he was holding a huge, dangerous looking metal saw. That’s also when you noticed the two slits in the glass, on either side of you, right at your abdomen, going from the lid down to the bottom. The full horror of the situation finally clicked into place.
But he couldn’t do this, could he? It had to be some sort of sick joke, some attempt to frighten you. As he approached the glass box, you looked him in the eyes. “Please, Atsuhiro, tell me this is a joke. There’s no way you would hurt me, right? Why would you?”
When he replied, he did so in a loud voice. “Looking out over this sea of people your father hurt, you really can’t think of a single reason why this is happening to you?”
You shook your head. “No! I don’t even know them that well! It was my father who hurt them, not me! I didn’t even notice them!”
Atsuhiro leaned down so that his face was close to the glass and said, “That, my dear, is exactly the problem. You were the only person who had any sort of influence over your father. You were the only person he would have listened to. But these people were beneath your notice. Did you ever say a single word in their defense? No, because you didn’t care what happened to them.”
Your eyes scanned the crowd again, your face stricken with horror. It was true. All of it was. But you didn’t deserve to die for that! You opened your mouth to say so, but Atsuhiro spoke again. “You’re also the only thing your father cares about, besides money of course. Utterly destroying you is the worst thing anyone could do to him.”
So this was about hurting your father? How long had this been planned? Had this all been a trick from the start? Tears streamed down your face as the cruelty of it all sank in.
Then, Atsuhiro held up the saw for the audience to see. “And now for the grand finale, I will saw this lovely lady in half!”
He positioned the saw at the slit in the glass, then shoved it in. You yelped, trying to squirm away, but the saw hadn’t reached you yet, and the box was too small for you to move around in. Then he lowered his hand, and the saw along with it, until you could feel the cold metal teeth resting against your body.
You banged on the glass and yelled, “Please don’t do this! Please don’t hurt me! Atsuhiro!”
Then, in one strong, vicious motion, he ripped the saw back out the slit, dragging it across your body. That first motion cut your dress, and the top layer of skin, apart. You screamed and thrashed wildly, blood splattering the inside of the box and dripping from the saw on the outside. Before you could fully comprehend the pain, he shoved the saw back in, and began a rhythm of sawing back and forth, in and out, each time digging the metal teeth deeper into your fresh wounds.
You screamed like an animal, most of it incomprehensible, but occasionally forming words like, “It hurts!” and, “Please stop!”
The pain was unimaginable, agony upon agony, blood spraying the glass and even splashing on Atsuhiro’s clothes and face when he dragged the saw out each time. At some point his mask fell off while he was sawing, and you saw his eyes. As you slipped into merciful death, blood pouring out of your mouth, your last conscious thought was, “Why do you look so pained when you’re the one killing me?”
****
It was an hour after that final show, after your death, when Atsuhiro was sitting on an overturned crate outside his tent, looking up at the stars. The fire dancer Touya walked over and stood beside him.
“It’s all been arranged,” Touya said. “Her father will find the pieces of her on his doorstep in the morning, after we’re gone. Dozens of locals will give eye witness accounts of seeing her leave the carnival grounds early, alone.”
Atsuhiro didn’t look at him, but said, “Thanks.”
Touya watched him for a while, then sighed and said, “What’s with you? It’s not like this is the first time you’ve fucked a target. That pussy must have been incredible.”
Atsuhiro leaned back against a pole holding up the tent. “It wasn’t that. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was incredible, but that’s not the issue.”
“Then what is?”
Atsuhiro finally met the fire dancer’s gaze. “I almost let her go. I almost backed out. That second night, she told me she liked the ‘regular me’ better than my stage persona. And when she smiled at me, she looked like the sun. But then that pompous asshole of a father had to show up and remind me why I was doing this. And I watched her, to see what she would do. She stood by while her father raged at a poor starving child for getting free popcorn, and said nothing. That’s when I knew the townspeople were right about her.”
Touya shrugged. “So your idea of justice was served. Too late to regret it now.”
“Yeah, too late,” Atsuhiro replied, looking down at the blood that still stained his hands.
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Hey Y'all, can Compresses metal arm vibrate?
Asking for science, bc I don't remember.
