Disclaimer: I don't own mha
Warning: Rated M for dark and sexual themes. Don't read if you're a light hearted reader
So, funny news. I'm going into youtube. Like hard. Like face revealed in the first video hard. And to commemorate the occasion, I decided to write a fic that is basically a mix of horror, satire, and smut about the worst possible fate a streamer could theoretically suffer. It should go without saying but I will be keeping my hobby of writing well and far away from the channel and vice versa... for obvious reasons... I love you guys, but there is no denying that this site is where I put my demons. Anyways, enjoy the fic.
"Well, there you have it guys. Another beautiful piece of art has been finished... I think I'm gonna turn in for the night. I'll be sure to post a new video tomorrow morning."
Popular youtube artist and beloved content creator, Izuku Midoriya sat in his studio while looking at the chat and giving his fans a minute to say their temporary goodbyes.
"Thank you everyone, have a good night."
And with that, the stream was over. Izuku put an end to it while standing up and stretching as he let out a long and drawn out yawn.
"Boy. Being a content creator is not easy."
He looked around his studio at the various paintings and digital print outs that he'd created over the years. All just pieces of his career that he was rather proud of, but one could only admire something for so long before deciding it was time for a shower and then to hit the hay.
The next day, Izuku was at his school where everyone had greeted him. Though very much embarrassed at first, he'd gotten used to the fact that his career had been leaked in school and that everyone was basically familiar with him now.
"Izuku! I loved your stream bro!"
"You have really good energy with the audience."
"Keep up the good work!"
He awkwardly chuckled while appreciatively waving at everyone who paid him any mind until eventually getting to his locker where Kirishima was standing. Noticing the boy, he couldn't help but smile.
"Yo Midoriya. How's it hanging bro?"
Izuku chuckled while giving his friend a casual fist bump as he leaned against the lockers while sighing in dejection.
"Not good. I think Imma take a break from content creation for a while. I'm feeling burnt out right now."
Kirishima offered him a sympathetic frown as the two heard the bell to start passing period before going on to move towards their next class.
"Sorry to hear that man. You know I'm here if you need anything though."
Izuku smiled in appreciation at his old friend from middle school, the only kid to even come along with him.
"Why don't we hang out after school then?" Izuku proposed.
"Sure."
Later on that night, after all was said and done, Izuku finally got home from bowling with Kirishima and Kaminari who tagged along for the hell of it.
"Phew. What a hectic night... or wasn't every night hectic at this point? I can't keep track."
Feeling the weight of his lack of rest, Izuku opted to head for the showers and wash up real quick before eventually returning to his room.
As he opened the door, Izuku sighed in relaxation while plopping down on his bed and groaning in comfort at the long desired sensation of his soft yet firm mattress.
Ping
On instinct, he went to grab his ipad that was sitting neatly next to his pillow before turning it on. Unlike most, Izuku was seldom vexed by the ring a ding ding of his discord app, in fact, he often wondered who might want to talk to him.
"What do we have here?"
Much to his surprise, he saw the dms were pretty packed all things considered, a good thirty eight private messages sent to him, far more than what he was used to.
'Wonder what everyone wants.'
Naturally, most people were either asleep or busy at that hour but Izuku did manage to incur the responses of a few of the fans who messaged him and was all too happy to converse with them.
'Hey.'
He read the next message within his mind while smiling softly as he went to respond.
'How are you tonight?' He sent to the fan.
Moments later, Izuku was thrilled to find himself receiving an immediate response.
'Doing wonderful. It is such an honor to talk to you Verdartiste. I've been a huge fan of yours for years.'
Izuku was surprised to find the use of his channel name, most knew him as Izuku Midoriya, the relatable little cinnamon roll. Though he wasn't particularly bothered by it as it was still technically his name.
'I'm happy to hear that. It is my sincere hope that you have found great joy in my artistic talents. I do it for my fans afterall.'
It had taken a while but Izuku was eventually able to own up to his talent, he was far too humble but that was perhaps one of his most charming qualities as a youtuber surrounded by egotistical narcissists in the artist sphere.
'You're such an inspiration. So listen, I was kinda hoping to commission you for a very special request.'
Reading this, Izuku was taken aback by the sentiment. It had been a while since someone wanted to hire him but this only brought the boy even greater eagerness as the people pleasers were always curious as to what their customers had in mind.
