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aztecbrujeria · 3 years ago

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I joined a Punk KiriBaku Bang!!! It was my first bang piece! You can find the wonderful collection here. I was given the wonderful opportunity to be paired with my Beta @Hayhayn1 on TwT and the AMAAZING artist who created a piece for my fic @PunkInGlitter on TwT. *MINORS DNI*

Pistons & Glycerine 🍋🍋

Summary: It’s the annual Halloween Rat Rod Races and the Red Riot Garage has won. Kirishima and his employees Izuku, Ochako, and Shoto stay for the festivities after to catch the punk band playing. As he stands in the crowd he watches a ghost from his past walk across the stage. Katsuki never thought he’d see him again and felt the need to forget him after, but there he was standing out from the crowd. Can he get Kirishima to forgive him? Will they be together again?

WC: 6.2k

TW: M/M, Frotting, Angst w/Happy Ending, Male Oral, Anal Sex, Gaping, Alludes to Drug OD, Quirkless AU, Punk Rock, Kissing, Cursing, Public Sex, SHORT TOP BIG BOTTOM SUPREMACY

It’s the annual rat rod Halloween races and car show and the Red Riot Garage has just taken the top spot. They decided to celebrate the win by watching the punk show that always accompanied the event. Previously, years before, they always ended up packing up and heading home to celebrate with their loved ones.

However, this year Ochako had convinced them to stay for the show, “Come Onnnnnn!!!! We haven’t been out for awhile and Jirio is out with her friends!” As Shoto and Izuku finished closing up the trailer and checking the straps, they made their way around the back of the trailer to relax. Izuku sat against the bumper, Shoto followed around to lean in front of Izuku, Kirishima watched as Izuku’s thick arms encircled around Shoto’s tapered waist.

“Ei, you know we haven’t been out for drinks in a long time.” Izuku smirked as he hugged Shoto close and Eijiro watched a small blush spread across Shoto’s cheeks. It made him look fondly upon them, almost remembering a forgotten happiness. “Fiinee! We’ll stay...you can open tomorrow then, Ochako.” He could hear Ochako begin to whine and pout before jumping with glee about staying. Eijirou walked over to the 1960 F-150 candy apple red truck, Riot Red he always called it, and pulled out a dirty towel to wipe off some of the grease from the races earlier.

Once he thought his arms and face were clean enough he pulled his coveralls down and tied the filthy fabric at his thick waist. He was left in his black tank top, a colorful array of ink on display, the swirls of black and red contrasted against his rich olive skin tone making the sinew of his muscles enticing. Eijirou stood at 6’9” with 260 pounds of muscle packed on his frame. He knew over the years as he aged, he also gained an intimidating impression.

He had gaged his ears that had metal clothing pins in the center, added one septum piercing, and sleek metallic snake bites that accentuated his thick lips. He made sure to stay professional in some way, he still needed to keep his rocking look, with a nice undercut in his long mane of red hair he either braided the locks or pulled it back in a haphazard bun. He was built like an Oni from legends past, but had a pure heart of gold.

Eijirou stood out among any crowd, his friends would always just say that they could find him in the chaos. You could also hear him from miles away with how deep his baritone was whenever he laughed. Someone once told him his laugh was like the sweetest honey soothing to the soul. Eijirou re-pulled his hair back, with a few strands framing his face, he grabbed the vintage leather jacket from the bucket seat to slip it on. Turning towards the others, shutting the door before locking the truck, “Alright, let’s get some drinks and head to the stage!”

*****

Katsuki was babying the water bottle in his arm as he lounged about the green room in his silk kimono. With his headphones in and shades on he drowned out the noise from Denki and Sero arguing about the importance of western country music to punk rock, “Listen, man, Johnny Cash paved the way for punk rock.” Sero sounded like a stoned surfer. “WHAT! NOOO! Listen, it was Chuck Berry!” Denki talked a million miles a minute and was louder than hell.

Hearing the chaotic calm from the drums in the track playing from Suicidal Tendencies, Katsuki could almost feel his anxiety disappear; along with the annoying discussion from his bandmates. That was until Mina squeezed his leg to get his attention, “BAKUGO! DID YOU HEAR ME?” Opening his gleaming vermillion eyes, caked in heavily smudged black eyeshadow and eyeliner, “Pinky, what the fuck do you want?” Mina smiled, he saw the vein of annoyance on her brow, “We gotta get ready to head to the stage in five.”

Bakugo inhaled and brought his hands in front of him popping his knuckles, “Alright, fuck.” He put his phone on the makeup counter to stand and check his face. “Bakubro, what do you think?” Katsuki looked in the mirror at Sero, “American Blues, Bessie Smith, that’s where punk started.” Denki looked like he was short circuiting as he thought about this. Kats looked back at his reflection smirking as he opened his kimono to do a quick costume check.

