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  • liliththegardener
    05.12.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Ch 2. All Of You - a Villain All Might x 3rd person F reader fanfic

    [All of You, Ch 2. 3rd person F reader x Villain All Might; refrained from giving her a name or hair/skin/eye color so you can self insert easily as you read. Stalker kink + praise kink + brat taming. This chapter goes as follows: plot, angst, smut, angst, smut, fluff/humor, preview of ch 3 smut. If you’re only here for smut, it first starts 2/5ths of the way in. This AU MHA fanfic was inspired by Attachment on AO3 by Samnit. Please check out StormCallArt for all the steamy Villain All Might art your heart could desire, her art is another big inspiration for this fic. Art credit belongs to her! If you could spare a comment with any feedback or a line/scenario you especially liked/disliked, please do so! Dubious consent, non-con touching, and non-con filming abound. Ayooo, they’re catching feels despite all those warning tags, I swear. 11k words chapter, so buckle up mf'ers. Enjoy!]

    She woke up in a cold sweat, nauseous from pushing her quirk too far. The tendrils of light from the rising sun had yet to reach her windows, but the purple dawn sky illuminated her small apartment just enough to make out the silhouette of the man passed out on her bed.

    It was not what she was expecting. She tried rubbing the sleep from her eyes 3 times before coming to the conclusion that, no, she was not just imagining things in the dark. All Might had...deflated?

    His villain getup was comically large and pooling around him while Yagi Toshinori slept, completely knocked out and unaware of his surroundings.

    Was this a side effect of his quirk or his injury? Did he have two forms? He looked similar, like a tall, lanky, scrawny version of All Might, but with sharp angular features from being severely underweight and longer unruly hair.

    She swallowed hard, not sure what to do. If she called the police, would they even believe her? Would All Might and his cronies get back at her for getting him thrown in jail? Would her grandmother keep her locked up at UA, taking away all her newfound freedom? What if she just chucked him off the balcony and hoped for the best? She huffed a humorless laugh at the thought.

    No, she'd need the morning to sort out the best course of action. She slid off the bed and made for her dresser, putting on clean undergarments and a set of scrubs whilst staring at the man in her bed the whole time lest he begins to stir until she caught a glimpse of bruises at her hips. He'd left a smattering of hickeys all over her neck and shoulders as well, she realized while gazing into the mirror. She traced her fingertips over them, a trail of unblemished skin following in their wake -- they were erased in seconds with no drain on her energy due to their simplicity.

    She only woke up before him because she had opted to tap into his energy while healing him rather than only utilizing her own last night -- something dangerous to attempt and possibly even life-threatening to a patient. He had far more than she anticipated in terms of energy reserves, though...she wondered how much progress she made as a result of that excess. But she was reluctant to get close enough to check, afraid he'd come-to and grab her.

    After rummaging through her desk she found a notebook and pen. She held the cap between her teeth, the ball-point pressed to the paper while she tried to find the right words.

    "Don't be mad." *Don't be -- Don't be mad?! Oh my god, I must be the dumbest bitch on the planet.* She paled at the written words but her lips twitched, trying to not laugh.

    "You can meet me at the office for your next session." *Okay, that's a little better, keep it clinical, right? Make sure there are witnesses? Nothing is unsexier than a doctor's office! No grinding or face riding to be had there.* She cracked a smile at her twisted sense of humor, trying to make light of the conflicted feelings she was experiencing over last night.

    The address was scrawled beneath it. She eyed the note with uncertainty, worrying her lip as her mind raced.

    She could heal him in this form too, she thought to herself. It'd certainly be less intimidating. But why was she still willing to do so in the first place? She sighed to herself. Because it was the most likely route to keep her and her loved ones safe, obviously. Even if it felt like walking into a trap, was there any point trying to subdue or evade the top villain in the country when he presumably had a whole network of people to do his bidding if needed?

    She groaned and angrily chucked the spiral notebook at him from across the room. It managed to hit him square in the face, making her freeze. It'd be downright hilarious if he wasn't...him. Once she was certain he was still out cold, she grabbed her raincoat and purse, locking up the apartment behind her to leave unnecessarily early for work. She sure as shit didn't want to be around when he woke up.

    -- -- --

    Yagi finally stirred a few hours after her departure, feeling almost hungover and utterly exhausted, his abdomen throbbing with a dull pain. It took a few moments to recall last night, but the instant he did his eyes flashed open just to be met with lined paper obscuring his vision. He rapidly sat up, a notebook falling off of his face as soon as he was upright but immediately forgotten. He turned his head back and forth, searching the room for her.

    Gone. She was gone. And he was...this. She saw him like this. He glared down at himself, seething. The words 'Don't be mad. You can meet me at the office for your next session,' were scrawled messily onto the notebook sitting in his lap followed by an address he had familiarized himself with in the last week. He barked a laugh at her sheer ridiculousness, palming his face and dragging it down across his sharp features in exasperation.

    Yagi slid off the bed, using one hand to hold up his loose pants and belt while the other rustled his hair in irritation. He strode to the mirror to check her handiwork, having to stoop down to see his own face reflecting back in it due to his staggering height.

    He stilled, staring at a face that was not quite his own. His eyes flitted down to take in more, a wave of confusion clouding his mind. He was not the gaunt wraith he had become accustomed to seeing these last 5 years. Still skinny and weak, but the hollows around his eyes had filled in and his sunken cheekbones looked fuller. He still had a sickly look about him but no longer looked on the verge of death while untransformed.

    His breathing started to come in rapidly -- maybe he was imagining it but it felt like his lone lung took in more air than before. Yagi grabbed at his shirt and tugged it up, inspecting his abdomen in awe. The scar was mostly intact, but a small portion of it just below his ribcage had new ribbons of flat pale pink skin denting into the strange twisted puckering of his scar tissue.

    He'd lost both his stomach and a lung in the attack. They were able to construct something stomach-like for him using parts of his remaining digestive tract, but it was nearly impossible to absorb any nutrients. And that was *if* he could even manage to feel hungry. His remaining lung was functional, but never at full capacity. He looked back into the mirror and tilted his head to the side, trying to fathom what internal mending she had done while healing him. As if in answer, his stomach growled loudly.

    -- -- --

    Her phone buzzed while she was perched on the lab counter at the rear of the office, her feet off the ground and legs casually swinging in the air. She pressed her shoulders into the wall behind her and unlocked the screen, the message preview showing a picture from an unknown number. Her eyes went wide and cheeks turned bright red, staring at a still-shot from the video he took the night before -- his face peering up from between her thighs, an unseen smile reaching his eyes, her hands entangled in his hair and urging him on.

    "Whoa, who’s the big guy?" Hina whispered from behind her pickled plum onigiri while sitting in an office chair beside her.

    She panicked, fumbling with the phone screen and nearly dropping it while she tried to dismiss the notification. Hina looked up, perplexed by the behavior, making her realize it wasn’t the photo she was talking about. Thankfully Hina had not caught a glimpse of the picture, but that also meant he was finally here. She slid from the counter and stood ramrod straight, afraid to turn and look out the window. "What color hair does he have?" She said uneasily, gaping at Hina rather than checking for herself. A soft chime rang through the rooms as the front door was pulled open.

