#cryptidrequests

You got it, doll! You didn’t specify your NSFW preference, so I did my best, but if this isn’t to your liking, let me know and i’ll switch things up a bit! You’re my first requester so i’ll give this one special attention☆

Pro Hero!Izuku/Female Reader, Warnings for: delusional/obsessive behavior, stalking, non-con touching

You had known Izuku since middle school and you were unashamedly part of his fan-club. Now that he was a pro you never saw him, but that didn’t change the fact that you were super proud of him. You two had been close in middle school. You’d slowly drifted apart, though, as you attended a regular high school and he attended U.A.

When you were younger you used to run after him all the time, shooing Katsuki away and reminding Izuku that there was more to being a hero than just your Quirk. Telling him that it was his compassion, his willingness to stand up for others that would make him a good hero, he didn’t need a quirk to be one. He’d beamed up at you like you were the sun, then. As long as you were around, he didn’t let Katsuki’s words affect him so much.

Katsuki had changed since then, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to support him as much as you supported Izuku. Back in highschool, when Izuku had first appeared on your television with his quirk you had been astounded. You knew he could have been a hero without one, but him having one definitely made things easier for him.

And easier they were! When he’d debuted as a pro you’d celebrated by buying some of his first official merch, and from there his popularity only grew. Soon the stores were flooded with Deku-themed everything. 

It made your heart swell, to see people appreciate him as much as you always had. He would always be a dear friend to you, even if you never reconnected with him. 

That’s why, it comes as a surprise when you literally run into him on your way home from work. Your purse goes flying but he deftly catches it before it hits the ground. 

When you see who it was that you’d bumped into you shout happily.

”Izuchan!” You clapped him on the shoulder. “Long time, no see!” 

Izuku smiled back at you, less shy than he had been in middle school. He handed you back your purse and gently gripped your elbow to drag you sideways away from the civilians crowding the sidewalk. 

“(Y/N), it’s good to see you,” His eyes crinkled as he beamed at you. “Really good!” 

“Yeah, you too.” You say, taking in his hoodie and conspicuous clothes. He was probably trying really hard not to be noticed. 

“Hey, why don’t you come back to my place for some tea and we can catch up?” You poke his cheek, smiling. “Or are you too busy for an old friend, Pro?”

He smiled at you and stepped to your side, following when you began to walk back towards your apartment. 

You both made idle chit-chat on the way to your home. You noticed Izuku looking around shiftily, and you giggled at how nervous he could still be. 

When you let him inside your apartment he looked around curiously before following you to the kitchen. 

“I’ve actually been thinking about you lately,” Izuku admitted, breaking off your previous conversation. 

“Oh?” You sat his tea down in front of him before taking a slow sip of your own.

“Yeah. It took me a while to realize it, because I was so caught up with everything else, but...”

He slid closer to you, leaving his tea cup on your counter. “You were the only one who ever encouraged me. The only one who thought I could be a hero even when I was a quirkless nobody.” 

You smiled at him. “You were never a nobody, Izuchan! You were always special to me.”

“So you still do..” It didn’t seem to be a question. But as he whispered it to himself his face took on a blissed out expression. 

You were just glad to support him. You didn’t want him to think that everything special about came from his late-blooming quirk, because that was far from the truth.

“You may be able to do more with your quirk but the thing that’s always been the most heroic about you is your spirit, Izuku.”

His smile lit up his face before he became serious again.

“It took me a long time to realize it, but now that we’re together again I know I was right, that it was true.” Izuku backed you up against your counter, caging you in with his arms. 

“You were in love with me, weren’t you? You’re still in love with me.” He smiled again, a soft thing that seemed to light up his whole face. “No one else but me, right?”

You gasped in a breath, confused at this turn of events. 

“I-Izuku, I..”

He pressed closer, the line of his body warm against your own. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “That’s okay, I love you, too.” 

He leaned down to kiss you, but you turned your face away. 

“Izuku, what are you talking about?” You said softly, hesitantly gazing up at him. 

He stroked down your neck and over the swell of your breasts with one hand. His touch caused you to gasp out as you attempt to turn your body away from him.

“You don’t have to be shy,” He whispered. “It’s just me.” 

You tried to push him backwards but his glowing feet kept him rooted to the ground. He had grown up to be a big man, but you had never thought of him as intimidating. Not until now. Now instead of making you think of protection and safety, his large arms and tall stature made sweat roll down the back of your neck. 

You wriggled in his hold, mouth still turned away from his even as he kissed the corners of your lips and your cheek. 

“Izuku, stop it, I’m scared!” 

“Darling, don’t be scared! You have no reason to fear, I’m here to protect you.” He nuzzled your face as his hand stroked lower, over your stomach and down to the waistband of your work pants.