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YOU SHOULD DO MORE MR COMPRESS OMGG! (btw love ur writings🤭❤)
Oh gosh you are so right Nonnie, I nearly forgot to make anything for the gentlemen who is Mr. Compress~
Yandere Sako Atsuhiro x Darling
★ Gentleman ★
cw: NSFW • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Delusional Yandere • afab reader!
That’s right. Mr. Compress, or Atsuhiro Sako, is a dramatic and flamboyant man when the curtain is up.
Always ready to entertain his audience, whether they like it or not.
He’s more reserved in private though. Not silent, but observant, as even he knows proper etiquette involves not interrupting the main attraction.
You. Though you only perform for him, in any case, he’s never going to disrupt your hard work. Dressing you up in the lacy attire and letting you dance was truly his downfall. You captivated him like he hoped to captivate the world.
Beautiful, artful, even in your clumsier moments and set backs, he finds you mesmerizing. Tells you too.
“Pretty darling, don’t cry, the act isn’t ruined, you’re doing so good.” He’s romantic, wiping your lovely tears even as you sniffle and shake, the silver chains on your wrists clicking like bells.
When the curtains are up, all eyes are on him, but when they fall it’s only his eyes on you.
Only he gets to be your greatest fan.
“Come now darling, you know the key to being a great performer is acting. You have to smile if you want me to believe you.” He’s not ashamed to force a smile on your lips, his dark eyes swirling with delusion and obsession. He knows you want this, have to, because he’d go truly insane without you.
Just smile for him, that’s an act all by itself, he could watch it all day after all.
He’s alright with compromise though. He’ll take a pretty moan too, watching your lips part into a cute O as he spears you on his cock. He loves your laughter but he’ll settle for now to only hear the gasps and whiny pleas as he fucks you senseless. His cock drilling your cute cunt until you become a compliant soft mess for him.
It’s an act all onto its own, one he gets to participate in.
He’s a gentleman though, he’ll never out you when you make a mistake.
Even when you try to claw out of your restraints or run from him, he’s happy to fix your act and put you in a marble to hide the little slips. He’s not cruel enough to expose it to the world, to embarrass you.
No, he’ll cover for you.
Forever.
#my dividers aren’t working~#Yan answers#Mr Compress#bnha#mha#yandere Mr Compress#atsuhiro sako#Mr Compress x reader#Mr Compress Smut#bnha smut#mha smut
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Angel's Use (Hawks, Twice, Dabi, Mr. Compress, Spinner, Tomura Shigaraki)
Kinktober 2023 Day Thirty-One: (Dub-Con) Free Use
𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
“Twice…? Is she okay?”
You know…
“Angel-chan? She’s fine, she likes doing this. Little whore isn’t fully house-trained! Let’s teach a lesson!”
Hawks used to be one of your favorite heroes.
Hearing his voice asking if you were okay, it reminded you of that feeling. Of that little fondness you had for him. The fact that he was your age helped a lot. But it’s hard not to fall in love with someone that cute and charming. The deep pockets were a plus, and the fact that he was such a hard worker out in the field made you like him so easily. He saved lives, just like you did. And for a girl with a boring life and boring job, that was enough of a connection to get a crush going almost instantly after his debut all those years ago.
But right now? You can’t even look at him. But he looks at you. He’s been looking at you a lot.
And you can’t blame him. You really can’t.
You were declared dead a couple of months ago. That’s what Kurogiri told you. That you’re supposed to be a ghost. That you’re not supposed to exist anymore. A pretty little nurse with a powerful quirk goes missing one night. Only for an unidentifiable body to appear in the same place a couple of days later. With a case as strange as yours, heroes were bound to take notice. Bound to remember. And bound to call the authorities if you’re ever seen again. So they’ve always taken precautions when it came to you. Always made sure that you weren’t seen. Weren’t heard. Weren’t anything to anyone outside of the walls of the hideout.
So you’d like to think that that’s the reason why one of the best heroes in Japan is staring at you so intently. You’d like to think it’s because he recognizes you. Or that he’s trying to gauge what’s the best way to rescue you from this hell. You’d like to think that. But the truth is that it’s getting hard to think nowadays. It’s getting hard to use your head clearly. To parse through those muddled thoughts of yours. To move past all the tasks and distractions in front of you. And right now, you can feel his gaze on you. It’s strong and intense and so, so hard to ignore. Just like it’s hard to ignore the humiliation you can’t help but feel.