He was in his thirties, post addiction, and was heavier than he used to be thanks to the drugs and alcohol. After his fourth stint in rehab and disappearing from his previous life, he found therapy and hit the gym again. He was on the shorter side at 5’11, thick blond hair in a short undercut, stocky with a broad chest and shoulders, tiny waist, and ink splashing across his flesh that hid the fading scars from his past.

Grabbing the black lipstick on the counter, throwing his shades near his phone, he started to paint his thick lips. Since it was Halloween at the car show he decided to channel Dr. Frankenfurter for the show. He looked down and checked the cheeky black panties, barely containing his junk and riding up his thick ass, to make sure his torn garterbelt was holding up the thigh high fishnets accentuating his muscular legs. He looked hot and he knew it.

Turning he found the black stilletos and slipped into them, making sure to grab his Chuck Taylors for the later, “All right extras let’s fucking go.” Denki and Sero looked at Bakugo, one wearing a tight nun’s outfit and the other wearing a maid’s dress, they both whistled, cat calling him while he walked past, he rolled his eyes. Mina squealed in glee, she decided to be a steampunk Jim Hawkins, “Kats, you are so fucking hot babe!” She spanked his ass making him chuckle.

The band made their way to the stage with bustling stage hands showing them the way. He threw his robe at the roadie as he hit the side stage and looked out briefly. Katsuki never paid attention to the screaming crowd. He was the first one to walk out to take his place behind the drums and begin testing them, “These extra’s are more than-...” As he sat behind the drum set he looked from the back of the stage and saw the flash of a crimson red lion’s mane in the center of the roiling crowd, feeling his heart drop. He felt his palms become sweaty, his gut began to turn…”FUCK!”

Denki, Mina, and Sero took their places with Katsuki zoning out. It took Mina coming up to tap on his snare that he shook off the sight of the enormous mountain of a man in the center crowd. “HEY! Are you paying attention, hmmm?” Katsuki clicked his tongue and started screeching at Mina trying to center himself as the panic began to set in; he just needed to start the show and he could forget him. He reached down to grab his worn drum sticks, clearing his throat before he opened his mouth to scream to the crowd through the mic, “LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!”

******

Kirishima stood amid the chaotic crowd while his friends and coworkers next to him were chattering away, mixing in with the Halloween crowd. “Hey Kiri?” He felt Ochako pull on his sleeve making his gaze snap down to her. “Hmm, what’s up?” He watched the thick woman bounce up and down, making her space buns follow in tandem, “Tell me if you recognize the band, okay..” Kirishima smiled and looked back up to the stage; it wasn’t hard for him to see the stage as he towered over the entire crowd. The lights began to change and he watched the band walk out to their places when his heart dropped seeing a ghost from his past.

His jaw dropped as he noticed the stocky blonde bombshell walk out in black stilettos, fishnets held up by a shredded garterbelt, and rhinestone panties hugging his perfect ass that caught the stage light. His eyes devoured the tattoos that blazed paths of tinitalting sin from under Katsuki’s bottoms up to his pierced nipples and wrapped around his arms and neck. Kirishima felt the oxygen leave his body. The drummer seemed to notice him and he felt his face begin to turn that same shade of his hair.

Eijiro felt his heart hammer against his chest looking at the beautiful blonde drummer, “Is that...KATSUKI!?!?!?!” He heard Midoryia and Todoroki begin to snicker before Katsuki’s voice rang out from behind the drum set. He watched as he began the beat for the band to follow as “Sweet Transvestite” began to echo from the stage. Eijiro watched in awe as Katsuki began to sing while his band backed him up. Here on the stage the blonde locked eyes with his own vermillion gaze… “But-he’s-he’s supposed to be...DEAD!”

The crowd roiled outside of his shattering world, Eijiro’s pupils dilating, he began to be jostled by the starting mosh pit in front of him. It took Shoto squeezing his thick shoulder snapping him out of his panic, “Kiri? Are you okay?” He looked into Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes and felt fresh pain and tears begin to well up from the shock and anger. He squeezed his friend's hand, “I-I have to go...You guys have fun and enjoy the win, okay.” Shoto’s eyes flashed with concern before dropping his hand.

Kiri smiled trying to hide his crumbling facade of strength, “Tell them I wasn’t feeling good. Oh, tell Ochako that I’ll open the shop, you guys can come in late tomorrow.” Shoto nodded and Kiri reached into his pocket and handed him the business credit card, “Buy anything you guys need and give it back tomorrow.” Before he could be asked any more questions, giving the stage one last look. catching Katsuki’s eyes, he did a quick about face and began to storm out of the crowd, making people part like the red sea.

