#I WANT TO SEE W MY FUCKING EYES UNIMPEDED

[troglobite]

how many antihistamines and steroids do i have to shove into my body for MY ALLERGIES TO ACTUALLY FUCKING GO AWAY

I HAVEN'T KNOWN A SINGLE MOMENT OF ALLERGY-FREE PEACE MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE

AND I'M SO FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF IT

HOW MANY PILLS HOW MANY NASAL SPRAYS HOW MANY EYE DROPS

ANTI-ITCH CREAMS HAVE NEVER WORKED EVER IN MY LIFE

PLEASE I JUST WANT TO TAKE SOMETHING AND MAKE THE FUCKING ALLERGIES STOP

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Oo oo could u do a thrawn nsfw head cannon? If u haven't already?

A/N: You’re actually the first.  Let’s see what we can do for my favorite Grand Admiral.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Thrawn is always so careful with you.  His voice becomes low and soft, praising you as he helps clean you up.  He doesn’t want you anywhere else, but by his side.  He doesn’t care if you’re room is just down the hall, you’re staying with him for the rest of the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your eyes. He loves catching every stray emotion.  He loves the way they shine when you smile and gloss over in want when he fucks you.  He could cum just by looking in your eyes alone.

As for himself, he likes his arms. He knows they’re strong and he loves how easily he can lift you into them. He knows how you watch them while he trains and you cling to them as he takes you. He has every reason in the galaxy to appreciate them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you more than anything.  For one, he doesn’t like leaving a mess and prefers an unimpeded view of your skin.  But, more importantly he feels it’s a way of truly prooving you’re his. He’s the one making you feel this way.  It’s your body clenching around him, begging for his seed.  And don’t even get him started on the sight of his cum leaking out of you pussy when he finally pulls out.  It’s enough to get him going all over again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Thrawn takes great pride of having control over himself and his body.  The one time he fully lost control wasn’t long after meeting you.  You had gotten close too him.  He could smell the sent of your hair and detected the infrared glow of heat from your cheeks. You had spoken formally, but softly in a tone that was leaving him reeling. 

He all but ran to his quarters at the first opportunity and ran a cold shower.  But, even that couldn’t stop the different scenarios of your legs wrapped around his waist.  He had to take care of himself then and there or else he was going to burst.

He felt some shame at that, not from his thoughts of you, but his lack of reserve.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He actually has a rather limited experience.  My personal headcanon is that the Chiss are pretty culturally strict when it comes to sex.  So, having sexual relations outside of marriage is a bigger deal.  He’s had only one or two partners before you.  But, he doesn’t go into anything without doing at least some research.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he can see your eyes.  Even if he takes you from behind, he’ll make you turn your head to look at him.  He wants to know what you’re feeling even if you can’t voice it.  He wants to see what he’s doing to you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Thrawn is always serious when it comes to your pleasure.  His full concentration is on you.  He’s not going to be the one to break the tension.  Although, he’s not one to pass up an opportunity at a smug dry remark.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hair is kept to a minimal, manageable level.  And yes, the carpet does match the drapes; all dark blue black down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As I’ve said in previous headcanons, Thrawn has an extremely difficult time being vulnerable around people.  Sex is by it’s nature a vulnerable act, it leaves you exposed.  So, the fact Thrawn even wants to have sex with you is a huge sign of trust, and he wants to show you how much it means to him.  He makes love to you every time you’re together, plain and simple.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As I’ve said before, Thrawn takes pride in having control over his body and impulses.  So, he keeps the jacking off to a minimum.  Even after years of not having a partner, he doesn’t really feel the urge to.  And when he’s with a partner, he wants to save his lust for them, not his hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mirror Sex. It has everything he loves with the added benefit of you being able to see yourself as well.  He loves watching your eyes widen at the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy. God, the sounds he makes.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His quarters on The Chimera. It’s a place where he feels most comfortable and in control.  It’s where his own power comes from with the added benefit of no interruptions short of imminent attack.  Nobody is going to disturb a Grand Admiral unless someone was literally dying.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Competency.  Any time you can prove just how capable you are, whether it be intellectually or physically, sends a thrill down his spine.  He cannot wait to get you back into his bed to show you just how awe-inspiring you truly are.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Verbal humiliation, from either him or you.  Insults to him and his capabilities are only going to get him frustrated and not in a sexy way.  And he cannot bring himself to humiliate you.  He’ll tie you up if you like it.  Spank you if you ask, but he’s not going to degrade you in anyway.  He doesn’t get it and he doesn’t like it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving.  If I haven’t made it clear, he takes pride in your pleasure.  He can get off just at the sounds you make under him, knowing he’s the one making you feel this way.  He’ll stay between your legs for hours, making you cum again and again until your trembling and begging him to stop.  He might not have much experience, but he learns fast.

That all being said, there’s something about you on your knees, looking up with him, praising him for all that he’s given you and asking if you can give him something in return.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual is his general M.O.  He wants to make the experience last for as long as possible.  But, if you ask, he’ll take you as roughly as you like.  It’s all a matter of what will give you the most satisfaction.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his thing.  Like, really not his thing.  He doesn’t want to risk a quick escapade in his office and he’s not going to degrade himself to a supply closet.  It’s either your room or his, and if you’re already there, you might as well take your time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Thrawn is willing to try different things, so long as he’s given the time to prepare and read up on whatever it is you want to try.  And so long as it’s not anything degrading either for you or for him. And if it’s private.  He has a reputation with his crew he needs to uphold.  His private life is private for a reason.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man has amazing stamina.  He might only get off once or twice, but he can go for hours, holding off his own climax while he gets you off an average of three to five times between his tongue, fingers, and cock, if not more.  You’re not sure if it’s a Chiss thing or a Thrawn thing.  Either way, he’s not done with you until you either beg him to stop or pass out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No toys unless you explicitly talk about it before hand as part of an experiment.  Call it pride, but Thrawn wants to do all the work himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He tries to tease you.  He really does.  He tries to keep you on edge, but as soon as your moans and pleads leave your lips, he’s gone.  He has to give you what you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not that noisy, unless his whispering praises in your ear in a mix of basic and Cheunh.  Mostly it’s heavy breathing broken up by grunts and soft curses.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Thrawn never really thought of having children before you.  His mind was always focused on what the Ascendeny required of him and then the Empire.  The idea of having something for his own never occurred to him.  But, there are times after you make love with you in his arms he wonders what might happen if you got pregnant.  The thought of you carrying his child is almost enough for him to wake you up and try for one in earnest.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The man is hung and you cannot convince me otherwise. Again, unsure if it’s a Chiss thing or a Thrawn thing, but he’s certainly longer and thicker than the average human.  Not to mention completely blue with his cock turning a kind of purple at the tip when aroused.  It’s going to be nearly impossible to go back to humans after him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high.  He’s able to keep his more erotic thoughts to a minimum and even if he can’t help it, he’s able to put them safely away until later.  However, when he does get in the mood, you better clear your schedule.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a while to fall asleep.  He doesn’t need that much sleep period and sex doesn’t exhaust him the way it does for others.  You’re more likely to dose off first before his eyes are even heavy.

[petri808]

Full story.  Bakudeku AU w/smut.  11k words.  Happy Birthday Bakugou!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23630008

Bakugou Katsuki is a playboy rockstar with a bad attitude.  He’s got everything, top hits, fans, and any girl or guy he wants... Or does he.  At an industry party he meets the one person who sends him on a new path that ultimately saves his career and truly makes him shine.  

“Ha!”  Katsuki Bakugou kicks back in his chair as he slaps the report and tosses it onto his managers desk.  “Number one yet again on the charts!  Damn I’m fucking awesome!”  And it was true, the seasoned singer known to the world as Shockwave was still going strong 4 years after starting off in this industry.  

“Yes, yes,” the man picks up the paper and files it away.  “That’s the fifth single release in a row to debut at number one on the Billboard as well as Spotify.”  Shouto Todoroki was Katsuki’s manager and he had to admit, he never expected his client to rise this quickly.  While he’s only been doing this job officially for the last seven years, he’d grown up in the industry and had seen enough to know what works and what doesn’t.    

