Something Special (Mirio X Reader)

Something Special  (Mirio x Reader)

Summary: Mirio asks you to come with him to UA to meet Eri. Despite your anxieties, it goes well, and when you and Mirio leave and go back to his apartment, he makes a confession that leads to something a little more physical.

Pairing: Mirio x fem!reader Word Count: ~ 4.8K Warnings: NSFW, penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, no condom, squirting (kinda), brief mentions of canon typical injuries, insecurities Author’s Note: I’ve been playing around with the idea of a reader insert fic for a while now, but I’ve been so used to writing with OCs that it took me a while to get around to it. Today I got hit with a sort of random inspiration and just decided to go for it. This is my first time writing a fic in second person. Smut starts pretty much right after the ‘*’ if that’s what you’re here for. Enjoy!

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“Are you sure this is okay, Mirio?” You ask as you trail alongside the blond boy, bypassing the gates to the hero school.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?” He asks, looking down at you with bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile.

“Well, you know…” You wring your hands in front of you. “I’ve never been a student here and… It just feels weird barging in.”

“We’re not just barging in, silly. Aizawa knows we’re coming.”

“He knows you’re coming,” you remind him. You were simply an add-on to Mirio’s visit, and the fear of being entirely unwelcome has been coiled deep in your gut since Mirio suggested (more like demanded) you come with him to the campus.

“Look,” Mirio stops walking and turns to you. He raises two large hands and places them firmly on your shoulders. “I just really want you to meet Eri. She means a lot to me, and she’s sort of lacking in the… Female role-model department. I think you could really help her.”

You frown up at him, ignoring the way your heart is racing from the weight of his hands on you. “You want me to, what, play with her, or something?”

Mirio laughs, a beautiful, song-like sound. God, you love the way he laughs, full body and so, so genuine. Considering everything he’s been through, it’s a wonder he even still has the capacity to feel such unbridled joy. He is truly incredible.

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Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me)

Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader fic. Thought I’d drop down the first chapter of this ongoing story. Currently up to 12 chapters I believe. You can find the rest on my A03 and I’ll try and put future chapters up here too. Fic summary:  You and Steve are trying your best to enlist to join your best friend Bucky on the front line but life keeps kicking you back down. You’re all friends from childhood. Is the war going to tear you all apart? Chapter 1 - Your Country Needs You! Smack!

“Hey, get the hell outta here!” you growl at the guy beating up your friend as you socked a punch so hard into his face that he fell over into the trashcans in the alleyway.

“You goddamn broad, how dare you!” the guy yells as he scrambles to his feet. “Ain’t your Daddy never told you to play nice?”

“Ain’t your Daddy ever told you not to start a fight?” you snap back. “Especially one you ain’t got a hope and a prayer of winning?”

“So what…Stevie needs a dame to save him now?” the guy laughs.

You chance a quick look at Steve who was still on the ground. He looked mortified and he looked ashamed. You didn’t have time to soothe his wounded ego.

Geez Louise, Steve. Can you not go five minutes without finding trouble?

“Well this dame just put an end to your grandstanding. So how about you scram before I hit you again, huh?” you snarl.

“Think I won’t hit you because you’re a girl?” the guy says, starting to advance on you. “You’re sorely mistaken, sweetcheeks. You need to be taught some goddamn manners and to know where your place is.”

He’s about to backhand you when another hand shoots out, stopping it dead in its tracks.

“That’s not very polite,” comes that oh so familiar voice.

Bucky.

“The lady was only tryna help her friend,” Bucky continues. “Now, why don’t you buzz off before you have me to deal with?”

There’s a lot of spluttering and a few hateful glares thrown around before the guy slinks off, muttering something about getting you all later.

Immediately you help Steve to his feet.

“I had him,” Steve grumbles.

“You didn’t have diddly squat,” you laugh. “But you lasted longer than the previous time you got in a fight.”

“You don’t need to keep saving me all the time guys,” Steve sighs. “I can do this. I really can.”

“I know, you’re pretty swell at taking punches,” Bucky grins. “But maybe practise on a littler guy first.”

Steve just flushes horribly and looks down at the trash strewn alley. Your heart goes out to him. He always tried his best and he was such a gentleman. If he was just a little bit taller you’re sure he’d have girls falling over themselves.