'Sure thing. Tell what you have in mind, I may even be able to cut you a fifty percent discount for your patronage.'
After sending this, Izuku was slightly surprised to find himself receiving a smug face emoji.
'Lovely... but first...'
This mysterious fan left him wondering what she was about to say only to be shocked to the core as he received a weird message.
"What the?!"
His face turned beat red as this "fan" of his sent a picture of a woman's breasts. No face was shown nor anything else so he could only assume that this admirer was the one in the picture.
'What is thi?' He immediately sent a text but forgot to put an s at the end on account of how flustered he was.
'Do you like them? I pride myself on my beauty. I was kinda hoping you would draw my naked body for me.'
Hearing this, Izuku found himself a bit offended as he pushed past his embarrassment to send a passion fueled response.
"I will have you know, I am NOT a r34 artist. If you are going to disrespect me with this scandalous sexual harassment then you can forget about me accepting any commissions now or in the future."
Sex was a sin. As was lust. One should never engage in such horrid behavior before marriage and as a devout Christian extremist, Izuku was all too eager to chastise those he failed to understand while simultaneously hoping they would understand his close minded and prudish perspective.
'Come on baby. Don't be that way. I happen to come from a rich family. I don't have many friends because of that bullshit so I was hoping you and I might form a genuine bond. You inspire me sweetie.'
There was no doubt now. He was talking to a deranged fangirl but even so, this was unexpected. He never thought that any woman would ever show such... uuuuhhhh... interest?
'I stand by what I said.' He shakily texted back.
In the following moments though, Izuku's discomfort would turn to shock as another photo was sent... One of his house.
'What the hell?! You doxed me?!'
'That's right cutie pie. Now let's talk about this like reasonable and mature adults. I'm sure if you give degeneracy a chance, you'll come to realize that the concept of sex is not taboo, it is beautiful.'
Now was not the time for debate, now was the time for action. But right as Izuku was about to call the cops from his tablet, he was frustrated to have it die almost immediately.
'Dammit, forgot to charge it this morning.'
Remembering a very crucial bit of information, Izuku raced out of his bedroom and back into his studio where he left his phone.
'Fuck! Where did I put it?!'
Things had been so hectic that he often misplaced things, an artistic was not known for cleanliness though but rather their unhinged and ever expansive creativity. That was his perspective anyways.
Ping
On his computer, Izuku slowly and shakily turned to see what had just come up.
'Wh-What the... I don't have discord on my computer.'
Things were only getting creepier now but despite his horror, Izuku went to check his dms.
'Don't bother looking for your phone. I already have it.' Like the boobs before them, the unidentified woman was now holding his phone in another picture, the background impossible to discern from how close up the photo was taken and her face remaining cut out of the shot further cloaking her identity in mystery.
'But how?! You're still outside the house!'
Nothing was adding up anymore, he knew at that moment though that he was in very real danger.
'Silly boy. I took that photo when I got here. I've been inside for hours now.'
It was at this point that Izuku couldn't help but slowly back away from the computer with his teeth clattering against one another in fear and the floors creaking beneath his feet.
Ping
'Might wanna check on your mother.'
Before he could even question the prospect, yet another nasty surprise came to his find.
"Aaauuuuhhhh?!"
The boy was shocked to find the computer shut off with a sudden flicker while all his lights immediately went out.
'Shit. The power went out.'
He stepped away while looking around in anxiousness as his heart pounded in his chest. In time, he trudged over to the steamer trunk in his closet and got down on his knees.
Shaky and sweaty hands unlatched the top before he mustered his strength and made an embarrassingly notable effort to push the heavy and old top open before frantically looking through the container.
Raggy old shirts and clothes soon littered the obscured floors and ancient journals dispersed their dust upon impact until he finally managed to find the flashlight near the bottom of the container.
'Come on, come on.'
After a few seconds and frantic smacks to the back of the flashlight frame, Izuku got the light to flicker on but felt virtually no relief as he knew there were bigger problems to contend with.
'What did she do to my mom?'
His thoughts soon froze though as he heard the creaking of floorboards in the hallway right outside his closet.
Jostle Jostle
The doorknob rotated slightly from left to right and back again over and over.
"Shit!" He loudly whispered to himself.
Knowing full well that he needed to act fast, Izuku fastened the chain lock atop his door before frantically scurrying to find some safety.
Pound! Smack!
The intruder was banging against the doorknob, clearly not about to let a lock stop them from investigating the room.