You didn’t tell him it was him you were scared of, fear paralyzing your tongue.

He let out a happy little sigh, resting his forehead against your hair. 

“I had almost forgotten how much I loved you, can you believe that?” His question seemed to be rhetorical, he didn’t wait for your answer before speaking up again. 

“I don’t know how I could have ever forgotten you, but then I saw you a couple of weeks ago and it all came flooding back.” He unbuttoned your pants, sick of just toying with the hem. 

“I followed you home, that day.” Your breath hitched in your throat, heart beating a mile a minute. “But I had to! I had to protect you! Who knew what kind of villains could have hurt you?” 

His deft fingers slipped inside your underwear and you tilted your head towards the ceiling, blocking out the touch. 

“Just watching you wasn’t enough, though. I had to talk to you again.” He began rutting against your thigh as his fingers teased at your entrance. 

“And, oh, this is better than I thought it would be. You’re giving your love to me so willingly. We’re going to be so happy!” He smiled and leaned back, removing his fingers and dropping his pants in one quick move. 

You didn’t specify whether they were separate or poly, so I’m going to do poly because it seems interesting! If it’s not what you wanted let me know. This was supposed to be n*fw but i just couldn’t write it:’o Also i don’t know how to write mages so i did my best!

Aizawa Shouta/Reader/Toshinori Yagi  Warnings for: Fantasy AU, Rebel Leader!Reader, kidnapping, non-con drugging, graphic violence, mindbreak, character death(minor)

The battlefield was hard to see through. Soldiers stirred up dust with each sword swing, and a fire raged that wafted stinging smoke into your eyes. You strode forward anyway, heart ablaze with hate, anger, revenge. Your people had suffered too long under King Toshinori’s rule. You would make him pay.

Earlier, the rebels you commanded had been winning the fight. The royal army had almost been forced to retreat. Then He had stepped on to the battlefield with his mage-adviser. A cheer had gone up from his people and things had taken a turn for the worse. Suddenly, you switched your spells from offensive to defensive, frantically using your magic to heal your rapidly falling soldiers. 

His people called him ‘All Might’. His presence on the battlefield was enough to galvanize his army. It was something you’d never understood. How they could be so loyal to that tyrant. 

You ducked under a sword swing, twirling to face your attacker and whispering a spell that had him choking on his own blood. You didn’t even pause, you left him to die. You were trying to get to the head of the battlefield, where the king was. You were going to kill him, even if you died doing it. 

With the smoke in front of you, you couldn’t see what you were heading towards, you were only following the screams of your soldiers as they died on the kings blade. 

A low whisper sounded from behind you and you whirled around. Standing in front of you was the king’s personal mage. His long black hair floated above him as he finished his spell and you collapsed to the dirt.

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You woke up chained to the wall in what looked like a dungeon. The walls and ceiling were damp and cold. 

You coughed, chest heaving as you attempted to clear the thick clog of dust out of your throat. Your entire body ached with throbbed with pain. 

“Ah, finally you’re awake.” 

You froze in your struggling, fruitlessly searching the dark room. You couldn’t see anyone, but you could feel eyes dragging across your naked body. The stare crawled over your skin like spiders, and you shifted your knees up to cover your chest. 

A torch was lit in the furthest corner of the room and you could finally make out the person who had been watching you. It was the same mage you recognized from the battlefield, and immediately you went on the offensive. 

You snarled at him, enraged. You forgot about your nakedness, not even caring as you flailed your limbs at him. You tried to call upon your magic, but it was suspiciously absent. You screamed at the tall man anyway, inwardly worrying about your lack of magic.

“You can stop with the rebellion, now, firefly.” 

Firefly?

“You will have to stay quiet and respectful in the presence of the king. If you cannot curb your un-ladylike behavior i will not be pleased.” With that, the black haired mage left your small dungeon through a stone arched doorway.

You were shocked into silence at his immovable attitude. 

At least he left the torch. 

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You were sagging against your chains with exhaustion and dehydration by the time the door to your prison swung open again. You couldn’t muster the energy to angrily yell anymore. You could only stare in shock, and fear, as the broad shouldered king made his way into the dungeon. 

Your face twisted in hate as you watched the man come closer. 

His adviser stood just behind him, silent stare a warning and a  threat in one. 

King Toshinori’s smile was deceptively kind as he kneeled in front of you. 

“I have been waiting a long time to meet you, firefly.” 

Firefly, again? What was the meaning of that?

The king reached out to stroke your face as he spoke. 

“Your little rebellion has caused me a lot of trouble, you know.” He chuckled and looked back at the mage. “However, my dearest Shouta has come up with quite the solution.” 