“As for you, Missy, is this gonna be another time where I’m explaining to your Pa why you have bruises on your knuckles?” Bucky laughs.

You cringe every time they used that nickname but unfortunately it seemed to have stuck. Bucky thought it was perfect considering you were the most unladylike girl in Brooklyn and Steve just went along with whatever Bucky said.

“I ain’t gonna say sorry for helping my friend,” you huff, folding your arms.

“You know it’s a shame you weren’t born a guy,” Bucky smiles. “You’d be a hell of a soldier, doll.”

Now it’s your turn to flush horribly. You cast a quick glance at Steve who gives you a knowing smile.

The both of you had been trying to enlist for the army recently, forging your documents and going from local recruitment fair to local recruitment fair. You were a pretty wiry looking girl so you had no problem passing for a young guy. Steve had been helping you get your voice lower and showing you male mannerisms.

At first he’d protested, saying all the usual stuff like ‘war ain’t no place for a lady’ but the more you saved him from the bullies of Brooklyn, the more he’d come round to the idea. Now he was even helping you bush your eyebrows out more with gravy granules and had put forward his meagre savings to buy you a realistic guy toupee to hide your hair. Boy did Steve get some strange looks buying that.

“She would,” Steve agrees, smiling at you warmly. “She wouldn’t be no coffee cooler for sure.”

Both men laugh and you smile broadly at the two of them, putting your arms around them both.

My boys.

It’d always been the three of you against the world and as your fingers skipped over Bucky’s uniform, you felt a pang of sadness. Soon he’d be going to the front lines and it didn’t feel right him leaving without you and Steve.

You made a silent vow that you’d get into the army no matter what. You didn’t care if you got arrested for trying.

“Hey, you guys wanna come to the World’s Fair tomorrow?” Bucky asks. “I’m taking a dame and she has a sister, Steve.”

“Uhhh,” Steve splutters, turning an adorable shade of pink. “Sure, Buck.”

“How about you, Missy?”

“I’m not gonna have to listen to you two gettin’ all doll dizzy am I?” you roll your eyes. “Because I can’t think of anything worse.”

“She’s got a brother too?” Bucky adds.

“I ain’t going blind flying,” you say sternly. “You know better than to try and set me up with someone, Buck.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighs long and hard. “You’re way too intense for some guys, doll.”

“Well, I think she’s just great,” Steve interjects fiercely. “What guy doesn’t dream of a dame that can take care of herself?”

“Most of the population, Stevie,” Bucky laughs. “Scarlett O’ Hara girls are high maintenance.”

“Is that what I am?” you say, folding your arms.

“Nah,” Bucky shakes his head. “You ain’t that spoilt, sugar.”

“Damn right,” you laugh. “And I’ll come to the fair but only because I wanna see the new technology.”

“Atta girl,” Bucky winks. “I gotta head back to base but I’ll meet you guys tomorrow.”

After a polite head nod, he whirls around, looking mighty impressive in his uniform and strides back out onto the street.

“Come on, Missy,” Steve sighs. “Put your goo-goo eyes back in your head.”

“What?” you splutter.

“You think I don’t see that look on every dame’s face when they look at him?” Steve says grimly. “Even you aren’t immune to James Barnes’ charm.”

He looks incredibly disappointed and you feel damn guilty. All you were doing was admiring the tailoring. Sure you liked Buck and he was attractive but you knew he was a ladykiller and he would never treat you right if you allowed yourself to feel more for him. Besides, who’s to say he’d even like you back in the first place?

“It’s never gonna happen, Stevie,” you smile. “So quit bellyaching and walk me home.”

You knew that would appeal to Steve’s sense of pride and he gallantly gives you his arm to which you slide your own through it. The two of you walk along the streets, ignoring the judgemental stares of people and the pitying looks they gave you.

“She’s so kind to be giving him a chance,” you hear a group of girls mutter as they pass the two of you.

You tense up incredibly and you feel Steve patting your arm gently, “Leave it, Missy. They’re not worth it.”

“Goddamn rude broads,” you hiss, trying to alleviate some of the rage you felt.

“I’m used to it,” Steve shrugs sadly.