    "Blonde, you know him? Does he have some kinda *size* quirk? Y'know, like..." Hina wriggled her eyebrows with innuendo before her onigiri was unceremoniously pushed into her mouth by her friend. "What? It's not like he can hear me from back here!" She muttered, wiping away bits of rice sticking to her face.

    “I sort of know him,” she whispered back, unsure how to explain while peeking over her shoulder. An unmasked All Might was ducking through the door frame when she looked toward the front of the office, the back of his hair a little unruly and his two long swaths of bangs framing his face. He was absolutely immense, but in a fitted pair of belted trousers and a tucked-in white button-up shirt he almost looked...normal. He even had a long tan business-like overcoat folded over his arm and umbrella in hand, looking as if he’d just left a meeting. Maybe there was a ‘raging asshole’ convention he was a panelist at nearby.

    “Oh my god, are you two dating?” Hina scooted her wheeled office chair closer, craning her neck to watch as he sat in one of the wooden benches at the front where he took up two seats.

    “Noooo, no no, nothing like that,” she hid most of her face behind a clipboard so only her eyes peeked out over the top, feeling her cheeks were still warm.

    “Liar” Hina snickered, spinning her chair in circles with a big grin and a few stray grains of rice on her face.

    She sighed and tucked the clipboard under her arm, taking her phone out to check the time -- he arrived 5 minutes before the end of her shift, but her appointments were already taken care of. She rallied up her courage to walk across the office and past the front desk, stopping only once she was directly in front of him so they could have a hushed conversation away from Hina’s prying ears.

    “Sorry honey, am I early?” He purposely asked far too loud, flashing a deceptively charming smile.

    From up this close, she could tell it was a hair away from a contemptuous smirk. Her eye might’ve twitched with frustration -- she could already hear Hina tapping away at her phone keyboard. “I’m going to break this fucking clipboard over your giant fucking head,” she hissed so only he could hear.

    “I’d like to see you fucking try, sweetheart,” he whispered back, his eyes burning fiercely despite the bullshit smile plastered on his face.

    Her phone buzzed in her hand, the message preview showing it was from Hina -- just the word ‘liar’ in all capital letters followed by a sea of eggplant emojis. She wondered just how many UA medical staff group chats Hina was in, as that directly correlated to how quickly the gossip would spread. “Don’t say another fucking word,” she murmured, casting a glance over her shoulder where Hina was completely engrossed in drafting a text.

    “You left in such a hurry this morning, baby” he grinned mischievously, no longer keeping his voice down while rolling his long-sleeved shirt up to his elbows. Hina was pressing her lips together now, holding back a laugh but still staring down at her phone and typing away furiously. She *definitely* heard that comment.

    “Oh my god,” she mumbled to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes, willing herself to take a deep calming breath. She couldn’t heal him here while a coworker was present without all the right documentation, and it was clear there was no way Hina could keep a secret or cover for her. “Hina, I’m going to take off,” she called out and walked towards the hook where her things were hung. All Might rose from the bench and instantly fell in step behind her, grabbing both from the rack before she could reach out for them.

    He offered her coat to her but held onto the purse, holding his hand out expectantly. She set the clipboard down onto the table beside them and stared down at his palm with a frown before reluctantly giving him her phone -- she had the distinct feeling she would not be seeing it again today, or perhaps ever. All Might tucked it away into her purse while she shrugged her lightweight raincoat onto her shoulders, her face strained while worried thoughts filtered in. Was leaving the office a mistake? She stared at her discarded clipboard while pulling her hood up over her hair, but was startled out of her concerns when her body was gently tugged toward his.

    All Might was standing incredibly close, towering over her but tying the belt of her coat at her waist with her purse hanging off his arm, the smile on his face almost...content? Her brow furrowed, gazing up at him, trying to make sense of the strangely affectionate gesture and how genuine it felt in that moment.

    Hina’s phone chimed as she snapped a picture of them, looking utterly shameless and leaning against the front desk counter. “I’ll close up shop. Have fun!” she tittered before grinning back down at her phone.

    All Might held the door from outside and unfurled his umbrella as they stepped out into the rain. He stood out like a sore thumb walking on the crowded street, laughably taller than every other pedestrian with his insanely large golf umbrella hovering above his head. He kept his hand pressed into her upper back to keep her close to his side, his thumb and index finger gently gripping the back of her neck should she try to run.

    “Do you just enjoy acting like a fucking enigma or were you posing for that photo?” She tried rolling her shoulders to knock his hand out of place, but the pressure only got firmer.

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling,” he flashed a sadistic grin, his eyes wild when their gazes locked, his expression completely at odds with his words and tone. The look on his face sent a few nosy strangers scurrying.

    She rolled her eyes and laughed, shoving her hands into her pockets. His mood swings had her continuously reeling, but sometimes a strange sense of calm acceptance let her find the humor in this treacherous predicament. It was better to feel detached over the danger she was in rather than endlessly panic, right? Or maybe she was just a basket case, she wondered as she turned her gaze to stare ahead of them.

    His grin faded and brow quirked, watching her in silent curiosity as they walked.

    -- -- -- --

    “Your phone keeps buzzing,” he growled, watching her rear sway as she climbed the stairs leading up to his apartment.

    “I’m sure Hina’s picture of us has already made the rounds with the UA medical staff, so you can pat yourself on the back for making my work life a living hell” she sighed, stepping away from the only door on the landing so he could unlock it. The hall and stairwell reeked of stale beer, a likely side effect of living on the floor above a dive bar.

    After a rattle of keys, the door clicked open, revealing an industrial-like loft with high black ceilings and exposed muted-brown brick, sparsely decorated with hues of black, grey, and sage green. It was unexpectedly modern and borderline posh, especially when taking into consideration the run-down exterior of the building and general neighborhood.

    Her mouth must have been hanging open because he took her chin into his hand to close it and tilted her head up to look at him. “Is it upsetting that unruly suitor of yours that you work with?” He was grinning fiendishly.

    *'Suitor?' Who says shit like that?* She surmised he was talking about Makoto and tried knocking his hand from her chin unsuccessfully. His thumb reached up and grazed her lower lip, tugging it down just slightly while he stared at her mouth longingly. His heated gaze brought up a mixture of emotions for her, both aroused and irritated. “Suitors, not suitor,” she joked, glancing down at the thickly corded muscles of his forearm.

    He released her chin to snatch her hand and practically dragged her into the apartment, his eyes flashing dangerously. “I've got a few pictures of us I could send too. Is that what you’d like, pet?” All Might slammed the door shut behind them and began gazing around the loft for just the right piece of furniture to bend her over.

    ‘Pet’? Another new nickname, but still better than ‘baby’ and ‘honey.’ She dug her heels into the floor when he started guiding her to the couch, nearly stumbling when he kept moving. “You’re starting to sound like a pathetically jealous boyfriend,” she muttered, avoiding his eyes when he stopped to look back at her.