'She knew I would be in here! Who is this chick?!' Izuku thought to himself in utter horror.
Thinking fast, it was run or hide, but Izuku couldn't help but quiver a little as he heard his door knob fall to the ground with a loud thud.
He turned around, slowly and shakily, where the door creaked open as far as the chain would permit. Bathed only in darkness, he saw the silhouette of the intruder accompanied by the glimmer of a single blue and white eye.
"Aaaaauuuuuuhhhhh!"
Not even thinking at this point, Izuku jumped out of his window while groaning in pain as he landed on the glass shards.
"Mom! Mom! Where are you?!"
He figured she would be at work. Inko seldom ever got home this early... and yet... her car was in the parking spot.
"OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod!Shehasmymom!"
It was at this point that Izuku couldn't find the ability to think straight anymore, his love and compassion for the woman who raised him shining through all too high for his own good as he dreaded the worse.
His thoughts all went quiet however as the danger represented itself in the way the chain broke.
Footsteps not unlike that of which he heard in the hallway grew louder and louder.
Before he could even make out who was there though, Izuku fearfully picked himself up from the ground, ignoring the bloody gashes on his arms, waist, and thighs as adrenaline pushed him into hopping the fence into his backyard.
'Can't do it! I can't leave her! But I'm so scared! What can I do here?!'
The invader was clearly a cunning individual. She'd likely be expecting him to try and come in from the front. Assuming she found the bet safe to make that he would want to save his mother, which... of course he did.
'The bathroom!'
His mother always left the window cracked in the event that they lost their keys. A perfect place for home invaders to utilize.
'That must be how she got in. Then she probably won't be expecting me to do the same.'
It didn't matter. There was no time for indecision. Who knows what this stalker could do to his mom.
Going around to the other side of the house, he found that the normally cracked window was indeed wide open. Wasting no time though, Izuku climbed inside.
'Damn! This hurts! I sure do wish I could tend to these injuries, but that would take too long!'
Taking the risk, Izuku opened the bathroom door just slightly and shined his light into the living room and kitchen area.
Phew
Though doing so incurred the chance of being detected instantaneously, it seemed as though fortune favored him as the invader was nowhere in that particular sight.
The terrified boy eventually stepped inside of his house again from the bathroom while tiptoeing as best he could and frantically looking from side to side while not sure if he should be grateful or deeply vexed to not hear anything to indicate the intruder's current position.
It was pitch black now, she could grab him from behind and he'd never know it until it was too late. As such...
'Shit!'
Things were quick to turn problematic as he knocked a lamp onto the floor where the base shattered into a million pieces.
A door in the hallway slammed open and the blue eyes locked in quickly.
Feet carried her faster than he could even believe as the lamp was soon to be investigated.
"Izuku."
Anxiety of the highest level gripped Izuku's heart as he couldn't even look out from under the dining room table at the silky and seductive yet terrifying voice of his mother's kidnapper.
'So it is a girl. Now there is no doubt, but still...'
Had the possibility dawned on him, he never would've started streaming. All the money in the world couldn't compare to his mother's safety afterall.
"Come on out. I won't hurt you."
The sick and twisted amusement laced in the woman's voice offered no sense of trust whatsoever.
In time, he could hear her feet once more as it became obvious that she was beginning to search for him.
Hearing her on the far side of the living room from him, Izuku gulped while stepping out from under the table and taking the chance as he went and grabbed a dirty butter knife from the sink.
He was grateful that the door leading to the basement was open and wasted no time in throwing the butter knife down the stairs at the wall before scuddling back to the underside of the table.
"Oh! There you are!"
The boy shivered as he watched her dark form rush past him and down to the basement.
'Now! Now! Go now Izuku!'
He quickly rushed to the hallway where he went to his mother's room.
'What the hell is this?!'
Looking below him, Izuku was surprised to find some thick liquid pouring out from underneath the door.
"Dammit all!"
He'd already thrown caution to the wind and now it was time to open the door and see what lay on the other side.
What Izuku saw next would impact him psychologically until the day he died. There he saw the lights were on but only for this particular room and in the middle of it, Inko was tied to a dining room chair, her cheeks were sunken, skin paler than a ghost, and blood leaking out copiously from the woman's body.
"MOM!"
Throwing caution to the wind, Izuku rushed over and untied his mother while trying to get her to look at him, but it was no use, she'd lost consciousness and was nearing death.