The singers blended style of Pop with Alternative and Rock grabbed audiences’ attentions, not to mention his performances were full of energy, and his personality was vivacious to say it nicely.  But off stage, the man was a handful.  Having a feeling about how Katsuki would behave, Shouto’s boss stuck him with blonde hot head as soon as the man signed, because he knew that his cool, level-headed, no nonsense manner would be able to handle it.  Things worked out for the most part.  Their PR department handled most of the headaches dealing with the man’s antics caught on social media.  But as they say, good or bad, news sells, and so far, the singer was able to weather most of the crazy scandals that had arisen.  Fan’s ate up all the juicy gossip and Katsuki fed them on the daily.

Arguments in clubs were a common occurrence with the singer, with the occasional fight turning into an actual brawl.  Most of those ended quickly with bouncers, used to Katsuki’s notoriety breaking things up and sending the combatants packing.  His love life and lifestyle were another gasoline on the social media flames.  With Katsuki, the term playboy was too classy for him and this pansexual had a love ‘em and leave ‘em, one-night stand attitude that never seemed to curtail the amount of partners willing to go to bed with him.  As far as Shouto knew, no one had ever turned the singer down.  

Shouto sits forward in his chair and lets his arms rest along the desk.  “Next on the agenda.  The album release part where your latest video will also be unveiled is next week.  I assume you’ll have a date?”

“Tch, course I will,” the blonde grows smug as if the question was unnecessary, “and whoever he or she is I’ll make sure is dressed to impress.”

“I’d expect no less,” is all the manager responds with.  “The limo will pick you up at 6pm on the dot, so be ready.”  

The night of the party started off without a hitch with many industry insiders in attendance.  Shockwaves music blared, expensive drinks flowed, and delicious amuse bouche were served by the wait staff.  Guests were happy and satiated, mingling with friends and acquaintances as one might see at any high-end party.  The schedule was a lax one and mostly just an occasion to gather and enjoy.  So, after his latest music video was played and his newest album unveiled, they popped champagned to celebrate and party the rest of the night away.  

Things were running so smoothly, that by 9pm Shouto felt relaxed enough to let the bodyguards keep an eye on Katsuki, while he could mingle with the guests unimpeded.  You could never tell just how Katsuki would behave, so he savored the moments of peace.  The singer had been too preoccupied with the red headed twin’s he’d brought as guests, one on each arm to fuss and that worked for him.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky tonight and there’ll be nothing more than pictures of a party to hit the news tomorrow,” PR lead for Shockwave, Momo Yaoyorozu notes to her co-worker as they grab refills at the bar.

“I never hold my breath,” Shouto responds.  “But if that’s the case, I’ll be supremely happy.”

“Me too,” she chuckles, “it means less headaches for me.  Right now, the article going into tomorrow’s UA Metro entertainment section is about album sales starting this weekend.”

“Thanks,” he pats the woman on the shoulder, “you guys always do an amazing job.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiles back before walking away.  

While the singer drank and danced the night away, Shouto takes a seat on one of the couches with his own guest who’d been waiting patiently for him.  Not that his guest was left alone, the man also knew many others in this field to stay occupied.  But now he got to enjoy the party instead only focusing on managing it. Chances were high that within another couple of hours, Katsuki would take off to bed the twins or some other willing partner and he would be free to wrap up this event.

And he was right on the money.  Four years of managing the man’s career, and he was pretty accurate on when his client would fold.  It was just under midnight, when a very drunk Katsuki unceremoniously drops onto the couch and shoves himself between the manager and his guest,  But Shouto looks around and notices something was missing.  He clears his throat, already annoyed by the type of intrusion as well as the growing discomfort of his guest.  “Bakugou, where are your guests?”

Don’t know, don’t care,” he slurs while focusing in on his managers guest.  “Who’s yer friend Todo?”  Truth was, the twins were trying to get him to leave with them, when he’d noticed the cute green-haired man next to his manager and sauntered over.

Shouto rolls his eyes at the nickname.  His guest’s eyes were wide and slightly panicked with the popstar practically hanging over him, so he pulls Katsuki away to give his guest some space.  “This is my friend Izuku Midoriya.  Izuku, this is my client Katsuki Bakugou.”        

Despite his discomfort, the green haired, freckle faced man smiles sweetly, doing his best to be nice since this was his friend’s client.  “H-Hi, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Bakugou.  I think your music is great.”

“What the fuck man, don’t call me mister and make me sound old!  But yeah, of course you like my music,” Katsuki grins, “everybody loves my damn music.”  He moves back closer to Izuku, trailing his hand against the man’s arm before Shouto can stop him.  “Bet you think I’m sexy too.”

Izuku blushes in embarrassment but shrinks away from the man’s touch.  The singer was being way too brazen and upfront for the shy man.  “Eh, heh, yeah, you are very nice to look at.”

Shouto once again pulls his client away, “please don’t make my guest uncomfortable Katsuki, clearly he’s not interested.”

But the singer furiously rips his arm away from his manager, “I ain’t doin’ that!  Izu here loves me, don’t ya mouse?” He wraps an arm around the man and pulls him flush against his body.  “Nobody can resist this package.”

His body goes stiff at the tight hold Katsuki has of him.  “Um… actually I do…” Izuku blurts out with a tremor to his tone.  “You’re a little intimidating to me,” he whispers.  It wasn’t that he didn’t think Katsuki was the most handsome guy he’s ever laid eyes on, but the man’s personality was just too rough.  They were completely opposite in that way from what he knew through Shouto and what he’s seen in the news.  Plus, Katsuki was his friend’s client and he wouldn’t want to cause any potential problems if a relationship were to go south.

“Tch.”  Undeterred, Katsuki grips the man’s chin hard and tips it up, letting his lips hover over Izuku’s.  “Do I really now?  But I bet I could make those fears melt away in my bed.”  Then slightly brushing his lips against the man’s, “the things I would do to this sweet ass of yours would have you begging for more.”

Izuku gulps hard.  A small part of him was turned on by Katsuki’s charms, but the bigger portion was screaming to run.  “I-I’m not gonna sleep with you after a first meeting,” he whines, “I’m not that kind of guy.”

“What the fuck!”  Katsuki snaps and shoves Izuku away so hard he almost slips off the couch.  “You dare to reject me?!  ME?!!  Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now!”  His blood was boiling and whatever high he’d had from the alcohol was burning off rapidly from the surge in adrenaline.

Shouto grabs Katsuki by both arms as his guest pushes himself further away on the couch.  Izuku wraps his arms around himself in shock from the outburst, this singer really was a brute!  He’s seen it on social media but to be the subject of the man’s wrath was a totally different feeling.  

The problems was, while taller than him, Katsuki outweighed Shouto, and he struggled to keep the man from lunging at Izuku.  But hearing the sudden commotion, other guests and Katsuki’s bodyguards rush over, grabbing the singer, pinning and holding him back from going after Izuku.  With the bigger men now holding his client in place, Shouto helps his friend to his feet.  Izuku is so shocked, he buries his face in his friend’s chest to hide away from the bull of a singer, and on instinct, Shouto wraps his arms protectively around Izuku.

But seeing the dynamics between the two men sets Katsuki off even more.  “You bastard, is that why you won’t sleep with me, cause you’re Shouto’s bitch?!”  He spits out the words.  “Stupid losers!”

The manager narrows his eyes at his client, “that’s uncalled for when you’re the one who assaulted him Katsuki.”

“Fuck you!”

“You’re drunk.” Shouto states and looks at the bodyguards.  “Please take him home and don’t let him leave until he sleeps this off.”

“Let me go you, fucktards!”  Katsuki yanks as hard as he can at his restrainers, cussing and straining their hold.  “Don’t you tell me what to do!  This ain’t over yet!  I will make him mine!”  He screams and growls as they drag him away.  “Let me go ya assholes!  You hear me Izuku!  I will make you mine!!!”  

With Katsuki gone, Shouto turns his attention back to his guest.  “Are you okay?”  He sits the man down on the couch.  “Would you like some water or anything?”