“You shouldn’t hafta be,” you say firmly.

“That’s just how the world is, Missy. Someday soon we’ll both get into the army and then we can both prove we’re not any lesser than the men around us.”

“You make that a promise, Steve Rogers,” you demand.

“I promise, Missy,” he smiles.

**

Sweet Jesus this fair was excruciating!

You had to watch as Bucky charmed the pants off of the two girls whilst Steve trailed a distance behind, obviously not impressing the sister at all. Pretty soon, Buck had a girl on each arm.

You tried your best to concentrate on the wonderful technology around you, marvelling at the ingenuity.

All of you stopped in front of the Stark Industries display to watch his amazing new creation. Ok…sure it didn’t work exactly as you expected, as you watched the hovercar crash to the ground with inelegance, but nobody ever invented anything without trying a lot first, right?

“Hey Missy, there is a recruitment fair here,” Steve whispers in your ear, nodding towards a tent. “Shall we try?”

“You bet your ass we should,” you grin.

The both of you slink away from Bucky and the girls, heading to the tent. You had your guy clothing in a drawstring bag slung over your shoulder. Nobody ever questioned you about how out of place it looked as you always wore your factory clothes out, a pair of smart dungarees over a shirt. Dresses really weren’t your thing at all.

Steve stops at the military display, looking into a projection of how he’d be as a soldier. He doesn’t even reach the designated height on the board and you see the defeated look on his face.

Oh Stevie, you can do this. I know you can.

You pat him on the shoulder lightly and draw him away from the display so he can’t keep mentally beating himself up. You’re about to follow him out into the main tent when a photo catches your eye. The uniforms are British from what you can tell and in the centre stands a woman.

Wow, do they let women join up in Britain? You couldn’t help but admire her. She was everything you wanted to be and heck, she even kept her femininity too. You wondered if you could ever meet her someday.

The sounds of an argument floats over to you and you walk on, just in time to see Steve and Bucky in a war of words.

“-How many times you gonna enlist, huh Steve?” Bucky says in irritation. “You know one of these days they’re actually gonna take you and I’m gonna hear about my dead friend on the wire.”

“Hey, stop it,” you say, getting between them.

“And you’re not much better, Missy,” Bucky says sternly. “Think I don’t know you’ve been trying too?”

Your face pales a little. How on earth did he work that one out?!

“I followed you once,” Bucky explains. “I saw you in men’s clothes. Are you that stupid, doll? You really wanna fight that badly?”

“I should be able to serve my country, same as you guys,” you hiss.

“You do, sweetheart. You help make the planes,” Bucky says.

“It’s not enough,” you shake your head. “I can fight, I know I can. I’m better than either of you.”

“Steve, will you give us a minute?” Bucky says in a low voice, one you’ve not heard him use before.

Steve just gives you a worried look before he skulks off to the registration desk.

“What, you gonna lecture me now?” you huff defensively.

Bucky grabs your arm, pulling you into a more secluded corner, “I need you to stay here, Missy. I need you to look after Stevie because he’s notgoing to get into the army and it’s gonna goddamn kill him. I don’t want him doing something drastic, you know? You’re the only person I trust who can do that.”

“It’s not fair, Buck and you know it,” you spit. “I’ve knocked you on your ass more times than I can count. I can take on some Nazis.”

“I got no doubt,” Bucky smiles sadly. “But doll, if either of you died it’d kill me inside. I’d rather you both be safe.”

“It’s not your call to make,” you say defiantly.

“Jesus, Missy,” Bucky sighs. “You’re such a stubborn mule, ain’t ya? Don’t make me tell your Pa what you been doing.”

“You wouldn’t dare, James,” you snarl.

“Don’t you 'James’ me, sugar pie,” Bucky growls back. “I find out you enlisted, I’ll drag you home myself.”

There’s nothing much more to say. You just lean back against the wall, glowering at the floor. You didn’t give a rat’s ass what Buck said. You were still gonna try and you were gonna help Steve try too.

“Now you gonna come dance with us?” Bucky asks, deflecting the conversation like he’s certain he’s won you over.

“And watch you jive with those girls whilst I sit on the side like a wallflower? Blow it outta your barracks bag, Barnes,” you grit your teeth.