    “I’m very...unattached, I assure you.” He tilted his head, his expression impassive despite the fact his mind was consumed with thoughts of her for weeks now.

    She yanked her hand out of his grasp, perhaps only because he allowed it, and rubbed her tender wrist. “Great. Excellent. Let’s keep this professional then, shall we?” She began removing her coat and looking for a place to set it down. “I have a lot of questions for you before we get started with the next round of healing.”

    A vein throbbed at his temple, frustratedly looking from the armrest of the couch he wanted to fuck her over and back to her face, then to the coat in her hands and the collection of items tucked under his arm. “What sort of questions?” he ground out with gritted teeth, roughly grabbing her jacket from her and striding past to hang everything onto a standing coat rack. He kicked off his shoes and removed her phone from her purse to tuck away in his pocket before walking back to her, looking surly.

    She paused, wanting to phrase it delicately. “You have another form, a different body,” she stated lamely, trying to look anywhere but at him. She was staring at the floor when she realized she was still wearing shoes on account of him dragging her through the threshold and busied herself with removing them.

    “That’s not a fucking question,” he never took his eyes off her, even as he lowered himself onto the couch and leaned into it, draping his arms over the back as if trying to take up as much space as possible.

    "Is it being that, um, severe just part of your quirk, or is it part of your injury?" She relented, turning and walking away to set her shoes by the front door. She took stock of her surroundings, noticing there wasn't any mechanism that would keep someone locked inside...perhaps this wasn't quite the hostage situation she had thought it would be.

    "The injury," he kept his responses short and terse, not expounding further. He despised knowing she'd seen him weak and vulnerable -- perhaps almost as much as he hated that she had managed to escape his clutches.

    "You asked me about healing major organs last night, but not about regenerating one," she turned back to face him, feeling a little more confident at a distance. His features darkened with irritation before she realized that also was not a question. "I felt you were missing two, your stomach and your left lung, is that correct?" She glanced down at her hands, trying to recall what she had picked up on with her quirk. "They reconstructed a new stomach from your digestive tract, but I may have inadvertently reversed that while regenerating it...did you eat today? More or less than usual?"

    "More," he grunted out, the corners of his lips turning up when he saw how his answers were starting to piss her off.

    She was glaring at him now, his lack of cooperation grating. "I haven't regrown it completely, so don't get carried away -- it's still not as big as it should be."

    "How about I let you check?" He began unbuckling his belt, his gaze roving up and down her body with a lascivious grin.

    She huffed out in exasperation, trying to not get flustered. "I didn't get a chance this morning to check on how much progress --" she began before he interjected, the memory a sore spot for him.

    "You mean you ran out on me, girl. Because you were afraid. Because you knew I'd be livid," he snapped, a muscle in his jaw tensing.

    "Tapping into your power was the only way I could make sure you kept your hands off of me," she moved across the room, stopping when she stood in front of him, trying to show she wasn't afraid anymore.

    "So, I'm not supposed to pass out?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlocking his fingers, his features marred by fury. "You just fucking healed me without asking if I was ready to start and made sure it knocked me out?"

    She put her hands on her hips and laughed coldly. "Oh, we're going to talk about consent now? What about my consent with...with whatever the fuck happened last night?"

    "Tch, you like that kind of shit," his words were dismissive while he eyed her hungrily.

    "You don't get to just assume something like that and hope for the best!" She ran a hand through her hair, not believing she had to have this conversation with a fully grown man.

    "I didn't need to assume, *I know,*" he hissed, his face contorted with animosity.

    "How the fuck could you possibly know something like that, you prick?" She folded her arms across her chest, scoffing at him.

    All Might dug into a pocket and whipped out his phone, unlocking and tapping on it furiously until he pulled up the folder of lewd pictures and videos he had taken of her over the last several weeks.

    It started as a muffled whisper, steadily increasing as he upped the volume: 'No, no, stop, please,' mixed in with the whirring sound of a toy interlaced with her panting.

    He kept his eyes trained on her face, his lips stretched into a smug grin as her cheeks flushed with realization, listening to her breathy chorus of 'no' and 'stop' between mewling cries of pleasure.

    She tried to grab the phone from his hand as the sound of her finding her climax played out for both of them to hear. He held it out of reach with one hand and grabbed her with the other, pulling her into his lap. "Delete it," she growled out, kicking and squirming in his grasp.

    The thumb on his phone flicked to the next video file where it began to automatically play. She could see the screen this time -- an unfamiliar bed in a dark room, filmed through the window on a fire escape judging by the way the camera panned away intermittently.

    'You said you liked it rough? Roleplaying?' a man murmured seductively through the phone speaker. 'You can keep going unless I tap you twice,' she heard herself say and laugh as they came into view on his screen, a man from her recent random hook-up pulling on her hair and pressing her into the wall while they kissed.

    All Might's thumb dragged across the phone, fast-forwarding through the file. The recording was angled towards the man's bed where it appeared he had a hand wrapped around her neck, thrusting into her while she begged, sometimes to keep going and other times to stop but never once tapping out.

    "You're a fucking pervert and an asshole," she breathed out, scrambling to get out of his lap and over to the phone held in his outstretched arm.

    "I'm well aware, kitten," he sounded bored, locking the phone screen so the file stopped playing and dropping it onto the couch cushion just out of her reach.

    "Stop calling me that!" She loathed the way some of his names for her made her core tighten and cheeks turn red.

    He maneuvered her with both hands so that her rear was pressed into the hardening bulge in his trousers, crushing her back into his chest and burying his face in her hair. "I'm going to have to punish you for leaving without me this morning, *kitten,*" he growled out the last word she so adamantly pretended she didn't like, his hot breath tickling her ear. One hand snaked up to wrap around the front of her neck with notable pressure, the other hooking his thumb under the waistband of her pants and panties to pull them down past her wriggling hips. "Should I be gentle?" He brought that hand up to his lips, wetting his middle finger thoroughly with his tongue.

    She pressed her thighs together tightly but her reddening cheeks betrayed her -- she eyed his now-glistening finger and massive hand, biting her lower lip at the sight.

    "Always biting your lip," he tsked, the hand around her neck stroking her jawline with the pad of his index finger. "You think too much, princess," he murmured and tilted her head back to look up at him. She was glaring up at him through her long lashes, surely hating that pet name the most. It made a mischievous smile take hold of his lips as he leaned his head over to get a better view of her hips. "Spread your legs now or I'll spread them for you," it was both a threat and a promise.

    Her breathing hitched at his words, eroding her resolve so much that she obeyed and opened her legs as much as her pants being around her thighs would permit. He slid between them, that saliva-slicked finger delving between her folds and finding her already wet.

    "You want this," All Might groaned as he curled his long finger into her, savoring how tight she felt wrapped around his digit. He easily found the bundle of nerves within her while his thumb began stroking slow circles around her clit. "This is what you want, kitten," he sounded triumphant, feeling the sentiment warranted being repeated.