Shoto watched as Kiri’s back was ram-rod straight and how quickly he left, it was Izuku hooking his arm around his waist that made him look down into his emerald eyes, “Is Eijiro okay?” Shoto nodded, “Yeah, he wasn’t feeling well. He said to come in late tomorrow and he’ll open.” Before Izuku turned back to the crowd, Shoto gave Izuku the credit card, “You know I had problems with my father’s card; don't let me have this.” Izuku laughed before they continued watching the concert.

Joining the rest of the crowd while not realizing that Katsuki was playing and watching his past split the audience to leave. Katsuki felt his heart break all over as he watched the ever reliable leather jacket fade away, “FUCK!” Katsuki let the beat for a Ramones cover carry the band. Katsuki could feel the uneasiness and the deep feeling of longing begin to seep into his soul before Mina fell back slightly giving him a look.

Katsuki read her lips as they told him to let it go and he shook off the feeling to run out into the crowd. He was pulled back to his reality and played with a fervor that made Sero on bass look back at him and smile wide. He pushed his feelings aside and played his heart out the rest of the night ending with him a sweaty mess and more quiet than ever before.

*****

Later in the week the garage was busier than ever, with the win from the rat rod race and word of mouth, Ejirou’s books were full. Finally standing up from the desk in his office, he headed out to the garage to get his hands dirty and heard the phone ringing again. “FUCK! Ochako, you’ve got phones now! I can't do it anymore.” Ochako popped her head out from under one of the cars, “Sure thing Red!”

Stopping to check on Izuku and Shoto’s work on the ancient Cadillacs, a fleet brought from a high paying client, he headed over to the next bay. Pulling his hair out of his face he heard another vehicle pull into the empty fourth stall as the ding rang through the garage. Grabbing a shop rag and stuffing it into his back pocket he headed towards the cherry picker holding the V8 engine block to the Shelby Mustang in the third stall. Using his strength to move the block into place to be ready to drop it back into the car. He was so focused he didn’t hear the patron behind him asking him questions. Kiri never heard the ding of the fourth stall as another vehicle was pulled in and parked.

As he dropped the engine back in, with some cursing and strong arming, he was yanked out of his concentration when he heard him, “You always did force things into something that didn’t fit, shitty hair.” Kiri stood so quickly, hitting his head on the end of the heavy chain on the cherry picker, “Ow, fuck!” Rubbing the back of his skull he turned to see Katsuki standing behind him looking over his oversized rounded black sunglasses. Once again he felt the roiling of excitement, heartbreak, and anger well up looking at the man.

“Katsuki?” Shoto, Izuku, and Ochako looked at the third stall, stopping all their work. They wondered why Eijiro looked broken, almost, staring at the stocky blonde clad in black leather, v-neck and distressed jeans that hugged his perfect legs. Kiri brought his arm down and grabbed the shop rag that hung out of his coveralls pocket and wiped his hands off. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Ochako finally realized who had pulled into the fourth stall with their 1940’s Hudson Coup in the sleek burnt orange paint job with the green interior, “Ohhh…I fucked up.”

Katsuki flinched at the venomous deep voice, serrated with pain, “I’ve brought my car in for some work. I saw that you won the races and thought I’d come and check out how your business has taken off.” Kiri stopped wiping his hands and looked at his bruised nail from fighting with the block. He brought his vermillion eyes up to Karsuki’s and instantly regretted it. “You wanted to see…how I was doing?” He felt the tension in his large shoulders tighten and the desperate need to walk towards that man and grab him in his arms while also shaking him from exasperation.

His voice raised just a bit before he started chuckling, “Eijiro…” Katsuki‘s voice pleaded. Ochako noticed the pained look from far away and turned towards Shoto and Izuku, “Guys, we’re closing early get your shit and let’s give him some space.” They quietly moved around and left their tools where they needed them before grabbing jackets and heading out. Ochako put the office phone on auto answer and flipped the sign over in the front before walking out and yelling at Kiri before they left, “Hey! We closed early, family emergency! We’ll see ya tomorrow boss!”

Kirishima’s head snapped towards Ochako who was pushing the other men out of the back of the garage. “Hey!” Ochako yelled back, “Sorry boss Izuku’s mom is having a hard time, gotta go!” He heard Izuku ask Ochako if his mom really called the shop before he heard him yowl from the slap upside the back of his head from Ochako. Eijiro stood, hands still with the dirty shop rag, watching his way of getting Katsuki outta the shop walk away, “Shit.” He looked back at the blond, standing still and looking like a damned goth hunk; it made Eijiro angry and horny at the same time. He shook his head and put the rag back in his pocket, “Fine, let’s take a look. Still have that Hudson I see, is she still giving you problems with the tranny?”