Shouta lifted a clear bottle filled with thick black sludge from his robe pocket. He approached you slowly, leaning around the king’s large frame.  You pressed against the wall in fear. You were familiar with a very large range of potions but this one was unfamiliar to you. It looked thick as it clung to the bottle’s glass, and the deep black of it seemed to swirl with nebulae. 

You knew whatever it did would be painful.

The king lurched forward suddenly, taking you by surprise as he gripped your jaw to force your mouth wide. Your struggling wasn’t even acknowledged. Shouta stepped forward and very carefully poured the mixture into your mouth. 

To your surprise it tasted fruity, like pomegranate seeds. 

You looked up at them in disbelief as nothing immediately started hurting, and….

And….

You sagged slowly, tension leaving your body. Toshinori’s hands cupped around your skull suddenly felt safe, heavenly even. 

Your gut told you something was seriously wrong, but how could it be? You were here with them, you were where you were supposed to be. 

Shouta leaned over Toshinori’s shoulder to undo the manacles attached to your wrists. They throbbed an angry red, blood lining the mark but you smiled up at Shouta anyway. 

Toshinori lifted you up and you hummed at him. 

“Where are we going?”

Shouta gave you a slow look over the king’s shoulder, mouth set flat even when his eyes were amused. 

“A war rages, Firefly, and we need your help to end it.” You tilted your head staring at him curiously. “You want to make us happy, don’t you?” 

“Yes, Shouta! I’ll do anything!” Your exclamation surprised you and your skin flushed red. It seemed to amuse the king, too, as he started laughing low and loud. 

“Such a good girl.”

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The battefield wasn’t exactly what you had expected. The dead had been cleared away up to a certain point and the sight of the royal military’s carriages and battlements seemed wrong to you, somehow.

Still, you followed behind Shouta and the king as they headed steadily up to the crux of the battle. The kings protected you and the mage both with a heavy shield. The arrows raining down around you were useless, you could tell. None could pierce the thick metal. 

As you passed the king’s men began to cheer, swarming around him with glee and blatantly laughing as they saw you cowering behind him. 

“The bitch brought low,” one of them whispered to another as you passed. “Of course she would bow to the king.”

Their whispers made you anxious but you pressed onward anyway. The screams of both the enemy and king’s army grew louder. 

Something felt fuzzy on the edge of your memory, and you wondered why the king had brought you here. You knew nothing about battle. 

At least, you didn’t think you did. Everything was….hazy.

The king suddenly whipped his shield away and Shouta shot away from you, a spell already falling from his lips. The king swung his broad sword and rushed on ahead, leaving you to stare after Shouta as he performed spell after spell. 

I can do that, can’t I?

You dropped down as an arrow wizzed by your head, cowering next to the body of one of the rebels. Face to face with the corpse, you looked it in the eyes. They seemed familiar, you got flashes of those same red eyes looking down into yours, pale hair tickling your cheek. 

You reached out to touch the corpse’s still face. You were missing something. Something important. 

Cuddling close to the rapidly cooling body, you began to sob. 

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You had no idea how you had ended up in the kings bed, let alone how you had left the battlefield. You came back to yourself cuddled amongst extravagant bed clothes and luxurious pillows. 

You closed your eyes slowly, still thinking about the body on the battlefield. Something was really wrong. 

But that couldn’t be, could it? Toshinori and Shouta would never do anything to harm you. They probably just wanted you at the battlefield for moral support. There wasn’t anything wrong about wanting your lover to support you, was there?

You heard voices coming down the hallway as you contemplated. 

“Shouta, you said this would work. Does it work or not? She couldn’t do anything, like she’d lost her battle-sense!”

“My king, I-”

“She was the most feared mage in this kingdom, besides you, of course.”

“Toshinori, she-”

“She would make a good wife, yes, but I anticipated most greatly her magic! Turning it back against those rebels would end the war far quicker!”

“Yagi, if you’d let me finish.” Shouta shoved the door to your room open suddenly, startling you as you jolted back against the extravagant bedding. 

He glanced over you nonchalantly, as if you were simply a piece of furniture in the room. 

“This potion was untested,” He sighed and began to help the giant king out of his long robe. “I had not anticipated this side-effect, true, but I do think that this is a far better outcome.”

Shouta folded the sparkling robe and set it to the side. King toshinori stepped closer to the bed and settled next to your foot. He reached out to touch you lightly and the contact made you shiver, heart thrumming delightedly. 

They continued to speak to one another, hardly paying you any attention.

“I can teach her magic again with little issue.” The king tilted his head, regarding Shouta curiously. “But from what I’ve observed, the rebels are close….An issue could have arose.” 

Shouta seemed to lose his cold demeanor for a second. “This way, her mind is empty of everything but us.” 

Toshinori turned to you, already relieved and smiling that too-wide smile.