“Come on, Missy, don’t be like this,” Bucky sighs. “It’s my last night before I get shipped out. I don’t wanna end it with you being mad at me.”

You keep silent, staring at the opposite wall. He’d really annoyed you a lot tonight. How could he ask you to stay behind, to ask Steve to stay behind whilst he put himself in danger without any back up?

“Doll, please,” Bucky pleads before grasping your arm and hugging you tightly. “I can’t handle you being mad at me. Stop it.”

You subconsciously relax against him as he grips you to him and he softly kisses your cheek.

“We’ll always be a team, the three of us,” he whispers against you. “I’m just representing our little wayward Brooklyn gang out in Europe.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and you feel Bucky smiling against your shoulder.

Goddamnit, why is he so charming when all I want to do is punch his stupid face?!

He pulls back, cupping your cheek, “Please look after Stevie for me? Promise me, Missy?”

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll look after him.”

“Thank you,” Bucky grins. “You’re my best friend, Missy. I’ll be a whole lot rosier knowing you’re safe.”

“Yeah yeah,” you dismiss. “Go to your damned speakeasy with the girls.”

He gives you a quaint little kiss to the back of the hand before winking and leaving the tent.

There’s that familiar tug on your heartstrings but you bury the feeling. He’d be leaving tomorrow, actually leaving to cross the Atlantic. Would you ever see him again? Would he make it back? Would you ever see those mischievous twinkling eyes again….

“Oh god-fucking-damnit!” you swear in the most unladylike way and turn to the arcade game set up nearby.

The Strength-O-Meter.

In your swirl of emotions, you pick up the hammer, giving the plate a hefty whack to try and get some of your energy out. The marker shoots to the top, dinging the bell slightly. Well that gave you a bit of satisfaction at least.

“Hey, I heard you swearing,” Steve says, peeking his head round the corner. “Guessing Buck told you off?”

“If that fuddy duddy thinks I’m gonna stay here and play homemaker, he has another thing coming,” you growl, hitting the plate again and the bell dings more forcefully.

“Maybe don’t take it out on the games?” Steve laughs. “Come on, let’s get you changed. I have my evaluation soon.”

You both sneak off. Steve helps you adjust your clothing, put the toupee on and make your features look more masculine. You’re thanking god you never grew breasts because this would’ve made the whole process a lot harder.

“Scares me how much you look passable,” Steve smiles. “You’re a pretty girl. It shouldn’t even be possible to do this.”

“Shut it, Steve,” you blush. “Let’s get going, huh?”

You walk up to the registration desk and fill out the form and both of you wait for your assessments. You can’t help but notice you’re being carefully watched and you try your best not to meet the man’s eye in case he looked too closely at you.

“Come with me,” another man says, leading you away.

Steve flashes you a thumbs up and you give him one back.

**

“So…Mr…Thomas Morgan,” the assessor starts, looking at your notes whilst you sit there with your shirt off, being measured.

“Call me Tom, please,” you smirk, doing your best impression of Bucky that you could.

“Or should I say Thomasina,” the guy says wryly. “You may not be very developed but you’re definitely a woman.”

Oh rats.

“You know I have to inform the police, right?” the guy says.

“That won’t be necessary,” comes a heavily accented voice from behind the curtain. “I’ll be dealing from now on, thank you.”

“Dr Erskine, of course,” the assessor nods and leaves the room.

The man called Dr Erskine walks into view and you recognise him as the man who’d been staring at you and Steve in the waiting area.

“Do you not want to put your shirt back on?” he smiles warmly.

“Doesn’t bother me, sir,” you reply back. “I’m not like other girls.”

“So I’ve seen,” Dr Erskine laughs. “I saw your little display with the strength test and how…impassioned you were about fighting. Tell me, girl, do you want to kill Nazis?”

“I just want to be able to serve my country the same as anyone else,” you answer honestly. “Why should guys get to and women can’t? Do we not have the same pride, do we not have the same patriotism, will we not die just the same if the Krauts make it to the US?”

Dr Erskine smiles so broadly that his eyes start twinkling, “And would you fight, Miss….”

“Everyone calls me Missy, sir,” you introduce yourself. “And yes, I would. I’m not afraid, I’ll do whatever is asked to make sure the US remains free.”