Katsuki watched Eijiro turn, he saw the ripples of the muscles on his frame moving in tandem, the ink that splayed across his chest under his tank making his distressed black jeans tighter. The bombastic blonde saw the way his ears had acquired more piercings and gauges now, the safety pins sending shivers down his spine. Eijiro’s thick red mane was pulled up showing the ink midnight natural color of his undercut while strands of crimson fell in his eyes . He realized it had been years since the last time he had seen Eijiro and was blown away by how much he’d changed his appearance. It took Eijiro clearing his throat waiting for him to follow him to his car that he felt his Chuck Taylors move.

“Tch.” He made his usual sound and pushed his oversized sunglasses up his nose trying to cover up the anxiety about the conversation that was about to go down. Eijiro stopped in front of the grill of the coup’s hood, with expert finesse, his large fingers worked through to pop the hood. Katsuki almost moaned at how the muscles in Kiri’s thick forearms moved when he triggered the latch. He was so distracted by the older weathered man before him, “Damn…when did we grow up?” It took him a minute to realize he was staring harder than he wanted to at his spurned ex.

Katsuki cleared his throat and ran a rough hand through his blond locks walking towards the car to lean his trim hips against the car, “So, what do ya think?” He was trying to broach the big fucking pink elephant in the room, “Gee Kats, how about I fucked up Eijiro!!!... and I’m sorry I disappeared after you saved me from my OD!!!”, he wanted more than anything to get Eijiro to look at him like he used to. He watched shoulders tense and then ripple as Eijiro checked hoses, fluids, and what he could without a wrench. He always loved watching Eijiro work on cars, it was like he was playing his own version of a symphony.

Kats followed the lines of the mountain man, the ink enticing his hungry eyes to the way his grease stained tank top hugged the working back muscles as he bent over in the coveralls that hung off his waist. Katsuki’s dick ached with the memory of Eijiro and the way he could play him like a cadence for a song. Eijiro stood, placing a large arm to rest on the hood, “So, fuck it, where the fuck do you get off coming and seeing me?” Katsuki felt the chills of the anger laced in Eijrio’s honeyed voice. He placed his black manicured hand on the edge of the open hood gripping tight. “Well, I thought you’d want to see me after all this time.” He smiled at him and hoped he could see the pain hidden behind his glasses.

Eijiro took in the man leaning against his own car, picturing the body sleeve that Eijiro knew was underneath the clothes the blonde was currently wearing. He blinked while shaking his head slightly when the crashing scene of a foaming and pale Katsuki came into sharp focus forcing his stomach to flip all over again at the memory. He finally felt the anger, anguish, and the heartbreak bubble up exploding into his broken heart making his hands shake. Eijiro, trying to stay in control of his emotions, chuckled darkly under his breath making his way to his workstation and grabbing a socket wrench. The car's motor was fine and in excellent condition, Eijiro thought to himself; clearly Katsuki had taken excellent care of the coup from the last few years.

Eijiro felt the cool metal in his fist, squeezing the wrench trying to center himself, his other hand resting on the table top. “Where do you get off, huh?” Katsuki’s heart dropped, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy with Eijiro, “Huh?!” Katsuki couldn’t help the knee jerk reaction, “I…” Katsuki couldn't say he was sorry, leaving the towering man turning on his heel. The tabletop rang with metal meeting metal as Eijiro let go of the tool. Katsuki pulled the glasses off his face, strands of blonde framing his face, before he looked into the vermillion eyes so deep in pain he saw his own soul’s reflection staring back. “Ei, I never…I-” Before he could finish what he was going to say the behemoth of a man closed the distance and grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket and lifted him off his feet holding him up in the air. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH?...DO YOU KNOW THAT I MOURNED YOU LIKE YOU HAD FUCKIN’ DIED!?”

Katsuki, taken by surprise, grabbed ahold of Eijiro’s wrists and held on looking up into his contorted face that now had brimming tears. “Eijiro! Please, Let me-” Eijiro lowered Katsuki down, the soles of his shoes touching earth once more, still holding onto his shirt and jacket he could feel Eijiro shaking with emotions. “Katsuki…I loved you with my whole being, my whole entire soul, and I thought you had died after I rolled you into that God damned ER…When I heard from your dealer where you were…hiccup…you still had the belt around your arm…” Katsuki was silent, his body becoming deflated, with his smallest voice full of regret, “I still love you Ei…I’m so-...” Just then he felt thick lips with the bite of surgical steel crash into his own lips where teeth and tongues danced melding together like colliding atoms. Katsuki felt the oxygen leave his lungs, taken from the force of being pulled into the giant man holding onto him like it was his last day on earth; his palms gripped tighter onto the man before him and savored the taste of his tears that he cried for them both.