Izuku shakes his head.  “You warned me about him but… he is really something.  I-I don’t know how you put up with it.”

The manager just shrugs, “I just don’t let him take me down too and get under my skin.  Katsuki is like a spoiled child, so I treat him that way most of the time.”  He pat’s his friend’s shoulder.  “Just stay here while I close out this party, then I’ll take you home.”

“Okay,” Izuku cracks a pained smile.  It was the first time he’s ever been assaulted since primary school.  He hangs his head and avoids any eye contact, even as exiting guests try to cheer him up.  Being bullied as a quiet, nerdy little kid is a sore spot from his childhood memories and why he was a little shier as an adult.  He tried to stay positive regardless, but it may take a few days for the edge to come down from this event.

When it was clear to Katsuki that his bodyguards slash babysitters weren’t going to let up on him, he sat back in the limo and brooded all the way to his penthouse apartment.  He’d meant what he said back at that party.  Fucking Todoroki, he didn’t care if daddy was the CEO, he was going to find a way to make his life miserable now!  And that Izuku guy.  No one’s dared to turn him down before!  Why would they, it was crazy!  He was Shockwave, whose prowess on stage could only be topped in the bedroom.  ‘That damn mouse!’  Was he so fucking shy and stupid that he really couldn’t handle him?!  

As Katsuki paces his living room floor, visions of Izuku’s green hair and cute smile keep assaulting him.  But the worst part of all this, was he was sober, horny as fuck, and they’d dragged him out of there with no one to screw!  “ARGH!”  Why was a mouse of man getting under his skin so damn much?!  Maybe because he did love a good prey beneath him begging for mercy.  Tugging that green hair of his, ‘and I’d bet Izu would look even sweeter,’ Katsuki licks his lips just thinking about the naked man, ‘ass up and flushed while I’m pummeling him…’

“Ahhhh!!!  Fucking bitch!” he storms away to take a long, hot shower and relieve some of the tension.  

The morning after the album release party may have brought a sober Katsuki, but a no less still fuming one. After shooting off a ‘fuck you’ text to his manager, he set about digging into the man known as Izuku Midoriya.  He didn’t care if Shouto denied they were in a relationship, because based on what he saw for himself, ‘just friends my ass!’  There had to be more to the story, but when he’d lucked out on the typical social media accounts, his anger only grew.  Both men’s Instagram accounts were locked as private, and Izuku didn’t appear to have a Twitter of Snapchat.  

He’d always thought that his manager was straight considering he and the PR lady have been casually dating for a short time now, and that was the only relationship he’d ever noticed.  Katsuki throws himself onto his couch running his contacts through his mind.  Who did he know that knew Shouto well and would be willing to give up the goods on him?  ‘Ha!  Eijiro!’  Shouto used him a lot as a music producer, plus the guy was one of his on again, off again flings when they were in need.  Eijiro Kirishima was one of the few people Katsuki didn’t mind having normal conversations with, so he might be willing to talk.  He didn’t care if that meant bedding the man for a night in return for information since the guy was a lot of fun between the sheets.

A week later, the music producer joins Katsuki for a few beers at his apartment.  Up till now, Katsuki’s been avoiding his manager and calling up other acquaintances to gain any little information he could find.  It wasn’t much considering Midoriya didn’t truly travel in his world.

“Why do you wanna know so bad?”  Eijiro takes another swig of his beer and relaxes back onto the couch.  “The guy isn’t even a part of the industry.”

“Just call me curious who my manager is dicking around with.”

“You’ve never cared before.”

Katsuki sits forward with a glare.  “Look, are you gonna tell me or not Eijiro?”

“I’ll tell ya,” Kirishima laughs, “I’m just curious why you’re so enamored with this.”

“Because the fucker turned me down, that’s why!”  Katsuki clenches his fists, “How the hell could he be more interested in Shouto than me?!  The guy is like talking to an emotionless rock!”

“Dude, he’s not,” Eijiro laughs.  “They just dated a few times, and I never even heard they made it to 3rdbase.  Shouto mentioned once, they were better off as friends, that’s all they are, just close friends.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Look, Midoriya is a really soft guy, so sweet I swear he could give you a tooth ache if you’re around him for too long.”

“Weak man.”

“Whatever, says the guy obsessing over here,” Eijiro chuckles.  “You know if I didn’t know better…. I think you are jealous Katsuki.”

The blonde crosses his arms, holding back the growing desire to throttle his friend, “I am not fucking jealous of a mouse like that!”

“Not of Izuku, of Shouto.”

That struck a nerve.  “I AM NOT JEALOUS OF THAT BASTARD!”  Katsuki jumps off the couch and grabs Eijiro by the shirt.  “You know what, get the fuck out of my house!!”

Eijiro shoves the man off, “Fine!”  He straightens his shirt.  “Can’t take the truth, why am I not surprised.  By the way, good luck with your new album,” he snickers as he slams the front door behind him.  

“Fuck you!  My album is doin’ just fine!”  Katsuki screams back to the closed door.  ‘Where the fuck did that come from?!’  His singles all did extraordinarily well, so it was only a given the album sales would do to.  “My fucking album is fine,” he drops back onto the couch with a harrumph.  Not that he’d been checking, just assumed it was like every other album he’s put out.  

At least before the argument he’d gained some delicious insight into Midoriya.  The man was nothing more than a second-generation florist who was taking over the shop that his mother started.  According to Kirishima, he was hired by many companies, including those in their industry because of his gift in creating elaborate floral pieces tailored for events.  It was how he and Shouto had met.

“Tch, what a sap story.”  It wasn’t surprising the guy would have such a soft and gentle type job that matched his personality perfectly.  Could you imagine Katsuki doing anything like that, not in your life.

But as he visualized walking into the florist shop and being greeted by a sunny smile…  Katsuki growls at the way his heart flutters.  This wasn’t about falling for the guy, dammit!  He just didn’t like the idea of not getting what he wanted and right now, the one person who turned him down was what he fucking wanted!  And as far as he was concerned, Shouto Todoroki seemed to be in the way.

The next day, Katsuki marches into his managers office ready to demand that he be given a new agent, or he’ll find another firm, contract be damned.  

But Shouto doesn’t even bat an eye.  He too had enough of the man’s childish antics.  “I would love to do that, but it appears no one else would want you.”

“Tch, you don’t fucking know that,” the hot-headed blonde crosses his arms and stands menacingly next to Shouto’s desk.  “Why wouldn’t anyone want to have a money-making star?!  Has the whole world gone mad?!”

His eyebrow twitches at the superfluous posturing.  “You’re attitude,” Shouto tosses a newspaper on the desk chair next to Katsuki.  “That’s the UA Metro entertainment section.  They were at the party, saw, andtook photos of your attack on Midoriya.”  The man leans back in his chair as he continues.  “Up until now, your fights were with sketchy individuals, but this time you picked on someone who not only is smaller, weaker, but is popular with a lot of the big companies in this city, including record labels.”

The frustrated manager sighs and pinches his brow.  “There comes a point when even the biggest stars become too much of a liability.  I’ve been getting calls or messages daily from contacts all over the industry.  Producers are concerned with working with you, other agents, even DJ’s are sending me condolences for being stuck as your agent.  I can’t say I blame them.  So, yes, if I could pawn you off on someone else I would, but it’s either me, or the street.”  Shouto leans forward, “and by the way, your album sales are half the volume they were of your last three at the same point in time.  Nobody stays at the top forever.  Your star is falling Katsuki, and there’s no one else you can blame but yourself.”

For the first time in their working relationship, it was the first time Shouto had seen Katsuki go silent during an argument.  The normally competitive man would be cussing, screaming, or denying everything by now, but he was completely mute, just standing there gawking and turning white.  He could pity the man for being foolish, but he just wasn’t in the mood.  Katsuki had simply gone too far this time.  

Shouto gestures to the open door.  “Now if you’ll excuse yourself, I need to clean up after your mess.”  Without any more fanfare, he simply goes back to working on what he had been doing before the singer showed up.