After all, it’s not like it’s every day that your only hope of rescue gets to see you lazily suck another man’s dick like some toy.
But you can’t help the feeling. Just like you can’t help the position. You try to block it out. You try to block it all out. But the farthest you manage to get is letting the words around you dull into nothingness. You’re still very aware of where you are. Of what you’re doing. Of who they are. No matter how hard you try to block it out, you still feel the cool, smooth feeling of leather against your bare, heated as you lay on your stomach with your head in Twice’s lap. You still feel the rumble of the man’s heartbeat and breath, and he speaks to Hawks without so much of a care for your existence. You still feel the openness- the vulnerable feeling of being laid out on the couch of the common room like some toy. Lips wrapped around a dick and tongue flickering up against it as people all around you go about their lives. As if you aren’t there. As if you were meant to be there.
Above you, Twice’s chest rumbles, as if he was told a good joke. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hawk’s golden-eyed gaze turned to you. Expression concerned, but masked fairly well. But you don’t look at it for long. Instead, you find yourself squeezing your eyes shut and bobbing your head down to take a more active role and pleasuring one of your captors.
Twice’s deep-chested laugh turns into a moan, and one of his hands comes to rest in your hair. A grip so gentle. A touch so sweet. You could have forgotten that he was a villain. For just a moment. For just a minute. For just a second. But you didn’t.
Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut a little tighter. Maybe if you try to deep-throat him right now, no one will know just where exactly your tears are coming from. Maybe if you bury your face even lower in Twice’s lap, Hawks will stop looking at you. Maybe he’ll even forget you. Maybe you’ll forget you too. But you don’t. You can’t.
“Get Angel’s attention.”
The world hates you far too much for you to receive your peace.
“I want my turn.” The familiar sound of Dabi’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. All of a sudden, everything that felt dull and far away felt closer. Louder. Clearer. You become hyperaware of your surroundings. Of the salty taste in your mouth. Of the TV playing the twenty-four-hour news cycle playing quietly. Of the palms that are so rough and so hot they burn coming to grab at your waist and easing you into lifting up your hips. At that, your fight or flight kicks in. You breathe labors, and before you know it, you’re pulling your mouth off of Twice’s dick to look behind you. You can hear the man’s two-sided comments. The gentle side of him’s disappointed sigh. And his other side calling you a whore. But right now? “You don’t mind if I come through the back door, don’t you, Angel?”
There’s something bigger and scarier than Twice happening behind you.
You can’t help the fear that overtakes you in that moment. The whimper that leaks through your throat as your hands ball up into fists and your bottom lip quivers. The look Dabi is giving you behind his messy dark hair- it isn’t unfamiliar. You’ve seen that same emotion in those pretty blue eyes of his. You’ve seen it since the first day you met him. But now you’re not as stupid. You’re not as naive. And you’re much more willing to scoot back and get on your knees and relax. Well, try to relax. There’s oh but so much you can do when you’re telling yourself that you have to sit face down, ass up for a serial murderer and pyromaniac. All to live. All to live.
Out of the corner of vision again, you notice Hawks. His feathers have ruffled. Ever so slightly- an action almost too quick to catch. But you noticed it. And Dabi did too. Because a second later he’s laughing. And a second later, you’re turning your head away from him. From both of them. Your gaze falls back in front of you. At Twice’s cock, sitting angry and red and wet, and messy and forgotten as it rest on the man’s abdomen. Leaking a pearly trail of precum onto his stomach. You already miss it. He’s only a couple inches away and you already miss him. Because even if he’s like the rest of the men in this hideout who use your body so freely for their own desires, at least Twice is gentle with you. At least he’s kind to you.
But as the sound of a zipper hits your ears, and something thick and hard and just way too big starts prodding at your anus, you know that there’s no saving you today. No going back to just laying naked on the couch and warming someone’s cock. No going back to hoping you won’t be perceived by the golden boy hero who only recently turned to the dark side. There’s only your pain. There’s only someone else’s pleasure. Taking from you. Tainting you. Torturing you.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”
Until it’s someone else’s turn.