Eijiro had pulled Kats into himself and poured every angry thought, every heartbroken memory, every seering passionate experience they had into that kiss. He still didn’t believe Katsuki was real and thought that if this was his last day with him he was going to memorize every minute detail about him. Katsuki let go of Eijiro’s wrists and reached to pull on his tank, frantically seeking the purchase of his flesh. He moaned breaking the kiss pulling Eijiro towards the hood of his car, Eijiro crashed into him, hips grinding against Kat’s own, “Fuck, Ei…” Eijiro pulled the hood down while Katsuki raked his fingers down his sides and slid them beneath the fabric of his tank making Kiri’s eye’s roll into the back of his skull.

Eijiro’s nerves were already alite with the octane desire only Katsuki was ever able to pull from him. He simply wanted Kats to touch him and burn him up like the nitros he put in his racers, searing his veins with him along the way. His heavy cock, he was usually very self conscious of, hardened inside his coveralls while his heavy balls ached as they filled with the built up need for release. “Kats, hnnggg, fuck.” Katsuki could feel the monstrous dick print inside the oil stained coveralls, his hole clenched with the need to be filled once more, he pulled Eijiro by the tied fabric around his hips harder into his own aching core so his erection could gain some friction and relief from rutting against Kiri.

Katsuki’s nipples were hard beneath the black shirt being stimulated by the while his own flesh felt like it was on fire only Eijiro seemed to be feeding into. Fingers still under the tank top on Eijiro he felt the adonis belt, heavily veined, flex whenever Katsuki felt the throbbing twitch from the coveralls against him, he looked at the man long enough before his eyes glazed over he was able to take a small amount of control. “Take this off, I want to see you.” He hungrily watched as Eijiro reached down and lifted the tank off his torso revealing the chest and sleeves of traditional Japanese ink swirling with bright crimson and white that wrapped around his rippling arms. Katsuki’s mouth watered; he hadn't ever found anyone else like his mountain man. Katsuki’s eyes followed the tributaries of cut muscle down to the delicious raven happy trail that led to paradise beneath Kiri’s coveralls.

As soon as the piece of constricting clothing was removed from Eijiro he bent down and took the blonde’s lips and tasted him once again; Katsuki was his drug of choice always. Their muscles sliding over one another filling the shop with sounds of sloppy kisses, he grabbed Kats by his jacket and hurriedly pushed it off his thick shoulders. Hearing the clang from the rivets as it fell to the floor below them made Kats frantic, “Fuck, Ei, I want you…I miss you so fucking much.” Eijiro rut his hips against Kats’ dick harder making him whimper into his kiss, he could feel his tip begin to leak twitching with the need for release, groaning when Kats grabbed his chin to bite his bottom lip to break the kiss. “I have wanted this…oh, f-fuuck!” He felt Eijiro’s large palms slide under his shirt and for a moment forgot how big Kirishima really was, clumsily pulling the fabric up to slide off his own torso, Kiri ended up tearing the shirt. “Hey, shitty hair you’re gonna pay for tha-...”

Katsuki moaned as he felt the hot trail of spit from Kiri tracing his tongue along the lines of his body and muscles beneath the Japanese ink of his body sleeve. He felt the excited kisses followed by harsh teeth biting and marking his skin. Kirishima loved how fat katsuki’s tits had become and took his time in teasing; his tongue found the pierced nipples and circled around each one of his nipples before he latched on and sucked on his tits. One large palm massaging the other while dry humping Katsuki. It made Kat's legs begin to shake and thanked whoever was above that they were against the car holding him up. “Ei…fuck, fuck…” Katsuki was beginning to lose control and wanted to savor this before he reached down and grabbed Kiri’s face again, shoving his manicured fingers into his mouth, “I am going to fill you up like I used to and make you scream my name Eijiro.”

Eijiro moaned as the domineering voice from Katsuki began to wash over his senses triggering a large switch in his head; one that had been dormant for too long. Ruby eyes looked gazed up into the cocky man’s own explosive red eyes and felt his warm drool spill over his lips and down his chin as his tongue was pinned beneath Katsuki’s steady thumb. “I want you to be my good boy and suck…this…cock.” Katsuki's wicked smirk spreads across his face darkening with his predatory energy, laughing as he is falling back into the ways of making Eijiro completely his once more. Worn, large, fingertips followed the curve of muscled thighs to hook into the band of boxers and jeans pulling them down in one swift motion freeing Katsuki’s strained erection. He could feel Eijiro panting against his hand that held him in position, Eijiro watched his flushed, angry, girthy tip spring and bounce off his navel slick with precum that coated the soft velvet of his shaft. Eijiro gagged against Katsuki’s fingers as he moved his tongue wanting to taste and worship Kats.