"Do you like your gift?"
Hearing that same voice, Izuku turned around to face the criminal. Not in fear, but for the first time, anger.
Normally, such a beauty would leave him blushing and stuttering, but given the context. Izuku found his focus elsewhere as he looked at the stalker. A tall young woman, only a few years older than himself by the look of things, clad in a white shirt that accentuated her bountiful bosom and a black leather jacket with spikes at the shoulders as well as wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans that did nothing but suffocate her thick thighs as she looked like she could burst out of them at any moment. Finally though, she had long blue hair covered by a vintage leather cap the same color as her jacket.
"YOU BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOTHER?!"
The woman merely stared at him with a twisted smirk though while calmly holding onto her aluminum baseball bat.
"Answer me! Now!"
Izuku trudged up to her in anger only to have the older girl smack him across the face causing him to yell while falling to the ground.
"Calm down. My father is a doctor. I merely cut open her nonvital areas. I know it looks bad, but a few blood transfusions and a little bit of skin stitching and she'll survive this."
Hearing this, Izuku felt relieved to an extent. All he wanted was his mother to survive, but did this girl really have the means to save her? Did he want to rely on her? Did he even have a choice?
"C-Can... y-you... really save her?"
The words angered him to no end. How could he have even thought of asking for this girl's help when SHE was the one responsible for this atrocity.
"Of course. I can help you out."
When he looked back, Izuku felt sickened to see the girl rubbing her bat against his mother's neck as Inko shivered instinctively out of horror while whimpering softly.
"And quite the opposite too, should you play your cards wrong."
Their eyes met as he saw the sheer level of smug and reserved sadism upon the stalker's face.
It would be quite a while before Izuku eventually looked down from her in despair while clenching his fist in frustration, and even longer before he mustered the will to reengage eye contact with a monster.
"Fine." He shakily said.
Hearing this, the girl chuckled while dropping the bat and untying her victim's wrists.
"Help me carry her to the basement. I'll treat her there."
Izuku was horrified to hear such words and even more sickened to find himself in no position to refuse as he grabbed his bleeding and malnourished mother by the legs while his tormentor lifted her up from beneath the arms and the two escorted Inko to the lower level of the house.
In little time, they made it to the basement where they set Inko down on the table in the middle while Izuku looked around in disgust. This girl... she... she'd been preparing for this...
Bags of blood, IVs and tubes, various surgical equipment all neatly and meticulously organized.
'How long was she here before revealing herself. This is horrifying.'
His feelings hadn't changed much and he was very much frustrated about the situation at hand, but even so, he'd pushed most of his anger to the side in favor of concern for his mother's well being... for the time being.
"Who are you anyways?" He asked coldly with great distrust.
Not terribly concerned though, the stalker never even bothered to address him as she focused on cleaning her scalpel and tweezers.
"You may call me... Nejire Hado."
A name that rang no bells but would likely flow through his mind for many horrible years to come.
"Nejire Hado? How could you do this to your fellow human being?" Izuku asked in horror.
Inko wheezed out as Nejire laughed at the question while turning around, an act that was more than enough to make the boy flinch.
"Boy. I stopped looking at people like people a long time ago... until you came along."
This sentiment was shocking to say the least. But nothing about this girl screamed normal to begin with, so at this point Izuku could only sigh in frustration while giving up. A person like him and a person like her could never come to understand each other.
"Now get out of here. Big sister has work to do."
The sheer level of promiscuousness in her voice and lust in her eyes was sickening to say the least. It was disgusting to him that he could even consider letting this kind of person look after his mother but he knew he held no power over her when his mother's life lay decimeters away from her hands.
Hours passed as Izuku anxiously paced through the kitchen, desperately waiting for Nejire to come to him with a conclusion on his mother's fate.
"Huh?!"
His ears perked up as he looked over to find the older girl finally opening the door and turning to face him.
"Nejire! What's her condition?! Is my mom going to be ok?!"
The blue haired girl looked at him with a glum expression as she hung her head in shame.
"Izuku... I'm sorry... but..."
In that very moment, Izuku felt his heart shatter. She was dead. He knew it already. Should've known better than to trust this chick.
"Your mom... she's... she's... heh... gonna be just fine."
"What is wrong with you?!"
At the dry and snarky conclusion, Izuku snapped at the girl as Nejire started laughing her ass off.