    She raised her hips toward his hand, moaning softly with every delicious curl of his finger. "I hate you," it was a breathy whisper that he met with a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest at her back. She wrapped one of her arms around his forearm as he worked her over, her other hand reaching down and sliding into place over his, pushing it harder against him to wordlessly ask for more.

    He started circling her sensitive bud with quick brutal control, letting her dictate the amount of pressure with her hand atop his. "Say it again," he growled against her ear as his finger quickened, razing that pocket of nerves inside her again and again until her panting turned into keening whimpers. "Tell me you hate me," his grin was borderline manic, watching her writhe with inexplicable infatuation, studying her, learning her.

    Even if she wanted to speak she couldn't form the words; the tension building in her core was at the precipice of release. He moved as if he had memorized what every sound and every twitch meant she needed, devastatingly effective at bringing her to the edge as quickly as possible. She leaned her head back into his chest and closed her eyes, reveling in being so close.

    "That's what I thought," he murmured when she couldn't respond, removing his hand from her neck so he could knead her breasts through her shirt. He could tell by the way her body was stiffening, how her muscles were clenching and pulling around his finger, that she'd be crying out in relief soon. "Eyes on me, kitten," he demanded, his menacing tone making her eyes flutter open.

    "Such a good girl," he was smirking down at her as she began moaning, her core starting to convulse tightly around his finger in quick succession. "Come for me," his eyes held hers, loving the half-lidded gaze she had when subdued by pleasure in his arms. She was calling out his name as she melted upon his hand, mewling and panting and quivering, every bit of it far better than he had imagined.

    She has closed her eyes at some point while hitting her peak, the stars flashing behind them fading by the time she opened them again. She was greeted with an arrogant grin when the world came back into focus, whimpering as he withdrew his hand from between her thighs.

    He was already considering where to take her for the next round of pleasure, deplorably determined to fuck her by the end of the night. But her phone in his pocket began buzzing in long sequences -- an incoming call. He brought his hand to his mouth, looking away from her now-anxious expression to wick away every drop of her from his middle finger, undecided on whether he should let her answer.

    "Just let it go to voicemail," she said weakly, afraid it was a call from someone at the UA medical residency. She didn't have the patience to navigate a barrage of questions, her mind muddled with the afterglow of orgasm.

    Oh, that was a tone he was not used to hearing from her -- completely devoid of her usual fire and sass. He searched her face, suspecting she would deny they were together if he wasn't around, and unsure why that stung his pride like so. He didn't let it show on his face, but the very idea made him feel quite petty.

    All Might pulled the cell from his pocket and accepted the call before switching it to speakerphone, all while she tried to slap it from his hands.

    "Hey! Why aren't you responding to my texts?" Makoto's voice rang out, sounding both relieved and irritated when the call was answered.

    She accepted defeat and leaned back All Might's chest, looking from him and back to the phone with a scowl. "I'm a little preoccupied at the moment, can this wait?"

    "You said you weren't interested in dating anyone, but now my phone is blowing up with a picture of you getting cozy with some fucking giant?" The jealousy in Makoto's voice was readily apparent; he spat out the question like it was an insult.

    She laughed at how childishly resentful he sounded, making sure he heard it before answering. "Was that all you needed to say?" Makoto's hurt feelings could wait -- she didn't owe him an explanation, especially considering their tumultuous history together despite their friendship.

    Her laughter mollified Makoto, his ego clearly wounded. "I thought you were just sticking to your hookup app," he muttered as if that hadn't been an undeserved source of contention between them as well. "How long have you been seeing him?"

    She knew where he was going with this, as Makoto was vaguely aware of her night with the man All Might had captured on video. She covered her face with her hands, clearly annoyed. "I've seen him a few times now. We're not dating -- it's not exclusive." A few times if she included today, sure, but she wanted to hedge any accusation of cheating in this fake dating scenario All Might had heedlessly put into motion.

    He tensed beneath her, his free arm suddenly snaking around her waist and crushing her back into his chest possessively. She squeaked an 'oh!' of surprise when he squeezed her tight but looked up at him in warning. She didn't want to answer the call in the first place, so it was his own fault if he didn't like what he heard. Why the fuck did he care about her commentary over something that wasn't real?

    Makoto responded with only sullen silence -- perhaps mistaking her sound to be one of delight and that's why she was 'preoccupied.'

    "If that's all, I really need to go. I'm going to be away from my phone the rest of the night," she tried grabbing the cell from All Might's hand but he lifted it out of reach.

    "Where are you?" Makoto's voice had an edge to it that made her pause, frowning.

    All Might ended the call before she could respond, hanging up on him. He whistled teasingly as he started scrolling through all the text message notifications, the number somewhere close to 100 including all the group chat texts.

    "Why the hell did you feel the need to do that?" She used both hands to try to pry the arm around her waist off. When that didn't work, she settled for simply righting her pants and tugging them back up to her hips.

    "Which part? Answering or hanging up?" He raised his brows when he scrolled down to a message preview that included the picture Hina took of them and opened it, using her pin to unlock the phone.

    "Both!" She slumped back onto his chest, coming to terms with the fact she wasn't getting out of his iron grip. A little choked sound escaped her when All Might unlocked her phone, not realizing he had likely seen her use her pin many times while watching her the last few weeks.

    "Maybe I like to see you squirm," he offered without looking back at her, making the image full-screen and staring down at it.

    The photograph was quite...nice. He was towering over her but his body appeared relaxed, a charming smile on his face illuminated with a contented glow. His eyes were cast downwards in the picture, focused on gently tying the coat belt at her waist with his oversized hands. She had been looking up at him with flushed cheeks and an expression that came across as assessing but pleasantly surprised, their bodies close together, her purse over his arm. They looked like a happy couple, making his heart pang strangely before he buried the feeling. He huffed, thinking to himself he was going soft.

    He glanced back to her, seeing her eyes flit from him to the screen, trying to read his face. All Might locked the screen and tucked the phone back into his pocket, prompting her to try rising from his lap once again.

    "Where do you think you're going?" He ground out, his demeanor instantly changing and arm flexing around her.

    "I'm just getting up!" She tried wrapping her whole hand around his index finger to pry it from her hip, but somehow it held firm. How could she not even lift a single finger of his? "You are impossible!" She groaned, looking at him and hoping he'd let up on his grip.

    "I haven't punished you yet," he said apathetically while starting to blatantly leer at her. Even in scrubs he could appreciate her soft perfect curves, generous in all of his favorite places.

    "Yes you did," she breathed, immediately stilling like a deer in headlights.

    "You think that was a punishment?" He barked a laugh and grinned down at her, his expression smug. "Tch, pillow princess."

    Pillow -- pillow princess?! "Is that why you keep calling me princess?" She breathed, taking her time with each syllable, her eyes smoldering as she glared at him. How did he even know that term? He can't be bothered with a conversation about hard limits and safewords but he knows the nickname for someone that is only on the receiving end of pleasure?