A full minute later as if Katsuki had finally finished processing the gravity of the situation, his personality rears its ugly head.  “T-This is fucked up!”  He slams his fist on the managers desk.  “I don’t care what some stupid media says!  My fans are what matter and they love me!”

“Not according to your album sales,” Shouto responds without even the courtesy of looking up.  “Maybe they’re tired of your antics too.  Look,” he huffs, “for your self-interests, go home Katsuki, stay there, and keep a low profile until things blow over.  And for god-sakes, no ranting on social media!  Now go, before I call in the guards to escort you again.”

It was the first time in Katsuki’s whole life that he’s felt the entire world crash on top of him.  He was so used to being on top, the popular one, even from a young age, but his music career had sent an already swollen ego into overdrive.  There was nothing he couldn’t do if he put his mind to it, but maybe he’s pushed his luck a little too far this time.  ‘All because of a scrawny mouse!’  

“F-Fine!”  Katsuki does his best to save face.  “Yeah, you do your damn job and deal with the vultures!  I’m goin’ home!”  He storms out of the office and heads to the elevator.  Though he screws an indignant expression onto his face, it’s only a mask to those he passes by.  Inside, he was screaming with all the hellfire of a man being stabbed to death.  

‘Say what you will,’ his conscious chimes up during the short elevator ride.  ‘But that scrawny mouse didn’t do anything wrong.’

‘Tch!’

‘And, regardless of what you say, it seems you like what you saw in that mouse.’

‘Can you shut the fuck up!  Where was this voice of reason at the party?!’

‘Locked up, where you normally keep me.’

‘yeah, well go back to your cell…’

Ding.

The elevator opens and all Katsuki can see is a mass of flowers being held by someone blocking the way, so many it completely encompasses their upper body.  “Oi!  Move it idiot!” he snaps.

“Eek!  S-Sorry,” the mass moves to the side to allow Katsuki plenty of space to pass.

But the singer immediately recognizes the voice.  “What the fuck are you doing her Midoriya?!”

The flowers being held by the smaller man begin to shake.  “I-I’m just delivering an order to Mr. Mic for his client Jirou’s birthday.”

Son-of-A!  He knew he’d smelled food when he passed the conference room.  “There’s a fucking party isn’t there?!”  

“I-I think so…”

“Yes, there is,” a harsh male voice responds to the question.  At that moment, Shouto walks out from the second elevator and comes across the two men.  He pushes Izuku even further away from Katsuki.  “But you are not invited, so leave.”  Without any more information than that tidbit, he prompts the florist towards the second elevator.  He was sure the fuming singer was boring holes in his back, but he didn’t care.

“Whatever!” Katsuki snaps as they are getting in.  “I wouldn’t wanna go to her stupid party anyways!”

But it was a ruse.  With his heart barely holding on to life, the singer beelines it for the parking garage before anyone else could see the pain racking his grimaced face.  Everything hurt and he didn’t know how to handle the rush of negative emotions.  Anger is something he could understand, but despair, it was as foreign as a dead language to him.  It felt like all eyes were on him as he passed by employees and visitors alike, and for once he hated being in the spotlight.

The moment he gets into his car, the dam breaks and a gush of tears pour free.  He grips onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and rests his forehead against it.  This was something he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time.  To fall from such a height, his heart literally shattered at the sound of those elevator doors closing.  He wanted to scream because of how weak he felt.  He cried because what Shouto had said to him truly hurt!

He hammers at the wheel, “AHHHHH!!!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!!!!!”  ‘I’m such a fucking dumbass!!!!!  How’d I let shit spiral so out of control!’ If his manager was ready to toss him onto the street, that meant the agency had already approved it.  And if Shouto was telling the truth about the other firms… it meant he would struggle to find a new one.  ‘They’d probably give me a crappy contract.’ Being blackballed like that meant producers, DJ’s, and others would cold-shoulder him as well.  

And what about his album sales?  Why were the numbers so low?  Katsuki knew that physical copy sales had been on a downward trend, but digital copies usually made up for the difference.  “Argh!”  Katsuki closes his eyes, “but how do I fix this?” he mumbles to nobody but himself.  Everything hitting at the same time was overloading his mind.  He didn’t want to admit that what he’s been for much of his life was the bully.  ‘This must be what it feels like on the other side of the line.’  It sucked, and now he felt like a complete asshole who deserved to be tossed to the gutter like street trash.

After delivering the flowers, Midoriya goes back to his delivery van in the parking garage where he notices someone sitting in their car.  Not a very big deal, but he can see that their head is resting against the steering wheel.  The closer he gets to the car; he sees the tell-tale blonde hair and realizes it was Katsuki.  He hesitates with his first inclinations to turn around and pretend like he never saw anything for fear of being hurt again.  But the longer he watches, he can see that the man wasn’t just upset, but possibly crying.  Now that came as a shock.  From everything he’s been told, Katsuki Bakugou didn’t come across as the type to ever cry, at least not in public.  Against his better judgment, Midoriya walks over to the man’s driver side window and lightly taps on the window.  

“Are you okay Mr. Bakugou?”

The sudden intrusion snaps Katsuki to attention.  He quickly wipes at his face and turns to see who would dare to approach his car, because if it was a fan, he really wasn’t in the mood for it.  His shoulders slump, of course it would be Midoriya.  He cracks the ignition and rolls down his window.  “What do you want mouse?”

Midoriya nervously scratches the back of his neck and musters a smile in the hopes of breaking the tension.  “I’m sorry to disturb you Mr. Bakugou, but you seemed upset, so I wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“I’m fine dweeb,” the singer responds in a monotone reflecting very little emotion.

“Oh-Okay… B-but you were crying.”

Damn this guy really was annoyingly sweet.  Couldn’t he see that he just wasn’t in the mood to be bothered.  “Tch!”  Katsuki turns his head away.  “What do you care?”    

“Well, you see” he fidgets with his fingers, “I just don’t like seeing people upset… and I know it must have something to do with that party, so I feel bad.”

“Well you shouldn’t,” Katsuki maintains a level tone trying not to show his annoyance, “cause you didn’t do nothin’ wrong.”  ‘Shit, I was the prick idiot.’

“Mr.  Bakugou?”

Okay he was really getting tired of the mister part.  He rolls his eyes and stares forward away from the man, ‘Ugh,’ “What is it?”

“I’d like to start over, if that’s okay…. And maybe be friends?”

After everything he put the man through, he was still willing to be friends with him?!  Katsuki’s head whips back to face the man standing outside his door.  “Why?  Is this a trick?” His brows furrow and eyes narrow.  “Did Shouto put you up to this?!”  He just couldn’t fathom, with the world turning against him, that Midoriya wanted to give him a second chance.  “This better not be a trick or something, cause I’ve had enough bad news for one day…”

“N-No, No!”  Midoriya waves his hands in front of himself frantically.  “No trick, I swear!  Shouto doesn’t know I’m talking to you.  He’d probably kill me if he knew!”

“Tch, you guys are still seeing each other aren’t you, just keeping it hushed up?”

“What?!”  The man stiffens up.  “No!  He’s not really my type,” Midoriya blushes bright red.  “He just worries because I get emotional really easily.”  He fidgets with his fingers, “S-so, would you like to be friends?”

Katsuki thinks for a moment.  This could be the saving grace he was hoping for.  “Yeah sure, why not.”

They exchange contact information and agree to meet for lunch in a couple of days.  Katsuki watches Midoriya walk away, and for the first time in days, a small smile registers on his face.  It’s been a long time since he’s had such a normal interaction that it felt a little weird… but nice for a change.  Who knew?  Katsuki chuckles and drives home.  Maybe there really was a way to dig himself out of this mess after all.

Their first luncheon went quietly without any problems, leaving both men with a sense of starting off fresh.  The singer actually felt good at the end, like a small high without the need for chemical substances.  But by the next day, they were thrown back into the spotlight when a blogger caught a photo of them together and blasted social media with it.  Oh, was the singer pissed!  Katsuki wanted to go after the man for spinning rumors of a new affair with the florist that made Midoriya look like some kind of whore.  