Strong, calloused, hands caressed up Kats’ thick thighs almost encompassed by one hand each. His legs were filled with black ink, bright oranges, and vivid greens splayed across his supple skin hiding the scars from his jaded past. Katsuki, shuddering against Eijiro’s touch, let his head fall back as he released Eijiro to let the man take him with his mouth. Eijiro wasted no time in kneeling, sitting back upon his sprawled legs, guiding the feral man’s tip to his swollen-bruised lips. Katsuki jolted forward, grabbing the back of Eijiro’s crimson mane, when his tongue swirled around his pulsing frenulum, “Oh f-fuuuckkk, haaa ahaaa, Ei you’re so fucking good…just like that.” Katsuki gasped as the moist nirvana of Eijiro’s mouth swallowed him all the way to the back of his tight throat encompassing him whole. Eijiro’s nose brushed the trimmed blond hairs of his pubic bone, taking in his scent of caramel and musk, the scent he had come to miss for so long; he sighed in contentment. He reached up and cupped Katsuki’s heavy sack, rolling each orb in his giant palm, pulling the sensitive skin as he began to set the pace for Katsuki. Bobbing his head he took him down, gagging each time, forcing expletives out of Katsuki's mouth. The hedonistic cries coming from his dominant partner drove Eijiro quickly to the edge. Eijiro was close to spilling his own seed inside of his coveralls still containing his raging hard on. He began to feel more tears well up in his eyes the longer he took Katsuki’s fat girth to his jaw’s limit.

Katsuki felt every swallow, every roll and careful skin pull of his heavy sack, his fingers entwined in a sea of red before he fisted from the toe curling oblivion that was fast approaching. Looking down he saw new fat tears roll down the cheeks of the large man between his thighs. With his thumbs he wiped them away and growled out an order, “Enough, stand up and take those off.” Eijiro whimpered but let him go with an audible pop, the loss of Eijiro’s hot mouth forced him to grip the head of his dick forcing him to stave off cumming too soon, “F-fuck.” Eijiro stood and backed up to slide out of his coveralls, a deep blush spread across his face, feeling his monstrous dick bob up and down with how heavy his girth and length were. He reached to carefully fist languidly from base to tip catching the copious amount of pre that coated his hand. Katsuki had forgotten just for a moment how big Eijiro was making his hole clench with the need to be filled, but first he wanted to fuck all the bad memories out of Eijiro so they can start again; maybe.

“Come here.” Katsuki called to him Eijiro closed the distance, feeling the shorter man reach up and bring his lips down to his, tasting the mixture of saliva and pre upon his tongue. Eijiro broke the kiss when he felt Katsuki grasp both of their dicks thrusting up into the blonde’s hand. The feeling of the prominent veins from Kats against his own made his knees buckle for just a moment when Kats quickly turned his body to be pressed up against the hood of his car. “Kats…P-please…Oh G-GOD!” The sensation of cool metal against his ass and the warmth and slight squishiness from Katsuki’s body made his sack begin to tighten too quickly. He couldn’t help the movement of his hips meeting Katsuki’s own thrust, their cocks sliding against one another from their mixing precum, it was becoming too much too quick he braced himself against the car trying to stave off his orgasm. “Fucking come for me baby, cum and make a mess for me…I wanna fuck your tight ass…Oh-fuck, come with me Ei!” Eijiro started crying out as he felt Kats hips stutter against his own with a tighter grip Katsuki felt his heavy cock pulse first signaling his own release. Both crying out, they let their come spill over Kats’s hand, dripping down to the cool floor below, Eijiro still catching his breath leaned back against the car before Kats had taken his lips.

Katsuki saw stars behind his eyes from cumming with Eijiro and snapped quickly back to reality watching the monstrous man lean back upon the hood of his car roused his hunger even more. He reached for his forearm and spun him around pushing the taller man down so his cheek met the paint job of the coup. “I’m not done with you yet baby.” Eijiro looked back over his shoulder and felt Katsuki spread his legs open before taking his filthy fingers and tracing the base of his spine down to the twitching opening of his ass. He was gonna stand when Kats’s free hand fisted his hair and pushed him down, keeping him flushed against the car. “Fuck, Kats, P-Please…fuck me.” That’s when he felt the blonde’s first thick digit slide into his opening curling against him to work him open. Eijiro cried out and moaned, pushing his hips back like a greedy bitch, feeling Katsuki pump in and out of him before a second digit joined the first to work him open even more. “Oh Ei, you look so fucking beautiful like that, I’ve missed you so god damned much.” The feeling of Katsuki scissoring and relaxing his tight muscle made another burst of nitrous desire burst through Eijiro’s system.