    "Want to get on your knees and prove me wrong?" He shifted his hips so she could feel the extent of his length, hard against her rear and even nudging up into her lower back.

    There was a moment of hesitation, perhaps because she genuinely did not grasp the extent of his size yesterday, but in the end she rolled her eyes defiantly. "Wow, did you expect that to work? I can't heal 'stupid,' you know. Gotta fix that yourself."

    She yelped, suddenly finding herself on her stomach in his lap, his left arm twisting a swath of her hair into his hand while his chest rumbled with a low growl. "I won't break you unless you deserve to be broken," he murmured, feeling a thrill when she acted like a brat. "But you are tempting me to make an exception, princess," his right hand groped hungrily at her ass as he spoke.

    *Oh no, no no no.* Her body went rigid, well aware of what was coming next. Was she into spanking? Sure, it could be fun. But being spanked by All Might? "Don't you fucking dare," she hissed, glaring at him from over her shoulder. Her healing quirk didn't keep her from feeling pain, and she suspected it'd hurt like hell coming from him.

    "You swear a lot for such a pretty little thing," he gave her rear another squeeze before grabbing the waistband of her pants and panties, yanking them both down in tandem, thoroughly enjoying building up the anticipation.

    She tried to laugh nervously but felt like all the air had vacated her lungs. "I'm very sorry for running off this morning, okay?" it was a rushed apology, perhaps lacking some sincerity.

    "Mm, no, you're not. But you will be," his voice was barely a whisper, making her strain to hear it. She started to protest but he drew his hand away before she could get another word out, bringing it back with a resounding slap that jerked her whole body forward.

    She bit her lip to keep from whimpering, the hit jarring but not nearly as painful as she feared. He caressed her reddening skin, unable to resist giving one of her cheeks another squeeze and letting go of her hair to wrap his arm around her middle.

    "Not hard enough yet, huh, kitten?" All Might smirked when she made no sound, admiring the way his handprint was already blooming across her backside. "Don't worry, we'll get there," he chuckled darkly before drawing his hand back to spank her again, notably harder this time, making her gasp.

    "Do you want to beg me to stop?" He asked in a heated whisper, his smirk growing into a grin when she shook her head no. "You're being so quiet now, kitten. I'll fix that," he struck her rear again, the force making her yelp this time despite the pleasure jolting through her body.

    He gently ran his fingers over the newly raw skin, making her shift in his lap, a shiver skittering up her spine. She pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to beg, almost certain she'd end up asking for more instead judging by the heat pooling between her thighs. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

    "So stubborn," he sounded wretchedly amused, waiting until she was looking at him again before licking his lips in a deliberately slow fashion, seeing her face turn a deeper shade of red. All Might held her gaze with the next strike, watching her cry out, nearing her limit of his gradually increased hits.

    She started to silently squirm, knowing it was useless but unable to help the desire to wriggle away from his offending hand. He groaned at the sight of her trying to get away, her ass unwittingly swaying tantalizingly in front of him, just before his hand collided with her rear a final time. She cried out again, her body recoiling in his arm, both hurt and pleasure searing through her.

    Her eyes were glassy with pinpricks of tears but she blinked them away before they could fall, refusing to look at him and readying herself for another flash of pain. But he only grazed her aching, burning skin with the pads of his fingertips, admiring his handiwork of red prints on her rounded rear like it was a masterpiece of his own making.

    She was panting softly by now, pressing her thighs tightly together and distinctly aware of how wet she was.

    "I want to hear you beg me to stop," he removed his hand from her rear making her look up, finding him with his tongue lolled out and making his smallest finger slick.

    She bit into her lip, her face slightly obscured by her hair, perhaps even hiding behind it.

    All Might canted his head to the side, his gaze unrelenting as he lowered his hand past her line of sight. His wet digit slipped along the crease of her rear until it found her puckered hole and began circling it, his other arm keeping her from thrashing until he prodded his way in.

    She hissed in an inhaled breath, wincing from the unfamiliarity but giving him exactly what he wanted. "I've never -- ah, no, no," she whispered, her face blazing red, too embarrassed to look at him. She wasn't sure if she found it pleasurable just yet, merely foreign and thrilling despite the begging. "No, please," she lifted her hips to pull away but his finger followed, burying in just a little deeper.

    The sensation made her gasp again as he got down to his second knuckle, and she found herself tapping the side of his thigh, prompting him to withdraw his finger. "Good girl," he smiled deviously, ignoring her look of surprise that he had actually stopped the moment she tapped out.

    She was so caught off guard that she barely noticed him pulling out his phone until he was getting her handprint-covered ass into frame. There was no point trying to move out of the shot given how tightly he still held her with his other arm -- not to mention how wary she was of another round of punishment.

    All Might seemed to pick up on this reluctance quickly, the corners of his lips curving up smugly, "Oh, you're learning quickly, princess."

    "I hate that pet name," she muttered, burying her face in her hands and sighing with frustration. What the fuck was she doing? This afternoon had not at all gone as she had planned -- she was certain laying bare-assed across a villain’s lap was not ‘ keeping things professional.’

    “Yes, yes, and you hate me. Up for some hate-fucking?” His tone was unconcerned but he had a grin playing across his lips when she peeked out from behind her hands, his eyes roaming over her appreciatively.

    “At least offer to buy me dinner and a drink first,” she mumbled to herself, running her hands through her hair to set everything back into place. He finally released her from the unyielding grasp of his arm, allowing her to quickly adjust her clothes and move from his lap. She felt light-headed when she was back on her feet, making her sway just slightly to catch her balance.

    He eyed the swaying motion suspiciously before it dawned on him -- he groaned dramatically, “You haven’t eaten today, have you? Fucking typical. The moment you get stressed…” He trailed off before standing up and glaring down at her. All Might had stalked his prey long enough to know her habits, perhaps in far more depth than he originally planned.

    “Are we adding ‘calorie counter’ and ‘therapist’ to your list of professional titles? Asshole, stalker, pervert,” she started counting them off on her hand when he reached down and slapped her already-sore rear, making her gasp. She backed out of his reach and fixed him with a withering glare before turning sharply in her heel.

    She stormed off towards his kitchen, yanking open a tall stainless steel fridge door just to find it empty, save for some condiments. Was it really something to be surprised over? She stared into it dead-pan, not hearing how he prowled so closely behind her. “You’re a rude houseguest,” he said from above her, making her jump.

    “Says the shitty host,” she shot back at him, not expecting the answering grin he gave.

    “You’re more of a brat than I anticipated,” his voice was rough but he sounded amused as he grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to step back so he could close the fridge door and spin her to face him. All Might leaned down and pressed his lips to hers fiercely, making her eyes flutter shut and head spin.

    She was breathless when he pulled back from the kiss and released her hair, a pink hue warming her cheeks. “It’ll grow on you,” the words slipped out before she truly thought them and their implication through.

    He narrowed his eyes, regarding her cooly in silence.