Luckily Shouto had caught him before he could react, and with the help of the PR department convinced him to let them handle it.  A journalist for UA Metro did a follow up story and interviewed Midoriya.  The sweet natured florist sold the truth and confirmed the luncheon was nothing more than an innocent lunch to bury the hatchet, and by the time it had ended they were on the road to being friends.  Shouto had been irritated about being caught off guard with the news and the fact that they’d met up, but he also couldn’t stay upset when in the end it helped to bolster Katsuki’s broken image just a little.  

It was awkward and rough for the first few weeks despite the initial meeting going well.  Over time, Midoriya’s positive and sweet disposition appeared to be rubbing off on Katsuki much to Shouto’s relief.  His client needed all the help he could get to turn things around.  

On the professional side, having Midoriya in his corner was thawing relations with the industry, but album sales were another story.  Consumer polls hinted that the slight shift in the style of music from pop/alternative, to more of a hard rock style may have something to do with it.  Fans liked Shockwave’s semi-edgy music, but at least the pop angle broadened his reach.  By leaning too heavily into one genre, they may have lost some of the fan base.  It was okay, they still had options in boosting sales such as putting out remixes to add back in the pop feel.  In the meantime, working on rebuilding his personal image may also help sway the fans.

In reality, the covetous nature Katsuki had felt in the beginning was turning into an obsession.  And the question now became, how far would he go to keep it from slipping through his fingers a second time?  Now he understood his managers desire to protect.  He wanted to keep Midoriya happy because of the warm, fuzzy embers it stirred in him.            

The singer was a lot nicer now, but that didn’t mean he’d lost all of his bravado.  Katsuki still craved attention and would do anything to keep it.  At the same time, he wasn’t an idiot.  Staying out of trouble and Midoriya’s friendship were the sources of the turnaround, so he showed his appreciation in the only way he knew how.  Meals, movies, tickets to anything that interested the man, Katsuki would lavish gifts upon him.  He put up with whatever the man was willing to give just to keep him happy, and if he was being honest with himself, simply cuddling on the couch wasn’t that bad after all.

By the sixth month into their friendship, Katsuki would spend every last dime if that’s what it would take to make Midoriya his. 

Katsuki was happier than he’s ever been.  His music career was back on track, and the last several months, all the relationships he had in his life were mending well.  Instead of being combative, he’d turned into an easy client for Shouto to manage.  No more arguments about direction or the need to micromanage the writers that had created great lyrics for him all along.  There were a few minor set back’s whenever he’d had a little too much to drink in a club, but nowhere near the explosive episodes he would reach in the past.

Izuku on the other hand wasn’t faring as well.  He wanted to believe that deep down Katsuki wasn’t a bad person, he was almost sure of it.  The rockers lifestyle had created an incredible vain and arrogant man or at least turned a proud man into an even bigger narcissist.  And while over the past few months, he’s seen some changes for the better, the singer struggled with his vices.  Izuku wasn’t even sure if the singer realized his failings.

When it came to the singer’s music or staying in shape, Katsuki worked hard, but in more other things the less effort he had to put in the better.  The man would rather eat out than cook, be driven than drive himself, and cleaning, well… that was the maid’s job.  Izuku wondered how much the man even paid attention to his own finances, or did he just let his financial manger deal with it?  Out of sight, out of mind.  All Katsuki wanted to focus on was enjoying life his way.  But Izuku knew better of the world, and this worried him.

His fondness of the singer had grown tremendously, and it pained him to think that they were just too different to make anything work.  Izuku wanted some stability, wanted to know that this life wouldn’t come crashing down someday, leaving him broken with nothing to show for it.  It scared him a little.  After grappling with his decision, Izuku realized that it wasn’t fair to continue this way.  He couldn’t even define the type of relationship there was between them.

“But I thought things were fucking fine with us!”

“Katsuki I’m not another fanboy or some trophy hanging off your arm to display to the press.”

The blonde growls, “I never said you were.”

Izuku sighs, “it’s how you make me feel.  You’re a lot of fun to hang out with, but I want a real relationship.  Someone who I feel like I can grow old with, who loves me for who I am, that will do the right things to make sure this,” he gestures to the apartment as a metaphor, “life will last, and we wouldn’t end up broke and destitute one day.”  Moisture brims just below the surface as he stands to leave.  “I’m sorry Katsuki…”

“N-No, you can’t fucking just leave like that!”  Katsuki couldn’t believe they were going through this again.  “I’ve been behaving for you!  I buy you anything you’d want!  What more do you want from me?!”

“Kacchan, all the gifts are nice, but I don’t require material things.  And yes,” Izuku smiles softly and places his hand against the blonde’s cheek, “I could almost fall in love with this nicer version.”  A tear trickles down, “but you aren’t ready to settle down yet, and I’m not gonna force you to.”

Katsuki’s heart seizes up at the use of the pet name.  He’d hated it at first, but now… It was like being back in his car in that garage all over again.  His voice falters as the tears catch in his throat, “I’ll do whatever it takes Izu, just don’t give up on me, please?”

“I’m not.  We can still be friends and hang out sometimes.”

Just friends… like how Shouto was relegated to the friendzone.  Katsuki’s heart wanted to stop right then and there.  He couldn’t even respond, didn’t know how to.

Izuku places a kiss on Katsuki’s cheek.  “Goodbye, Kacchan.”

The blonde just watches Midoriya leave unable to move from the couch.  He felt like a piece of lead or as if someone had taken adhesive and glued his feet to the floor.  Nine months ago, Katsuki would have raged, probably thrown things, hit something but the ache was different this time.  He wanted to curl up in a ball or maybe jump off a cliff.  Would anyone miss him if he dove out of his sixteenth-floor window right now?  The answer was probably not, and that was the reason he couldn’t move.  No one that mattered would miss him…

‘That’s not true.’

‘Welcome back bitch,’ Katsuki snaps at himself.  ‘You’ve been quiet for months.’

‘You didn’t need me for once.  And stop being such a pussy and get off the damn couch.  Are you too stupid to realize it’s not over yet?’

“Fuck off.”

It was the first time since high school that Katsuki actually wanted only one person.  He’d gone a little crazy with all the access and choices to satiate his libido, but hell, he hasn’t had sex in five months because all he’s been craving was Izuku.  If staying celibate for such a long period in his history didn’t show just how enamored he was with the freckle-faced mouse, he didn’t know what would.

And what did he mean about doing the right thing?  Was Midoriya saying he wasn’t responsible enough to trust?  Okay, that part may have some truth to it, but it’s never been something Katsuki ever thought about.  As he looks around his apartment, he assumes the man was looking towards the future.  Music paid for all of this, but what happens when things die down?  He was pretty sure that money was being tucked away for his retirement, but he wasn’t sure since it was all in the hands of his manager.  

‘That’s the point,’ his conscious chimes in.  ‘You should stop focusing on just partying all the time and actually grow up.’

“Ugh!”  he couldn’t argue with that.  But how will he convince Midoriya that he can change?  He didn’t really have any friends to turn to, and there was no way in hell that he was calling his mother for love advice. Katsuki groans and whips out his phone dialing a number.

“Hello?”

“Shouto… I’ll be dropping by your office in the morning…”

As the singer walked in that morning to his office, Shouto Todoroki was a little taken aback by the man’s appearance.  He wouldn’t call Katsuki stylish per se except in his own way, but at least the man maintained a put together look whenever in public.  But not today.  The man slumped in the chair before him looked like a totally different person.  His hair was unkempt like he’d just rolled out of bed, clothes were thrown on, wrinkled, and didn’t even match.  

“So, what did you need to talk to me about Katsuki?”  

The blonde averts his eyes to the window, “it’s about Izuku…”

Shouto quickly sits forward, “What did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything!” Katsuki shifts in the seat and stares at the manager.  He could have been angry about the insinuation, but, “Wait, so he didn’t talk to you?!  I kinda assumed he would.”

“No, I haven’t spoken to him in a few days.  Now are you gonna tell me what is going on?”