“You’re still so tight back here, hmm?” You hear Dabi rumble from behind you. Voice low and sultry as his hands pull you closer and closer to him as your body swallows inch after inch with loud cries. The stretch- it burns. More than the heat from his scarred, scarred hands. From the fire alight in his eyes every single time he looks at you. More than anything in the world. And this stretch- this sudden fullness fills you up from behind like an invasive species taking over what was never theirs in the first place- it tugs at you from the pits of your stomach. It screams for attention. It begs for your tears. For your embarrassment to grow. And you can’t ignore this feeling. You can’t ignore this pain. They may have broken you to be their toy, but angels can’t be killed so easily. “Spinner was back here less than a week ago, and yet I can just barely fit. Perfect little whore.”
No matter how many times you wish for death.
“Hey!”
At the call of his name, Spinner responds from somewhere else in the bar. You hear his footsteps, heavy and hard pad over to where the couch is. But you can’t see him as he starts bickering with Dabi. You’re far too busy breathing out deeply. Whining and wriggling and whimpering oh-so-loudly as Dabi bottoms out inside of your ass. Now, all you can think about is the pan and how it heightens every sensation around you. How it turns your mind into mush and brings the heat to your cheeks as you wish for nothing more for it to be over. For you to disappear between the couch cushions. So much so that you barely even notice the hand reach out and brushing its fingers against yours.
But you do notice. And you know it belongs to Twice. Offering the smallest amount of comfort possible to you. But it’s something you can’t appreciate. Something you can’t even savor. Because before you know it, Dabi’s moving his hands off your hips and wrapping them around your waist. In one fell swoop, you’re being flipped. Your position changes. And somehow the dick in your ass manages to bury itself even further inside of you. And oh, how you cry out. Oh, how you thrash. But Dabi’s got you locked in his lap now as he lays back against the couch. He’s got your legs spread nice and wide with your pretty, little pussy on display and his cock plugging up your other hole. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and the scent of ash and smoke surrounding him. Clinging to him. Tighter than the death grip he has locked around your waist. Tighter than the leash that all of them have on you.
“At least I used lube,” Spinner starts to brag, voice proud and tone haughty. As if it’s some type of accomplishment. From this new position, you’re able to eye Spinner a little better. You’re able to see everyone and everything a little better. Compared to having your face pressed into the couch. But you don’t want to see any of them. You don’t want to think of any of them. You don’t. You just don’t. “Angel-chan like it when I use her ass because I’m gentle with her. Isn’t that right, Angel-chan?”
You can’t help it. You shake your head no at Spinner’s words. Wildly, with a few whimpers here and there as your body continues to struggle against the iron-like grip Dabi has on you. But he’s too busy laughing at your complete and utter rejection. Too busy laughing at you.
“You really think a girl like her would enjoy being impaled by those monstrous things?“ A new voice enters the fray. And despite the fact that your brain is getting a little fuzzier and fuzzier as Dabi ultimately allows you to adjust to his size, you’re able to turn a half-lidded gaze to another part of the room to watch Mr. Compress approach you. With the mask on, it’s hard to tell where he’s looking. Or what he’s thinking. But for a second, you swear you manage to catch sight of a bulge from his pants. And you promise you’re that you’re not dreaming when you say that his gaze must have been watching the rise and fall of your chest so, so carefully. Taking in the slight jiggle of your boobs. The way your lips part. The way your expression clouds more and more. The way pain is starting to melt away into pleasure. “Perhaps you don’t remember her screams. I’m sure our neighbor do.”
Spinner starts getting offended at that. He shoots off a few choice words at Mr. Compress. But it’s Dabi who fires back at him. Making a big show of whatever he said by accenting with a roll of his hips. One that causes you to arch your bag and cry out- nearly fighting out of his grip. But those warm hands of his spread across your stomach. Holding you in place. Forcing you to do nothing but watch as others watch you. So that’s what you do.
First, your gaze falls back on Twice’s. He’s still in the same position you left him. Still harder than ever to read with that mask on his face. But now his head is tilted in the direction that makes his direct line of sight where you and Dabi’s bodies are joined. And his hand- the one that you guessed was previously reaching out to you? It’s now wrapped around his cock. Stroking at it lazily. Getting off to the mere sight of you. It makes your embarrassment grow even more. It makes your blood boil even hotter. At the end of the day, you can’t be stupid. At the end of the day, you have to remember that he’s just another man. That he’s just another one of your captors. Just another one who will likely be slipping his dick inside of one of your holes again in a couple of days. Maybe even a couple of hours.