    His expression left her reeling all over again -- his moods were like a pendulum, constantly swinging back and forth. But so were her natural inclinations towards him, sometimes fearful and other times aroused; she was both repelled by and attracted to him. She was starting to doubt her ability to resist his advances, but she'd still make the effort at least. All Might had said he was ‘unattached’ before...she’d have to keep herself in check to make sure she remained unattached as well. *That* would only be possible if she could cease ending up mewling by his hand or mouth every time they met.

    “Does the bar downstairs have food?” she asked to distract herself, looking off to the side, suddenly finding the front door fascinating while trying to avoid his gaze. “I could do a quick healing session before we go down -- I promise it won’t knock either of us out this time. And it'll still hurt, but nowhere near as much as yesterday must have.”

    He pressed his lips into a grim line while considering. As long as she was being truthful, he couldn’t see a downside...other than the inevitable transformation back to his skinnier self, but he was nearing the end of his limit keeping this shape anyhow. All Might rubbed his chin, looking her up and down. “I can’t keep in this form much longer anyways. We can both change after.”

    So it had a time limit, not just a form that came and went when he was asleep? She ventured a curious glance at him, seeing him unroll his sleeves from his elbows and begin unbuttoning his white dress shirt. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes in my purse. I’ll just wear my jacket to hide the UA logo,” she tapped the emblem on her left breast.

    “I grabbed a few days worth of things from your apartment,” he said sheepishly, already expecting the glare she had set upon him. He shrugged off his shirt, leaving him in a thin white undershirt and belted trousers. He headed towards the back of the loft where the stairs leading to the open landing of his bedroom was, motioning for her to follow.

    “How presumptuous of you,” she sighed and went after him, saving her argument to leave by the end of the night for later. As they climbed the stairs, she caught herself worrying her lower lip, her eyes eagerly following the swell of his muscles beneath his shirt, not having many chances to ogle him without being subjected to his smug satisfaction.

    All Might unzipped a duffle bag on the edge of his oversized bed so she could dig through it -- he’d grabbed another set of scrubs and several casual attire tops and bottoms, a few bras, toiletries, and even her birth control...but conveniently 'forgot' to grab any underwear. She huffed out a laugh but didn’t bring it up, not planning on staying the night.

    He sat beside the bag, now stripped down to a fitted pair of boxers and his white t-shirt, lifting the hem to inspect his scar. All Might had gotten used to the tan puckering of scar tissue, so the new flat swaths of pink skin interrupting the raised portions were fascinating to him.

    Her mouth felt dry, willing herself to not blush all over again as she took in the view, his boxers leaving little to the imagination and his hard planes of muscles visible beneath both his marred and unmarred skin. “Right, so...Lay down.” Her bedside manner was not usually so painfully awkward.

    All Might grinned broadly but laid back without comment, dragging his shirt up further to expose the trail of scarring that went all the way up the left side of his chest.

    She rolled her eyes and climbed onto the bed beside him, keeping on her knees for now because her rear still smarted with pain. Her palms pressed into his abdomen directly over where his stomach would be, pausing when a glint of metal caught her eye just below his rolled-up shirt. Hah, his nipples are pierced? She was not expecting that, unable to conceal the smile that was keeping her laughter contained.

    The moment he was about to grill her over it was very conveniently when blue light erupted from her palms, immobilizing him while she worked. Her brow furrowed in concentration, her previous amusement already forgotten as she tried to gauge how much progress she had made last night when utilizing his unexpectedly vast energy stores. His stomach regenerated to about a fourth of the size it should be, which was considerable given that she had first inadvertently reversed the corrective procedure prior to restoring the organ.

    “I had scolded you for not telling me the severity and nature of your internal injuries, but I understand I began the process without your permission so I could...regain control of the situation. I am genuinely sorry for that,” She glanced up at him, knowing he could not respond just yet. “We’re a quarter of the way there with your stomach. I’d like to focus on that before we regenerate your other lung.” One of her hands slid up, palming his sternum for a moment before dragging it back down to rejoin the other. “I can get your stomach to about the halfway point tonight without either of us passing out if you’ll permit me to use some of your power in addition to my own."

    The blue light dimmed but did not fully extinguish, giving him an opportunity to nod or shake his head in answer -- he nodded.

    "Right, okay, close your eyes" she shut her own tightly and took a deep breath, steeling herself just before the light engulfed them both.

    Rather than feeling as though his organs were being seared from the inside-out, he started off with a warm and dull throbbing that steadily increased to feeling unbearably feverish and a pain he could best describe as being kicked in the gut. She had to go slower this time to retain precise and brutal control of her quirk, a full hour passing before she was done.

    When the blue glow faded away both of them had a sheen of sweat on their bodies, with All Might having already deflated to his weakened form, his shirt pooling around him.

    "How the fuck was that 'quick?'" Were the first words out of Yagi's mouth, coming out with a groan as he clutched his stomach.

    Her shoulders were slumped, clearly exhausted by the effort. "If I said 'want to feel like you're getting sucker punched for an hour straight' would you have accepted?" She tsked but ran her hands over his stomach admiringly, looking over the newly smoothed out pink skin that had replaced a portion of the thick rivets of scarring. Her face was flushed with pleasure with the outcome, a small smile playing on her lips.

    He held his breath at the sensation and how she looked at his body, not used to a woman's touch in this form since the injury, the delicate sweeping of her fingers pleasurable despite the soreness he felt. Yagi's eyes followed her hands, already noticing the difference in the tone and shape of his body. She said she'd focus on his stomach, but the rest of him was still filling in somehow... He sat up, grabbing the collar of her scrubs excitedly and pulling her towards him, "What else are you healing?" he breathed, his eyes bright with hope. He despised looking like a shell of his former self, vanity compelling him to put that as a priority over all else.

    She squeaked out of surprise when drawn to him, afraid he was angry with her until she saw the unbridled yearning in his face. "I'm not sure, I…" she stumbled over her words as she looked him over, realizing he looked slightly different from this morning. She'd describe him as lithe rather than skinny now. She blinked in confusion, "It happened with the hero as well. I couldn't entirely pinpoint it with him, maybe like repairing atrophied muscles? But it was more than that." Her eyes found his face again, seeing him searching her eyes for answers. "Before you and him, I was careful to never tap into my patients' energy to heal. Even with my other old or complex cases, they never experienced...well, whatever this is," she ended lamely, not knowing how to describe it.

    He nodded firmly, thinking back to the hero on the screen weeks ago -- how he looked rejuvenated, like the pinnacle of health despite being bedridden for 12 years. Maybe even younger, or at least younger than he should have with the stress of being ill for so long. The plan to steal her away to heal himself was turning out better than he could have ever hoped, even better than he could have ever *dreamed.*

    Could he really be himself again with enough time? Not this husk, this shell, this wisp of what once was? He let go of her shirt and climbed off the bed, going straight to his mirror. It was already happening. He touched his face, noting all the drastic changes since he'd begun using her. Yagi looked like an entirely new person, no hollow eyes or sunken cheeks, no longer a gaunt wraith version of himself. Yesterday he was practically skeletal, not that she had seen that; this morning he was simply scrawny, but now he was...lean. "How much more can you do?" He looked into the reflection of his shadowed blue eyes, his two swaths of long blonde bangs framing now-chiseled his features.