Katsuki deflates further into the armchair.  “To be honest, I don’t know how to explain.  Whatever there is between Izu and I, he called off last night.  Said, he’s looking for a real relationship and doesn’t think I’m ready for one.”

“Well, are you?  It’s a simple question Katsuki, and to be brutally honest, I don’t think you are.”

Leave it to mister ice man to lay it in bluntly.  The Blonde groans and covers his face with his hands.  “For once I can’t disagree.  But, for him… I’m willing to try.”

He wanted to call the man a liar, but based on Katsuki’s disposition, for one he actually believed him. Shout’s eyebrow raises.  “You do see how it’s difficult for anyone to believe that, right?  You are by far, one of the worst playboys I have ever met who didn’t even care what sex it was as long as they gave you what you wanted, and you’ve been this way for years.  Can you really change in just a few short months?”

Ouch.  Turn of the knife.  “Hey, I haven’t had sex in months, thank you very much.  Just haven’t been interested in anyone else, ya know.”

“Except Izuku?”

“Yeah…”

“Wow, you really are serious…”

Katsuki sits up, “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYING TO PROVE!” then slumps back in his chair.  “Come on man, you know him well, what can I do?!”

The manager leans back and crosses his arms, contemplating what to say next.  A part of him wanted to push this separation further to protect Izuku from going back to the singer.  But if Katsuki was being honest, who was he to separate two grown men from love.  The singer didn’t know, but Izuku had confided in him that he was falling in love with Katsuki and that it scared the hell out him.  That fear must have been what pushed Izuku to make this latest decision.  He sighs, “All I can say is you’ll have to somehow show him that you are being forthcoming about how you feel.  Unless he believes he can trust you, you’ll never convince him that you’re being genuine.”

“Ugh…” it was the truth, but that still didn’t help him figure out what to do.

“Go home, clean yourself up, cause you look like shit, and come up with a plan Katsuki.  Oh, and regarding your birthday next month, is there anything specific you’d like to do?”

“The usual, I guess.  Just the typical industry party and make sure all the dignitaries are there so I can thank them for sticking by me.”  Not that he felt like celebrating, but this was more for showing face.

“Done.  Now go home and meditate on what I said.  If you want him back, bare yourself to him and figure out a way to earn it.”  

Katsuki nods, “yeah.”  He stands up and walks to the door, then pauses at the threshold.  With his head slightly turned in the man’s direction.  “Thanks, Shouto.”

Shocked but happy by his client’s progress, Shouto smiles.  “You’re welcome.”  Maybe Izuku really was the best thing for the singer after all.

The days leading up until his birthday dragged by like a never-ending winter storm.  It was cold, lonely, miserable, and the emptiness Katsuki felt only drove home how pitiful his seemingly ‘perfect’ life had truly been.  He missed the light that Izuku had brought into his world, and if it wasn’t for the chance of seeing the man again, Katsuki would have gladly stayed home from the party.

And as he walked into that hotel’s small ballroom, a sense of dreaded déjà vu hits him.  He swore under his breath that Shouto rented the same room as the last party in order to torture him.  The furniture and décor were moved around since the last one, but he could still recognize the pieces.  His eyes zero in on the dreaded couch that started it all.  ‘Nope,’ he changes course and heads over to the standing bar.  Things may had gotten better, but that couch had too many bad memories attached to it.

He’d spent the entire 27 days trying to figure out what he could do to win Izuku over, and of those, 8 of them were in convincing the man to attend this party.  After swearing on a non-existent bible that he would stay clean and sober through the event, Izu finally relented.  So, with his beer to nurse in hand, Katsuki takes a seat near the entrance and waits for the man to arrive.  He’d never admit it, but the singer felt like a happy and expectant puppy waiting for their owner to arrive home.

“Hi…”

Katsuki hears the soft voice and feels the tap on his shoulder and turns around to a jaw dropping sight.  Izuku was dressed in a stylish, forest green faux leather blazer, white button-down collared shirt, slacks to match, and brightened by the glow on his face.  “Happy birthday, Kacchan,” he holds out a small neatly wrapped gift.

But instead of immediately taking the gift, he pulls the smaller man in and wraps his arms around him in a hug, taking in the fresh floral scents that clung to the man that he’d come to love.  Katsuki buries his face in the surprised man’s neck, “thank you for coming, it means a lot to me.”

Izuku recovers quickly from the unexpected hug and reciprocates, smiling even though the man couldn’t see it.  It felt good to see the singer again.  “You’re welcome Kacchan.”

To hear that nickname after a month of absence was so much better than any music to his ears.  His eyes cloud up and he squeezes them shut to hide it.  Damn he felt weak, but at that moment, Katsuki didn’t care.  He didn’t want to let go but knew it would be awkward to stay that way, so after a few more second, he lets Izuku go.  Katsuki accepts the gift and gestures over to an area where they can sit.  “Would you like a drink?  I’ll go grab you one.”

Again, Izuku is a bit surprised by the question, but shoves his euphoria down.  “Um, sure, something light would be great.”

Katsuki grabs the drink for his friend and returns, taking a seat next to Izuku.  “Thank you,” the man smiles in acceptance.

Throughout the evening other guests come and go, dropping by the pair to say hi or chat for a while.  It was nice, relaxing, and though the temptations were there, Katsuki never took them.  He was even able to convince Izuku to dance with him for a couple of slower songs, but other than that, seemed content to stay put on that couch.

It was completely out of the ordinary for the singer, but no one was upset about the change, least of all Izuku.  All night, no outbursts, sipping on the same drink, and being a perfect gentleman.  His heart was soaring despite the lingering fears.  Will this last?  Can Katsuki really change?  Oh, how he wanted to believe it!

The party was going great and soon enough the halfway point had come.  Shouto drags Katsuki up to the stage for a birthday cake, over the man’s protestations of them singing him happy birthday.                        

“Just shut up and deal with it, then you can execute your plan,” Shouto whispers.

“Fine,” Katsuki growls.

As the crowd of half inebriated adults sings an out of tune version of the birthday song, the singer fumbles nervously with something in his pocket at the thought of giving a speech when this was over.  It takes a couple of the longest minutes of his life, but soon enough the DJ cuts the music and he’s free once more.  Katsuki gives the DJ a signal to play a specific instrumental song at lower volume, and Shouto hands him the microphone.

“Thank you everyone for coming tonight, hope you guys are having a good time.  I also want to say how much I appreciate all of you for putting up with me until now.”  Nerves kick in and singer feels a bout of stage fright kicking in.  “But I have an announcement to make.”  Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his manager waving at their friend to come up.  “Izuku, would you please join us on the stage?”

“Wh-what?!”  Izuku deadpans but rises to his feet and cautiously makes his way to the stage.  It was a new experience to be centerstage like this.  Every fiber of his being wanted to bolt.

Katsuki takes hold of his hand and squeezes, whispering off mic that everything would be okay.  Shouto too, gives him a wink… Okay, now that was really strange, Izuku realized, the two men were in collusion.

“I’m sure everyone in this room know the man standing next to me, whether by profession or the photo’s leaked in the media.  It was in this very room at my album unveiling that we didn’t exactly start off on the right foot.”  Snickers are heard through the room.  “But we were able to get past that and I’d like to say we’ve become friends?” He turns to Izuku, who smiles nervously but nods in agreement.

Katsuki squeezes his hand, then releases it so he can pull the box from his pocket.  “He is the reason I am the person standing before you today.  I’m not completely rehabilitated,” he chuckles and even gains a chortle from Izuku for the crack, “but as you can see, even a tiger can change its stripes.”

Despite his nerves, the sweet words coming from Katsuki brings a smile to Izuku’s face and he could almost forget the fact he was standing in front of a crowd of people.  

“But what I don’t think even he realizes is his true effect on me.”  Katsuki now turns to face Izuku completely instead of the guests and hands the microphone back to Shouto.  “You were right, for a long time I wasn’t ready to settle down, but when someone special comes into your life, the dumbest mistake would be not to recognize it.”  He opens the box and holds it up as Izuku’s eyes expand.  “This is my promise to you, Izuku, if you’ll have me as your boyfriend.  To show you that I will do anything in this world to make you happy for the rest of your life.”