But then your mind starts to wander. And your eyes start to too. And suddenly your gaze is on one of Japan’s top heroes. And it’s like all the words and noise and things around you start to fade away. Because Hawks is looking at you too. He’s watching you carefully. Drinking you in slowly. And you start to have hope that the emotion in his eyes is anger. That it’s outrage. At the sight of these men speaking about you and your body so freely. So easily. And it starts to make you hope. That your old favorite hero will live up to your beliefs. That your old favorite hero will rise from the ashes and the darkness. And that he’ll save you.
So you ask him for that. You look into his face and you think not about how handsome he is. You look into his face and think not about how warm and comforting his voice is. You just look into his face- you look into his bright, golden eyes and you ask him. You beg him to save you. To be the one who returns you to light. Who saves you from this hell. To save you from them. But then the unthinkable happens. The unexpected. The impossible.
Your hero. Your supposed savior- he looks away.
And for a second, you think you see it in his eyes. You think you see it. The guilt. But even more than that? The arousal. And the growing tent in his pants that’s almost impossible for you to ignore. Impossible for you to imagine. So you don’t ignore it. You internalize it. You think about it. You think about what his arousal means. You think about his refusal to move- to lift a finger, a feather in your direction.
You think about the way he can’t even look at you right now too.
And the tears that you were previously shedding? They start to come out a little faster than before. It’s okay though. You let them. For your sake. For your pain.
But a moment later, your view of Hawks is being disrupted. And you don’t put up much of a fight. You can’t put up much of a fight. You won’t. Because the feeling of being failed by the one person who could have saved you has already started to set in. And there’s already someone else- there’s already Mr. Compress tilting your head in another direction, putting two fingers out and telling you to “Suck, sweetheart”, as Spinner grabs a fist full of your hair and holds it up in a ponytail for you. Now, Dabi’s hards are reaching down your body. No longer holding you possessively. Instead, giving out a chance to share as he takes two fingers and parts your lower lips to give the person now standing in front of you an easier chance to slide into your awaiting little pussy. Eager as can be.
All these eyes are on you. All these hands on you. Giving you attention. Giving you pleasure. Giving you pain. Every now and then your eyes will slide to someone’s face. To read their expression. To read their bodies as they enjoy yours. Yet every single time, you’re met with the same dazed expressions. The same lust-filled eyes. The same devious smiles. Taking ownership of your body. Taking your body. Everywhere you look. Everywhere you turn. And somehow, it gets easier. It gets easier to pretend that you like it. It gets easier to tolerate. It gets easier to survive. To zone it all out. To take it all in. To moan the way they like it. To cry the way they want you to. To take it like a good girl. Like the angel you are to them.
And now, with Tomura standing in front of you, lining up his cock and pushing inside of your warm, wet pussy- reserved just for him, you swear that the feeling from before has gotten easier. In between his distracting words of praise and calls of your nickname. In between your moans and groans and gasps and whimpers and cries of pain. Of pleasure. You swear that little by little it’s gotten easier. That the stretch is more bearable. That the pain has lessened. That the tears have dried.
“Good Angel-chan,” Tomura murmurs at you while sinking himself inside you with a lewd, lewd groan of his own. You hiccup on the fingers you’re sucking on, but your body responds accordingly. It responds as it was trained to do. “Angel-pussy is the best. And it’s all mine.”
It’s the only way you can survive after all.
But try as you might, you don’t think it’ll ever go away. You don’t think it’ll ever fade either. Because he knows as much as you know. That while you’d expect it from monsters like them…
… it’s impossible to forget that even now, Hawks is using you too.
#twice x reader#jin bubaigawara x reader#jin bubaigawara#hawks#hawks x reader#keigo takami#keigo takami x reader#dabi#dabi x reader#touya todoroki#touya todoroki x reader#spinner#spinner x reader#shuichi iguchi x reader#shuichi iguchi#mr compress#mr compress x reader#atsuhiro sako x reader#atsuhiro sako#tomura shigaraki#tomura shigaraki x reader#boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia x reader#boku no hero academia fanfic#boku no hero academia fanfiction#my hero academia#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia fanfiction#my hero academia fanfic#bnha
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Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For The First Time (Part 2!)