    Yagi had whipped around, startling her. She had taken his fixation with his own reflection as an opportunity to discreetly disrobe, standing unabashedly in front of him in just her undergarments. He took his time looking her up and down, his smile slowly turning into a grin with every new inch of her body he could admire.

    "I'm not entirely sure," she answered honestly, blushing under his gaze but not hiding herself away. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the way she felt when he eyed her hungrily, even if she was set on turning him down -- that made it all the more thrilling. And she wasn't naive about how she looked; there shouldn't be any shame in acknowledging that she knew she was attractive.

    Yagi wet his lips, breathing a little harder. Did he want to fuck her in this state? His body was filling in nicely, looking sinewy but muscular...no. It was not enough to abate the reluctance, how he couldn’t help feeling weak and pathetic knowing what he once was. But that wouldn't keep him from feasting with his eyes or imagining what he'd do once he finally has her pinned beneath him.

    Her eyes trailed down discerningly, an appreciative smile forming on her lips, finding him roguishly handsome this way -- he was now built like an especially lithe swimmer, but somehow just as dauntingly tall as he was while transformed into his villain persona. Which reminded her: “What should I call you when we’re around other people?” She glanced back up at him, finding him staring at her quizzically for some reason.

    Did she like him this way? It was impossible to miss the way she looked him over. “Yagi,” he answered stiffly before prowling over to where she stood, standing intimately close. His confidence as All Might always ebbed or flowed in this state, and at this moment he found himself lacking when it came to the desire to touch her. He opted for sifting through the bag of her clothes he put together instead.

    Her blush intensified with his new proximity, but she looked down into the bag, duly noting he had intentionally grabbed a selection of her most form-fitting leggings and a few low-cut tanks and short crop tops. “I can dress myself, Yagi,” she experimented with using the name, wondering if it was real or made up to protect his true identity.

    She had an amused smile on her face while peering at the top and yoga pants he had fished out when he looked back at her with half-lidded eyes, a sheepish grin finding his lips. “I’m aware, sweetheart.” He eyed her reddening cheeks, resisting the urge to reach up and stroke one with his thumb.

    She laughed and grabbed the clothes from his hand, deciding to go along with his selection just to play nice. She pulled the tank top over her head; it was dark blue and ribbed with a deep v-neck, usually something she’d wear with her leather jacket and jeans for a hot date. “Weren’t you going to change, or does the bar not have a no-pants rule?” She teased, glancing back up at him.

    He was brazenly staring down at her cleavage once the shirt was in place, quite pleased with himself for thinking to grab it when he razed through her things earlier in the day. “In a minute,” he breathed. Watching her dress and undress daily had become quite an addiction over the last several weeks -- he reveled in it, especially when he could manage to watch from her balcony in the cover of darkness rather than the trees outside her windows. Seeing her dress *for* him was exponentially more exciting, and the next best thing to seeing her undress for him when the time comes.

    She did her best to ignore Yagi as he stared, taking a step back so she could lean down to put her feet through her black leggings. *Of course* he chose these ones, they were nearly too tight, and she was quite certain she had been wearing them in one of the pictures he snapped of her behind. As soon as the waistband was up her thighs, he leaned over and hooked his thumbs under the fabric, not letting her pull it up further. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed his front into hers, leaning over the top of her head to admire the way her perfect ass was spilling over the gathered spandex.

    His hands were on her before he could stop himself. “This is always my favorite part,” he admitted, a grin still playing on his lips, his hands cinching the waistband further to make her rear lift pleasantly. “Plus I like to laugh at how you wriggle trying to pull them over your ass,” he whispered teasingly, knowing it’d rile her up.

    “You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid,” she was glaring up at him, doing her absolute best to not show the conflict of feelings currently being experienced -- affronted by the invasion of privacy but weirdly flattered. For fucks sake, did she need to add ‘stalker kink’ to her growing list of twisted dalliances?

    He quirked a brow and shrugged, bouncing her rear atop the waistband a few more times before finally pulling the fabric up and over her ass for her. It was a tight fit, which is exactly why these were his favorite pair of leggings -- not to mention the stitching going up the center, making both full cheeks the stars of the show. She was always turning heads in these, which racked him with jealousy every time he followed her. “I should warn you I’m keeping a running tab on all your little smart-ass comments, princess.” He gave her ass a loud slap as if to underline the statement, making her gasp and wince.

    “I didn’t think you could count that high,” she stepped away, her lips pursing almost into a pout while she rubbed her rear. She hadn’t thought to heal it yet and wasn’t about to dig her hand into her leggings in front of him to do it now.

    “Keep ‘em coming, you’ll see,” he stalked off towards one of two large free-standing closet structures, each holding clothes neatly hung for his different forms.

    She huffed an amused sound through her nose and sat on the edge of the bed to watch him, figuring she was owed at least that with his voyeuristic tendencies. If he noticed, he didn’t make it obvious, pulling his shirt up and off over his head without pause. But the moment it was off she found herself holding her breath, finally seeing the outline of his hardened length that was concealed by his top and realizing it was...well, just as large as when he was in his other form. Oh. *Oh.* Huh.

    Yagi was pulling on a black long-sleeved button-down when he noticed her line of sight, making him smirk arrogantly, his cock twitching in response to the new thoughts trickling into his mind. Her eyes darted up to his, clearly embarrassed about being caught in the act but too stubborn to look away, daring him to make a comment. Such a brat. He wished he actually had to change his boxers to give her a real show, but the stretchy material was able to accommodate him in both forms, only just slightly loose now. His new shirt, on the other hand, was nearly tight with the added subtle bulk her healing provided -- his black trousers too, once he got them on, he noted with satisfaction. It was as if he finally could fill in the fitted clothes he bought for his smaller self.

    His sense of style was not what she was anticipating, especially with All Might being known for his utilitarian black t-shirts, green cargo pants, and combat boots. He was rolling up his sleeves and slipping on a few black rings onto his fingers when she grinned, realizing he was a bit edgy even without his big spiked shoulder pads. She could easily see herself trying to pick him up in a bar, and she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the vision, wondering what line she’d use.

    -- -- -- --

    The bar was warm even with the AC whirring in the window, but the greasy food was great -- although Yagi had gone overboard with ordering, clearly not recalling the last time he felt this hungry and having difficulty anticipating how much would be appropriate. The bartender made a few jokes about him finding a girlfriend with good enough cooking to put some meat on his bones, but neither of them corrected him.

    She leaned across him to pass a basket of untouched tempura to another patron, smiling sweetly and ignoring the way he drunkenly leered even while gratefully accepting the free food. She was blissfully unaware that Yagi had chosen their seats at the very end of the bar against the wall, placing himself between her and all the other seats, to specifically obscure her from any prying eyes. He flashed the man a particularly toothy grin, his pointed canines visible, one of his hands balling into a fist so his forearm flexed. Apparently, her healing had filled him in enough to look like a risky bet to take on in a fight, especially combined with his immense height, because the man quickly turned away entirely in his stool so his back faced them.