“Oh my god,” Izuku’s hands fly up to his mouth, covering it in shock.  “Kacchan, t-this isn’t…”

“No,” Katsuki chuckles and takes the man’s right hand into his own, “they’re promise rings… for now, until I’ve proven myself worthy to ask for you hand.  You’re my balance Izu, and I love you for it.”

The roar of the guests from the unfolding scene is barely heard as the two men’s gazes are locked onto each other’s.

Tears pour down Izuku’s face as can only nod his acceptance, too flustered and tongue tied to do anything more than just allow Katsuki to place the ring on his right ring finger.  “I love you too Kacchan,” he beams and wipes away some of the tears trailing down his cheek.

After placing a ring on his own finger, Katsuki raises the back of Izu’s hand and places a light kiss on it.  He grins wide, caressing the man’s face and smoothing away more of the tears.  “Only happy tears from now.  I love you mouse.”

Tours were great for exposure and fan support, but they could be such a taxing experience.  Months on the road moving from city to city or sometimes country to country.  In the past it wasn’t a big deal to Katsuki because it was like one long party.  But not anymore.  The married man was itching to get back home to his husband of three years.  Izuku had joined him for the first leg of the tour, but with the holiday season starting up, the florist industry was just too busy for him to leave it all in his mom’s hands.  And besides, the woman just couldn’t do the types of piece’s her son had mastered.  

But it was finally November and Katsuki had just finished his last performance.  He was practically foaming at the mouth at the prospect of seeing his husband in just a few more hours.

‘I’ll be waiting *wink emoji*’ Izuku replies.  ‘And don’t worry dinner will be ready by the time you get home.’

‘Fuck dinner, I’m just happy to see you.’

‘trust me Kacchan, youre gonna like tonights dinner *kissy face emoji*’

After arriving back at their hometown, the limo takes the singer straight to his apartment.  He was almost dead on his feet upon arrival and the only thing fueling his steps forward was seeing his man.  Katsuki drags his suitcases in and leaves them by the front door for the next morning.

“Babe, I’m home!”

“In here!” Katsuki hears his husband’s voice calling from the bedroom.  

As he walks through the apartment, he notices there’s nothing cooking, and no delicious smells coming from the kitchen.  How odd, if Izuku says he’s doing something, the man always does it.  Where he was a mess, his husband was the glue that kept them balanced.

“Hey babe, I thought you said dinner…” when Katsuki walks into the bedroom, the words die away on his tongue.

“is served,” a cheeky Izuku giggles and finishes the sentence.

“Holy… mother…”

There his blushing husband sat on his shins in the middle of their bed that is just covered in yellow green rose petals.  Izuku was clothed in a red silk robe, with his green hair tousled, and the robe front opened slightly to reveal the pale milky skin beneath it.  God damn he looked like a Christmas present that Katsuki was all but happy to open.

Izuku giggles even more at his husband’s gawking and sways the ends of his robe’s sash to break the stare. Because of the tour schedule, this had been the longest time they’d spent apart since their relationship began, and he just wanted to do something special.  Okay, that was a partial truth.    

“Go take a quick shower Kacchan, and I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

“Hell yes!”  Well no one had to tell him twice, as shoes and clothing were stripped and tossed on his quick exit towards the bathroom.  The blonde whipped through a shower in probably 5 minutes, drying himself off and walking back out buck naked.  Katsuki really had no shame what-so-ever.  

He grins at his sweet little mouse on the bed, who still sat in the same position toying with the sash.  “Need help with that,” he teases, gaining a coquettish smile and nod.  Katsuki climbs over the mattress, sitting in front of Izuku, and takes hold of the ends, “yeah we don’t need this anymore,” he pulls and tosses the sash aside for maybe later.  Next, he runs his hands under the edges of the robes opening, sliding them up against Izuku’s chest until they reach the man’s shoulders and slowly slips the silken fabric down his arms.            

With the robe added to the spattering of discarded clothing, Katsuki moves in, peppering his husband’s skin with kisses.  He pulls the man up till they’re both on their knees, with the smaller man’s legs constrained between his thighs.  Their bodies pressed up against one another, he continues covering Izuku’s neck with light little nips and pressured kisses, suckling, teasing every inch as his tongue eases its way up to the man’s jaw, and pulling delicious tender mewls from the mouse.  

Katsuki never would have thought that such soft and tender love making would appeal to him, but his husband opened him up to a whole new world of pleasure.  He loved the sensual acts and making Izuku purr with each new touch, or moan from every delectation he provided gave a boost to his ego that a million screaming fans couldn’t even hold a candle to.  It was a powerful high for the Rockstar that had him hooked like a drug.

Izuku weaves his hands around his husband, stroking long strides up and down the skin.  He trails the muscular ridges and seams, teasing little rivulets of quivers along the plane, then rounds Katsuki’s rear end, giving the firm flesh a good squeeze.  His fingers travel lower, just enough and pulse the middle ground between the man’s ass and balls, rubbing strong tight circles over the convergence of nerves.  

The blonde freezes and moans at the contact.  “Don’t,” he growls and bites Izu’s ear, “my way, tonight.”  Katsuki has a plan and it involves torture of a different kind.  

The smaller man whines but gives in to his husband’s demand… for now.  Turn out being a minx was a kink he’d come to enjoy being, at least in bed.

As one hand manipulates his husbands throat, the other snakes it’s way behind his back.  Katsuki trails his nails along the spine, creating little ripples of the muscles in response, and shivers threading through Izuku’s frame.  When it reaches the lower back, he flattens his palm over the skin, pressuring the hips to move forward.  He couples the move with a grind of his own pelvis, earning a deeper moan from his love at the friction of their cocks writhing against each other.

Skin to skin, their bodies grind in a slow rhythm of music only known to themselves.  Izuku tries to take hold of his husband’s cock but is rebuffed and reprimanded with another, sharper prick of Katsuki’s canines against his bare throat.  

“Not yet,” the blonde murmurs while still teasing kisses.  “I’ll tie your hands if you keep being a brat.”  

“But you must be tired,” his husband whimpers, “I wanna help too.”

“Never tired for you, mouse.”  

“Please,” Izuku makes another move to grab Katsuki’s dick, but is thwarted when the man simply grabs him by the forearms and lifts them up.  

Using gravity to his advantage, Katsuki pushes the man onto his back and pins his hips down with his own. He grabs the discarded robe sash and binds Izuku’s wrists, keeping them above his head.  “I warned you,” he grins, happy to enjoy the view.  His husband wriggles and pulls slightly at the bindings, but cannot compete against the larger, heavier man who has him pinned.  “I bet you did that on purpose,” Katsuki chuckles.

“Maybe…” Izuku smirks.  His preference was for the sensual, but after months of only self-pleasure to sustain him, he was hungrier than usual.  

“I know,” Katsuki kisses his lips, long and hard.  “I was lonely too, all the more reason I want this to last.”

While still holding Izuku down with one hand, Katsuki lifts up his midsection to shift leg positions from the outside to the inside.  His husband happily obliges and spreads his legs apart.  Once fixed between the man’s thighs, he lets his weight settle and pin down pelvis on pelvis.  

Izuku wraps his legs around Katsuki’s, cinching in a hold with his feet below the ass cheeks.  It was about all he could control.  He uses the leverage to help him grind harder against the man’s cock and bring himself some relief in the process.  It was painful how hard he was.  He could feel the sheen of sweat from the heat swirling in the area lubricating his movements.  

The truth was, Katsuki could have kept Izuku from moving around, but instead allowed the man to keep up the grinding while he focused on other areas.  He was having too much fun teasing the pale flesh of his husband’s throat and leaving flushed red reminders of his progress.  It made him feel like an animal, laying their claim.  But he muses to himself, there were definitely going to be bruises in the morning, he smiles between the kisses.  He pulls Izuku’s nipple into his mouth, rimming the pert little button with his tongue, and vexing the sensitive skin through his teeth.  