Katsuki watched and moaned in the way Eijiro’s olive muscled back flexed and relaxed, the way his dimples on the lower back become more pronounced as Eijiro’s fat ass bounced back trying to be fucked by his fingers. “Kats P-Please! P-please…n-need you.” Katsuki’s dick ached again; he couldn't hold out much longer and felt like Eijiro was prepped enough to take him. Pulling his fingers out he reached down and fisted himself just a couple times before guiding his head to the opening of Eijiro. Slowly he felt his tip become sucked in, he had to stop once he was in, “S-So tight…” Slowly he inched in until finally he bottomed out and watched the jiggle of Eijiro’s ass, he wound up his hand bringing it down upon his flesh hearing him scream his name. “Fuck, baby, are you ready for all of this?” Eijiro surprised him and pushed back, “Y-YES FUCK ME P-PLEASE!” Katsuki lost all sanity and grabbed his ass to pull his cheeks apart as he pulled his dick out, he watched his hole gap clenching around nothing before he bent down and spit into his ass, with all the power of his hips thrust back inside causing Eijiro to scream for more. Faster and faster he thrust into the greedy walls of Eijiro, he could feel his own drool begin to escape his lips, his tip was so sensitive and the building up of his orgasm was making him twitch with each slap of his balls against the fat sack of his lover. He brought his hand down across Eijiro’s thick ass watching it become red with every spanking when finally he could feel the grip on his dick become tighter.

Heavily breathing, thighs bruising the back of Eijiro’s, he took out all his frustration and all his regrets on his lover. He wanted Eijiro to never second guess him, he wanted to be given another chance, he wanted more than anything to be loved again. “Kats…G-GONNA C-CUM!” He felt the walls squeeze down on him, the thick head of his dick abusing Eijiro’s prostate, picking up the pace he began to reach his own release. “Are you ready, fuck, please Eijiro…Come with me!” Reaching around and taking Ejiro’s leaking red dick in his fist he began to stroke Eijiro to the pace of his hips forcing him to stand and reach around to hold onto Kats. Katsuki felt him clench down and hold him causing both men to stutter once again spilling their oozing releases with and in one or the other. Kats screamed Eijiro’s name and felt every thick rope paint his insides white, leaving nothing behind. Both falling forward, Katsuki slowly pulled out watching the biggest load he’d had in years flow out from Eijiro’s gaping hole. “F-fuck…Ei.” Both men slowly came down to earth, Katsuki found his torn shirt and picked it up to clean up Eijiro still bent over the front of his car. “You know that was always a favorite look for you.”

Eijiro stayed silent, he watched from the corner of his eye as Katsuki turned to grab his jeans, his heart constricted and he stood to reach and grab his wrist, fingers encircling the entirety. “Don’t you ever do that again, you hear me?” Katsuki felt his wrist get tighter and heard the pain in the beautiful boy’s honeyed voice, “Eijiro I wasn’t a good person back then. I never meant to do what I did.” He was taken by surprise when Eijiro came up behind him and hugged him. “I forgave you a long time ago. Please come home, we can be sober together.” With those words Katsuki’s heart felt squeezed in the best way, silent tears fell down his cheeks, “Promise?” Eijiro turned his head towards him and he rested his forehead against the blondes, “I will always have a place for you.” Katsuki felt a quiet sob rack his chest when he turned and wrapped his arms around his boulder man, “You dumb, shitty hair, like pistons & glycerine we go together.”

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a-monsters-love · 4 years ago

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Hi! I’ve read some of your work and I really like it! I was wondering if I could request some fluff with todoroki? Maybe the reader dragging him to some scary haunted house to show him how to be a normal teenage boy. I love dense shoto. Lol. Maybe he or the reader get scared and at some point someone confesses feelings? Idk up to you 🥰 I just love fall stories

IT’S SPOOPY SEASON YALL. THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA, OH MAN SPOOKED SHOTO. I’LL DO MY BEST, I’ve honestly punched a haunted house actor before so I vibe with this. I also remember the message you sent me regarding this request and I GOTCHU. I did settle on a water quirk for y/n because oh man did I have a brilliant idea.

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Ahh, autumn. Trees turn red, leaves fall, cuddle season and best of all, spooky everything. You were delighted when summer ended, everyone seemed in good spirits as well. With the school festival starting its a rush to make plans and finish all the work that went into the event.