a/n: yeeeeeah i should be working on my essay but here I am
Featured: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kento Nanami, Keigo Takami / Hawks, Atsuhiro Sako / Mr. Compress
Warnings: Swearing in Sanemi's, stitching up Atsuhiro's boo boos
~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 4 ~ ~ Part 5 ~
Sanemi Shinazugawa:
(was anyone gonna tell me he and Satoru share the same English dub VA??? It's so weird hearing Gojo's voice coming out of Nemi XD)
The other Hashira could not understand it. How did you manage to calm Sanemi down so much? It’s like your presence alone was a soothing balm to his damaged heart. Even he didn’t fully understand why he was so drawn to you, like a moth to a warm, glowing light. You were kind, patient, understanding…all things that he yearned for. And you made him ohagi, which, of course, was a bonus.
You were sitting together outside one evening, simply enjoying the peace and quiet together. Sanemi was unusually quiet, his lips pressed into a thin, firm line. He was getting annoyed with how he felt around you, and how lately you had refused to make eye contact with him.
“Hey,” he said suddenly, his voice rough, “Why the fuck don’t you look at me anymore? It’s like I’m ugly or somethin’ to you.”
You immediately raised your hands and shook your head adamantly, “No, no, it’s…it’s not that at all, Sanemi! I’m sorry.”
“Then what the fuck is it? And don’t tell me it’s that you’re shy or some shit.”
“N—No…it’s not that either.”
“Then just tell me, dammit. You’re starting to irk me.” He huffed, narrowing his eyes at you.
You blushed and swallowed harshly, looking embarrassed. “…I love you, Sanemi.”
He froze in place, his eyes going wide. “What?! You better not be fuckin’ joking or I’ll kick your ass.” It was an empty threat, Sanemi would never hurt you. He’d kill anyone who tried.
“I’m not joking!” You replied quickly, your cheeks darkening. You looked down into your lap, terrified that you had just made some sort of big mistake. Sanemi’s hand found yours and he squeezed it, bringing it to his lips. You looked back at him, surprised.
“I love you too, idiot.”
Kento Nanami
(violently drooling over this man)
It had been several long, toiling days of work at Jujutsu Tech for you. You’d barely had any time to rest, having to wrap up mountains of paperwork that entailed the various curses that had been exorcised in the recent days. It was going to be another late night, everyone else had either gone home or gone to bed in the dorms, and it was just you, awake and working hard to finish up your work.
That is, you thought it was just you.
You didn’t even notice Kento standing in the doorway, watching you as you typed away on your computer. He didn’t know how you could look so stunning even when you were exhausted. He cleared his throat, which ended up startling you.
“I’m sorry,” He said as he entered, “ I didn’t mean to scare you.” In his hand was a paper bag.
You exhaled, relieved it was only Kento. Giving him a tired smile, you gestured for him to sit down in the spare seat. “It’s alright,” You assured him. “I guess I’ve just been way too absorbed in getting this done.”
“I can see that,” He replied, opening the bag. “You’ve been working tremendously hard lately. You need a break.” He took a wrapped sandwich out of the bag and offered it to you. “I know it isn’t much, but you do need to eat.”
You gratefully took the sandwich and didn’t hesitate to start eating it. You were starving.
“It won’t kill you to take a break,” He said. “Working overtime is never healthy.” He folded his hands in his lap, offering you a kind smile. You blushed at the sight. Kento rarely smiled around anyone.
You sighed softly and sat back in your chair. “I know…but I need to get this done.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t do any harm to get some sleep tonight.” He pressed gently, removing his glasses and loosening his tie. “If you’re adamant about finishing it then I would be more than happy to keep you company.”
Something about his kindness, his smile, the way he was looking at you, it was almost too much for you to handle. He had always been so nice and thoughtful toward you.
God, I love you.
He straightened in his seat suddenly, looking at you with a wide eyed gaze. It took you a moment to realize that you had said it.
Heat creeping up into your cheeks, you stammered out an apology, ears burning hotly. Kento then smiled again, getting up from his chair and rounding your desk, so he was stood in front of you. His hand gently cradled your face, thumb running along your cheek. “You mean that?” He asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded. He responded by pressing his lips to your forehead, murmuring back, “I love you, too. Now come to bed.”