“Kacc—han…”

His husband reacts with a high-pitched rasp and arching of his body to ply the blonde’s mouth deeper.  In response, Katsuki sucks harder on the nipple and gains another garbled version of his name.  Yes!  These were the sounds he wanted to hear!  He moves on to the other nipple, giving it the same rough treatment and earning his rewards.  Back and forth he tortures his delectable little mouse, until the man is panting and fighting hard against his restraints.

“Please…” Izuku begs through his gasps and rocks his hips firmly against his husbands.  The desperation to be filled by Katsuki and feel the heat of his cock driven deep within him was making him delirious.  All the oral ministrations were amazing, but they were driving him insane!  “Please,” he whimpers again when Katsuki sits up to gauge his next move.  

Seeing Izuku so flushed and feverish sent a pang straight to Katsuki’s groin.  The man was covered in a sheen of moisture and precum was leaching out of his dick.  He trails his tongue along the seam of his lips.  Izu’s eyes were half-lidded and looking up at him with such wanton desire that he couldn’t help but finally give in… at least partially.  

After three years he knew that look.  Like a switch being triggered on the blonde.  Realizing that Katsuki was ready to give him what he wanted, Izuku relaxes his legs to give the man room to move.  He stays still, with his arms compliantly above his head, just motioning to the bottle of lubricant he’d placed next to the pillow earlier.  

The blonde growls a favorable sonant and grabs the lube.  He shifts his husband’s hips up, but when he reaches under to ply the man’s entrance with the lubricant, he discovers something else the man had prepared.  “Damn,” Katsuki grabs the small handle of the plug, “you really wanted to be ready for me huh mouse?”

“Are you upset?” Izuku winces.  “I just really missed you.”

“Hell nah, I ain’t mad,” Katsuki caresses the man’s backside and leans down slightly as he plants a quick kiss on his husband’s lips.  “Relax,” he whispers as he sits back up and starts to pull.  

Izuku does as he’s told, relaxing his muscles so his husband can easily remove the plug.  He then waits with abated breath, watching in heady anticipation as Katsuki slathers his dick and then Izuku’s entrance with the lubricant.  His eyes roll back at just the barest of stimulation.  The sensation of the man’s fingers toying with his ready flesh, then feeling something press up ready to enter him was all he’d been craving for.

No talking…  No sound…  Just the pressure of being filled as Katsuki pushed through at a leisurely pace.  When Izuku cracks a peak to see just why, he sees his husband staring down with the widest grin, just watching his dick slowly disappear.  The man was utterly enjoying the view and somehow that made Izuku glow, knowing how much this man loved being with him.

Fully seated in his husband, Katsuki rocks leisurely, just once along the full length, observing Izuku’s anguish at how gingerly he was toying with him.  Another slow and agonizing thrust again pulls a pained sigh.  He grins and continues for a few more rounds, all the while watching the man’s silent thirst multiple.  Sensual didn’t have to mean boring, oh no, Katsuki has learned, it could be pure and unadulterated torture.

The blonde shifts positions back to missionary and once prone and plugging his husband, Katsuki covets Izuku’s mouth, plying his tongue with his own.  His hands apply pressure, forcing the man’s hips down as he grind upwards.  He counsels every moan or whimper and tampers it down with a dance of his tongue.  

In response, Izuku wraps his legs around Katsuki’s thighs and arches his back into a different angle.  His gasping squeals are swallowed by the blonde after each buried thrust, and the friction… heavenly skin to skin grinding against one another, melding together in a slow rhythm.  He could feel his cock squished been their bodies, and every time Katsuki moved, it rubbed along the length as if it were being caressed by his hand.  Not that it matter much, Izuku’s mind was being pulled in several directions, and his body pleasured in more ways than one.  His senses were saturated by the mixture of heat, starry images behind his eyelids, and the scent of their love making filling the room.

But every time Katsuki could feel the building climax, he slowed his movements to a crawl, or stayed deeply rooted as he doles out sloppy kisses over other areas of his husband’s skin.  “I fucking love you so much mouse,” he murmurs unexpectedly, before adding more nibbles along the man’s neck.  

“Mmmm… I love you too… Kacchan…” he purrs back.  

“Mmm,” Katsuki hums in response.

The hums vibrations and breath fanning over Izuku’s skin sends rippling shivers all over his body with a piercing arrow straight to his soul.  He’d never known such levels of physical pleasure before Katsuki, and Izuku was sure that no one would ever be able to satisfy him as well as he could.  With his hands still loosely bound, he manages to weave them over the blonde’s head and threads his fingers through the back of the spikey tresses.

Katsuki moans and shudders when Izuku’s nails scrape against the scalp.  He growls a punishment that falls on deaf ears as his husband continues the gest unimpeded.  

Emboldened, Izu lets his nails ghost along the back of the blonde’s neck, earning a deeper moan and groveling growl.  He giggles.  “EEP!”  Then squeals when Katsuki forcefully rocks his hips so hard, the man sees white.

“Enough?”

“Again,” the man whines.

“You, naughty brat,” Katsuki chuckles.  He knows Izu wants him to go faster and harder, but he fights to resist.  “No.”

“Aww.”

His husband’s cute pout only earns him one more thrust.

“Soon,” Katsuki nips Izu’s ear.  “I’ll make you cry out my name soon enough, but first,” he sits back up on his haunches, “a little more pleasure for the mix.”  He takes hold of his husbands cock and wraps his fingers around the shaft just below the head.  Izu’s breathing falters and catches as the man’s thumb sweeps over the tip, plying the slit and spreading the drips of pre-cum over the sensitive skin.  

“Kacch…”  Izuku gasps.  His body arches briskly and the muscles around Katsuki’s dick tighten sharply.  

“Tch.” The blonde smirks as he reaches over for the discarded lube and applies a generous amount over the erection.  “Poor mouse, you’re so hard for me aren’t ya.”  Izu nods and whimpers, mewling when the man squeezes gently.  Dear god he was beyond turned on by this point and if his husband went too fast, he might blow too quickly.

Katsuki’s semi-roughened fingers from playing guitar strings clash against the pliant and servile skin of Izuku’s cock.  He glides his movements up and down, caressing the head before plunging the shaft in repetition.  Squeezing, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb and all the while soaking in the writhing body it’s attached to.  He holds Izuku’s hips in place so the man can’t squirm away.  At times his grip digs into the flesh just to keep him still.

But when Katsuki adds his own hip action to the mix, Izu cries out and brings his hands over his face to bite down on his palm.  Over stimulation from being fucked and masturbated at the same time triggers a babble of incoherent words.  His vision grows blurry and his breathing more and more labored.  Tears gather in his eyes clamped shut, and his legs solidify its lock around Katsuki’s frame.  This is what he’d been craving!  Izuku is losing what little strength he has in his legs and begins to pressure his husband to speed up his thrusts.  

He could have countered his husband’s pulls, but Katsuki went with it, and increased the speed he was jerking off Izuku.  Just a little more….  “Hold out for me,” the blonde grits out through his own panting.  “Almost… there…”

“Kac-chan, please!” the stricken man begs for the sweet mercy of release.  

Izuku fumbles for his own cock, as Katsuki’s hand starts to slip.  They were both about to hit the edge and it was getting harder to focus.  He stokes hard and fast while his husband makes short work of mounting him deeper.

A flash of light sears Katsuki’s vision for a split second as his orgasm strikes.  He bites down hard and locks his jaw as he rides out the waves of seed filling his husband.  Beneath him, the smacking sounds of the sieges he’s levying on his husband are drowned out by the broken high-pitched moans from Izu’s own climax.  

“Holy shit,” he groans and practically collapses onto Izuku, too tired and spent.  Months of pent up sexual frustration really took its toll.  “Damn, I missed that.”

Izuku’s legs felt like rubber and drop like dead weight onto the mattress.  He does what he can with his wrists still bound, cradling the back of Katsuki’s head, and threading his fingers through the blonde locks.  “Me too, Kacchan…. Me too.”  Soon enough, he hears the light pattern of breathing and sees that his husband has fallen asleep on top of him.  Izuku smiles and kisses the man’s forehead, before closing his own eyes.  Home where he belongs…