    “Oooh, jealous, are we?” she whispered so only he could hear, grinning over the rim of her shot glass before knocking it back with an enthusiastic wince. It was her third one, and the bartender began graciously filling it for a fourth the moment it was back on the counter.

    “Planning on calling out tomorrow, sweetheart?” he murmured while looking her over, admiring the way her ass looked while perched on the stool.

    “Hah, I can’t prevent a hangover but I sure as shit can heal one,” she winked and then eyed the new shot, deciding to give herself a few minutes before downing it. “I was very popular at my university in the States, and dare I say high school too.” Her cheeks were pleasantly flushed from drinking, smiling up at him sheepishly.

    “Can you stop yourself from hurling all over my apartment?” he asked, sounding jaded and looking at her shot glass, debating taking it away.

    “Ah, no, I can’t do that,” she pressed her lips together in a thin line, furrowing her brow and looking from him to her glass with concern as if reading his mind. She slid it just out of his reach, eyeing him suspiciously...until her eyes trailed down to her chest, making her giggle.

    “What is so funny?” He sounded irate and took another bite of his yakitori, glaring at her.

    “Just thinking how hilarious it’d be to heal your piercings,” she scooted her stool away from him, bracing her foot onto his own stool to keep it at bay before quickly downing her shot. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen so long as you don’t take them out during a session,” she snickered.

    Even at her distance, she couldn’t truly escape his long reach -- he snatched the glass away before the overly-generous bartender could fill it a fifth time, making her pout. “Don’t make me kick your ass, girl.”

    She looked him up and down indignantly, clearly sizing him up, liquid courage causing her to seriously consider whether or not she could take him on in this form. Was he still as strong as All Might when he was Yagi? She doubted that. “I bet I could star-spangle-banner beat your ass if I wanted to, Yagi,” a playful smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, resting her chin in her hand with her elbow leaning on the counter.

    His answering grin was unhinged, the blue of his black eyes bright and fierce, making her smirk falter and as she reconsidered her opinion. “I’ll break you if you keep tempting me,” he hissed with a heated whisper so only she could hear.

    She wasn’t sure in exactly what way he meant that, but she wasn’t ready to find out. “Okay, okay, fine,” she relented, crossing her legs and squirming in her seat, hating how his words lit a fire in her core.

    When the bartender offered to pour out another, Yagi nodded but took the shot for himself, cutting them both off by passing the glass back when he was done. He couldn’t remember the last time he was able to handle hard liquor with his stomach as it was, casting her a grateful glance that went unnoticed while she gazed up at the TV screen.

    -- -- --

    Yagi positioned his work desk chair to sit directly in front of the threshold of the bathroom, lighting a cigarette and leaning back into it while watching her silhouette move behind the fogged glass panes that enclosed the tall standing rain shower. There was no door to the bathroom since he lived alone, and the moment she tipsily peered inside she muttered something along the lines of “I’m in the wrong line of work,” but she never said anything indicating he couldn’t watch her shower. He had a clean, massive towel folded and draped across his lap, positively certain that there wasn’t another one to be had in the bathroom. She’d have to come out to him if she wanted it.

    He took a long drag of his cigarette, the panties she had stripped off while he promised to ‘not watch her undress’ hanging from his ring and pinky finger. She’d learn to be more explicit when asking him to make a promise, but for now he’d take advantage of the loophole she left. Yagi silently wondered if she had ever noticed him stealing souvenirs here and there in his visits to her room, but since the question had never come up he suspected not. It’d join the others, he thought to himself while staring at the shape of her rinsing her hair, hearing her contented sigh as her face was upturned into the falling drops of water.

    She carefully swung open the tall glass shower door as if afraid it would shatter -- everything about this bathroom was unexpectedly lavish and expensive-looking, like something out of a luxury hotel but custom-built for someone over 7 feet tall. She’d consider becoming a villain if it meant she could get a bathroom like this, she thought to herself as she gazed around looking for the towel she saw hanging before she got in. But it was gone.

    Through the tendrils of steam pouring out the bathroom’s door-less doorframe, she finally spotted him, a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Yagi’s belt and trousers were undone, his boxers pulled down and waistband tucked under his heavy bollocks, his impossibly thick and long length jutting out from his lap proudly. His left hand was curled around her pale blue panties atop the towel folded across his thighs, his right hand slowly and methodically stroking himself, Yagi not even pausing when her gaze met his lascivious stare.

    -- -- --

    [Please drop a comment if you enjoyed this, it’s a really great motivator! Praise kink, right? Ahahaha.]

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  • logo-comics
    04.12.2021 - 5 hours ago
    #fanfic summaries#bnha #hellsing ultimate abridged
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  • paltaxiox
    04.12.2021 - 5 hours ago

    This is Crystel, my another oc from my bnha fanfic!

    Crystel, like Hotaru, was also one of the children that María adopted from the street. She was one of the 3 children that had to take care of María from danger because of her quirk, which was based on turning her body into organic diamond, making her almost indestructible. She could tolerate a lot of physical damage, but had a disadvantage —she could hurt or even die, if she was attacked by another diamond, for example a diamond bullet. The highest temperatures couldn't kill her but could hurt her, making cracks on her body. She also was able to support incredible amounts of weight or pressure, but her body was not totally invincible so she most of the time was scared due to her mission is die for María.

    By that quality, she was the defensive part of her garrison. The garrison was made up of Hotaru, Dante —another oc-, and Crystel, and all of them developed a polyamorous relationship. Due to their position, they were the ones with the highest hierarchy behind María and that is why they didn't have to do the same thing that the other teenagers had to do. Despite that, they sometimes had to help to get rid of the corpses. Because of that, Crystel developed a drug addiction problem in a effort to avoid thinking about the whole situation. Dante and Hotaru didn't see any problem with her addiction so they sometimes took drugs with her, but mostly they drank and smoked.

    When she lived with María, the only thing she wanted was to be able to escape from her. Crystel always planned how she was going to run away but she never did because even though she hated living there, she didn't think she was capable of leaving everything. In the end, when she was witness of María killing a friend hers in a fit of anger, she finally decided to run away. Crystel begged Hotaru and Dante to go with her but Hotaru didnt't want to and Dante agreed it but reluctantly, confident that she wouldn't do it in the end.

    The day Crystel would run away, she was accidentally killed by Hotaru, when she lost control of her quirk and attacked her, eating Crystel in the process. That fact marks a milestone in Hotaru's life because before that, she never knew that her quirk could do that. So, because Hotaru didn't even know that she could transform, Dante and Crystel didn't know either. And nor mention the taste for human flesh. No one except María knew and Crystel died for it.

    She was 17 when she died, so if she was still alive, at the beginning of my fic she'd be 30, a year older than Hotaru

    Random: her quirk is inspired by Emma Frost's ability to turn her own body into a diamond.

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