"Hahahahaha... God, you're a fucking idiot man. Go see her already." The girl insisted while wiping a tear from her eye and pointing to the basement.
Izuku shook his head while grumbling as he trudged down the stairs and went to see his mother.
Bandages adorned Inko's body as a single light shone upon her body and she breathed softly in her sleep.
"Mom..."
With a teary eyed and conflicted look, Izuku rested a hand on his mother's shoulder while feeling a wave of conflicting emotions wash through him like a sea of plastic.
"She'll be fine, kid. Just needs a few weeks of rest and proper care."
And of course, Nejire came down soon after to debrief him on the minutia of her condition.
"Thankyou."
Thoughts jumbled together and tore each other apart as he didn't know why he was thanking this girl after what she'd done, but at this point he could do nothing but cry softly while looking at his unconscious mother.
"You're welcome."
With a stoic look on her face, Nejire sauntered closer.
"Now let's go. She needs some space."
Hearing this, Izuku's eyes widened in shock as he frantically turned to face the older girl.
"What?! You can't seriously expect me to leave her?! After what you did?!"
Once more, anger resurfaced as Nejire remained calm, seemingly understanding in regards to his reaction.
"Look..."
His eyes narrowed as she raised her hands high.
"I'm sorry. I acknowledge that I took things too far and good woman got hurt because of that..."
Izuku breathed deeply, deciding to let her finish.
"But you have to understand."
And then he was disgusted as she closed the distance while placing a hand on his shoulder.
"From here on, you and I are in this together. Don't you get it? If you try and call the cops, leave any notes, even the most subtle of social ques to any of your friends or associates about my existence. Anything. Anything at all. I will kill your mother. Do you understand? It'll be all your fault."
"What?!"
It was hurtful, but Izuku had long since come to terms with the dark side of humanity. Many people had insulted him before. Many more had tried to tear him down with derogatory and toxic "criticism." He was used to it all... but this... was nothing like anything he'd ever experienced before.
Nejire's gaze softened as she allowed Izuku to soak in the information.
"I am not your enemy, kid. I really am not. We're in this together. I'm going to need your help to nurse Inko Midoriya back to her prime... So... are you ready to work with me here, for her sake."
Hearing this, Izuku was shocked into silence, not even resisting as the monster rested her soft and slender hands on his youthful shoulders while she looked deep into his eyes with a patient look on her face.
Was he really at fault from here on out? She admitted to taking things too far and made the effort to correct her misdeeds, but was that enough? Could he even do anything if he chose to resist any further?
Looking at Nejire with an uneasy expression and sweat dripping down his forehead, Izuku gulped nervously before shakily speaking up.
"O-Ok... I-I-I... p-pro...mise... t-to c-co...op...erate."
Somewhat surprised but hiding it well, Nejire smirked while backing away from the doubtful boy.
"Excellent. Now, let us go."
She started walking, but almost immediately, Izuku was confused as he scratched his head at this.
"Go? Why? Where?"
The blue haired girl turned to look back at him while chuckling with a slight blush across her face as she seemed excited for the following process.
"Don't you remember? I want you to draw me, boy."
Not another word was uttered as Nejire went back upstairs, leaving Izuku stunned to all hell.
"Wait!"
As Nejire got deep into the halls leading to his bedroom, Izuku finally caught up to her while looking at her in shock, but even then, she shamelessly walked into his studio like she owned the damn place.
Frustrated and shocked, Izuku ran in after her only to tense up as he watched the girl starting to strip. At this point, the power had come back on but Nejire had made sure to turn off all of his cameras. Only on her terms afterall.
She looked at him with a seductive smile while pulling her top over her head as her humongous and well endowed breasts smooshed and jiggled tightly.
"Aaaauuuuhhhhh?!"
Izuku was scared to death at the sight of her humongous breasts. Sure, he already saw her in the picture and even a prude like him couldn't deny that she had some very charming and mature body proportions... but still...
The only thing keeping him in that room at that point was his mother.
"Don't forget. I saved her life. You owe me for that."
She was right. He knew that all too well. But things like this were not easy to accept.
Izuku lightly blushed a little as he finally watched Nejire peel off her panties rendering the psychotic big boobied cutie pie of a stalker completely and utterly naked as she went over and cleared the white bench that was seamlessly built into the very architecture of Izuku's house.
"Go ahead and get set up. I want you to draw my breasts and stomach first."
And there's the first chapter.