“Quite,” Dr Erskine nods. “I notice you came here with your small friend who has also tried to enlist. Do you think he deserves a chance, Missy?”

“Of course,” you say fervently. “He should have the same opportunity. If he wants to fight, why can’t you let him? Why does there need to be limits? A soldier is a soldier right?”

“How terribly modern,” Dr Erskine smiles before picking up your papers from the tray table and stamping them. “We may need modern thinking. There are dark days ahead…Mr Morgan.”

Did you just hear that right?!

Dr Erskine doesn’t say another word but gives you a small bow of his head before leaving.

You scramble for your papers and see the huge stamp of approval in the check box.

He let me in. He let me join even though he knew what I was.

You want to whoop with happiness but that would just draw attention to yourself so you redress and skulk out, trying to find Steve.

You spot him outside, a wide beaming grin so deep it’s practically etched onto his face.

“I did it, Miss- oh horsefeathers, I meant Tom!” Steve laughs, forgetting you were still in your male persona.

Goddamn, Steve was too polite sometimes.

“That’s great!” you cry. “So did I!”

“Really?!” Steve smiles. “Oh my god, we’re actually in!”

“Well shit on a shingle,” you laugh. “We’d best start packing.”

Your Biggest Fan | MASTERLIST

PART XVII: i fucked everything up

↝ During the day you work under number one hero Ground Zero’s agency as a receptionist, but at night you run the biggest hero fansite wholly dedicated to the number one hero, Ground Zero himself. When Bakugou stumbles upon your fansite, he goes undercover as a fan using a fake account. Eventually, you both slowly fall for the other’s online alias, completely unaware of who’s actually behind the accounts.

A/N: i love bakusquad so much 🥺 bakugou having friends he can open up to instead of suppressing his feelings and feeling like he has to handle things on his own 😭 well as for the next part, it’ll be a written fic! a lot of shit goes down so… look forward to it! 🤭😳👁

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Newfangle » Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto

wordcount: 4.3k

warnings: smut, prohero au/18+, language, threesome, pregnancy, cuck shou, daddy kink, lactation, vaginal penetration, mentions of stalking

for my wife, my one and only, the peppa to my suzie, the angel to my devil, my stars and moon— weese. happy birthday, my love. ♡ 

Pregnancy becomes an onslaught of novelties, some more familiar than others.

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Hellfire » Todoroki Enji

wordcount: 4,947

warnings: age difference, quirk play, swearing, NSFW, breeding kink, daddy kink… just, nasty shit You know what they say: Fuck his dad.

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l’ incendie

Pairing: Hal x Reader

Summary: You grew up as witness to the atrocities committed under the British crown. Lord Grey is your father and newly pledged councilman of the royal court. Now, England has a new boy king, one who is set on keeping peace in Europe. You are determined to see England burn, even if it means corrupting the lionhearted boy of Eastcheap.

Word count: 10k+

Warnings: explicit smut, strong violence, sacrilegious imagery a blowjob in a chapel lmao

A/N: l’ incendie ; French translation for fire

..so..I watched The King back in November and have had this idea in my brain for the past 2 months now?? It literally consumed me. All throughout my last few weeks of classes and final papers, this is honestly all I could think about, like I’ve been bumping the soundtrack and rewatching the film to plan this, I looked at Lord Grey’s true lineage (he aint Scottish btw I made that up..but he really was related to King Edward lol)…….I’ve just had to get this out of me for so. long. and I’m so happy that I finally have! It feels like this huge weight is gone, but I’ve enjoyed this creative process so much, like it’s so exciting when you hyper-fixate find a new piece of media that you enjoy so much that you dive completely and utterly into everything about it that you can get your hands on, and this is my piece for this!

And my boy Timmy?? Had no fucking clue who this guy was before I saw the film, now I’m writing fics about him a;sdkfjskj but you’re here reading this so. we’re both guilty.

I love story arcs like this where you see a character’s slow descent into corruption and having it revealed that someone was talking in their ear the whole time….i eat that shit right up. Reader’s character is heavily inspired by Lady Macbeth. Using wiles, using sex, etc. Ooh baby. I had fun with this. 

gif credit to @michonnegrimes​ 

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