(these are getting longer and longer lmfao)
Keigo Takami
(sunshine bby bird boi)
“Haaawwwks~! Haaaawwwwwwkkkksss~!”
You rolled your eyes at the incessant sounds of the girls on the TV. Hawks had just rescued a bunch of people from a burning building and, of course, a fleet of his fangirls had followed him. It made your gut twist in jealousy when you saw footage of him taking selfies with some of them. You turned off the TV after that, flopping back on the couch. You knew you shouldn’t be jealous, after all, Keigo and you were just friends, nothing more. But God damn, did he make it so hard, with his stupid good looks and stupid charm and stupid sweet heart and sense of justice.
You heard the window to your apartment slide open and feet hit the floor. “Heyyyyy, Y/N, I’m baaaaack! Mind if I use your shower?”
“You have your own apartment, Kei.” You retorted, turning your head to look at him. He looked a bit scuffed up but still had that doofy big grin on his face.
“But it’s not as fun as being here with you!” He said in a sing songy voice, “Did ya see my rescue? Pretty nifty, huh?”
“Was alright.” You said back, inciting a snort from him.
“You wound me, Y/N.” He feigned heartbreak by clutching his chest. “’Kay, lemme go get cleaned up.”
He disappeared into your bathroom, leaving you resting alone on the couch again. You heard the shower running and covered your eyes with your arms, sighing heavily. You were in love with him and you felt stupid because of it.
In a few minutes he came back out, dressed in clean clothes, his hair and wings damp still. “Wanna order some takeout or something? I could really go for some yakitori, y’know?”
“No, you go ahead, though.” You said back flatly.
Keigo frowned a bit. “Hey now, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” He flopped down on the couch next to you, giving you a quizzical look. “C’mon, Y/N, talk to meeeeeee…”
“It’s nothing important, Kei.”
“It’s important to me. You’re important to me.” He pressed further, leaning into you so his chin was on your shoulder. “Please tell me?”
You sighed, finally looking at him. “I told you it’s nothing important, Keigo.”
“Noooo, c’mon, you’re torturing me now. Please please pleeeeease tell meeeee?”
“Ugh, God, I love you, stupid! I always have!” You finally blurted, annoyed and now embarrassed.
Silence fell over the apartment as humiliated tears stung your eyes. You were half expecting him to laugh, half expecting him to gently reject you. But he didn’t.
Instead, he tucked his fingers under your chin, turning your head so you’d look at him. His face had an expression on it that you’d never seen before, his eyes were so soft, his smile so warm and comforting. “I didn’t think you felt the same.” He said. ”Wha—” you began, but he cut you off with his lips on yours. Sparks flew from behind your eyelids at the feeling.
When you two broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, a tender smile on his face. “…You sure you don’t want yakitori, though?”
Atsuhiro Sako
(this man needs so much more appreciation, honestly)
“You really ought to be more careful, Compress.” You said as you stitched up a wound on Atsuhiro’s side. “You’re probably the only sane person in the League, besides Kurogiri. How am I gonna deal with the others if you go and get yourself killed?”
“It almost sounds like you care for me, my dear.” He drawled in response, a small smirk playing across his face. Well, what you could see of it through his balaclava. He gritted his teeth, though, when you pulled the thread through again. “Fear not, I shall not leave you to fend for yourself. It would not be very theatrical of me.” His eyes lingered on your face, his grin widening when you blushed and looked away.
“…I was worried,” You admitted, finishing up with his stitches.
His smile faded then, and he placed a hand on your wrist. “I’m sorry for making you worry,” He replied, his brown eyes softening. “I promise I will be more careful from now on, alright?”
You nodded, setting your materials to the side and retrieving a bandage to wrap around his abdomen. “…Hiro?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Hm? What is it, my dear?”
“…I love you.”
He stiffened for a moment, but then a warm smile grew across his lips. He wrapped an arm around you despite the objection coming from his wounded side. Pulling you close to him, he presses his lips to your forehead, nuzzling your hair. “I know.” He said softly. “I love you, too, my dear. You mean everything to me.”
#bnha#mha#jjk#kny#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#jujutsu kaisen#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#bnha x reader#hawks x reader#mr compress x reader#kento nanami x reader#jjk x reader#sanemi shinazugawa x reader#sanemi shinazugawa#keigo takami#hawks#kento nanami#atsuhiro sako#mr compress
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