You hummed in the kitchen of the dorms as you made tea when you hear one of the girls gasp. “THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN.” You turn and see Ochaco red and sweating but standing excitedly.

“Why so.. sweaty?” You query.

Mina laughs harder than she should have, “There’s a haunted house in the festival directory, scaredy cat over here wants to go with you-know-who.” Your pink friend winks and you chuckle know who she’s referring to.

“Why don’t you double?” Jiro suggest, “You could convince Shoto to go, maybe that’ll make things less awkward.” She shrugged and you sipped your drink. A sigh of relief came from Ochaco as your face blushed, it was a good opportunity to spend time with him.

Later on you found Shoto reading in his dorm with the door open, “Hey, Todoroki.” You said as you leaned on his door frame.

He looked up and smiled softly seeing you, he closed his book and waved you over. “(Y/N).” He says simply, waving you in.

He seems used to you appearing before him. “I have a question.” You smile awkwardly at him, he raises and eyebrow as if to ask what. “Would you like to go with me, Ochaco and Izuku to a haunted house at the festival? It sounded like fun and thought you’d like to have something to do.”

“Haunted house? Like with ghosts?” He asked, you nodded as he thought about it. “Well that’s ridiculous ghosts aren’t real.”

You stopped yourself from gaping at him, wait wait, you thought. Does he think people really believe it’s haunted? You took a deep breath to stop yourself from laughing. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I figured you could go for some normal teenage stuff.” He agreed to go after some consideration and you made no comment in regards to his belief or disbelief in ghosts.

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After the concert the morning of the festival everyone split ways, you, Ochaco and Izuku were still in your dance outfits and Shoto in his back stage outfit. The three of you nearly dragged Shoto around as you went from stall to stall before getting to the Haunted House class 1-C had put together. Izuku and Ochaco laughed awkwardly as you decidedly shoved them together into the entrance. “I thought we were going with them?” Shoto asks.

You chuckle, “We are but I think Ochaco wanted to be alone with Izuku.” You rubbed the back of your neck as a confused expression makes it’s way to his face. He sighs and lets it go when the two of you are ushered in as the next group.

At first everything is going as expected, until you hear heavy breathing behind you. You snap to look back and don’t see anything, you glance at Shoto who’s placid expression hasn’t changed but you can feel his temperature control fluctuate as you stood next to him. Your hand reaches for his arm as you let out a nervous laugh. There’s a rotten smell in the air, heavy mangled sounding footsteps echo around the two of you. You hear screaming in the distance which you can only assume is Ochaco (or Izuku, really who could tell) and the noise made you jump slightly.

Your skin starts to dampen from your quirk, when the noises around you get louder and closer. At this point the two of you are speed walking through the maze when you hear the sound of wood creaking, slowly breaking. You both stop in your tracks and look around for the source of the damaged sound when you turn back to keep moving forward suddenly a body drops out of the ceiling. You screech and flood the floor around you, “..H-heLp mE..” The mangled voice of the body moans causing Shoto to scream along with you, his ice froze your hand to him and sharply spiked in the water that’s on the floor around you from your quirk.

You both made a mad dash for the exit when something jumped out to grab you. The hero training in you caused you to jump out of the way, Shoto grabbed you and prevent you from punching the poor General Ed student. He screamed as he felt something touch his back and nearly lit it on fire when you splashed him with a small amount of water.

You hand started to ache in pain from it being frozen to Shoto, the two of you nearly slipped on the water you soaked the floor with. The water only made the smell of rotten wood stronger as you dashed to the end of the maze. When you finally got out you groaned with pain but started to laugh when you saw Shoto’s face. He looked so drained and defeated, you could almost see his soul leaving him. “That’s 8 from class 1-A!” Someone laughed out.

“Shoto,” You whined, consumed by too much pain to realize you called him by his first name. “Can you thaw me out..” He glances at your frozen hand and panicked to quickly unthaw it. Your hand was bright red from being frozen as you huffed in pain, worry overcame his face as he apologized. “So.. ghost aren’t real, huh?” You winced out with a laugh.

He froze up and chuckled after a moment, a soft blush dusted his face. “No, they are not.” You both chuckled when you noticed someone coming over, they hand you a picture that shows you two screaming. Laughter ensued over the photo when Izuku and Ochaco showed up looking 10 times more drained than the two of you.

Shoto brought you to Recovery Girl who only agreed to heal you if you showed her the photo. “You’re so lucky I like you.” You groaned to Shoto as the old woman healed you.

The woman laughed and handed the bandages to him, you blushed deeply as you realized what you just said. You didn’t dare glance at him and just stared at your lap. He delicately took your hand and bandages it up, you missed the confused expression on his face. “I mean we’re friends right?” He finally said, not fully processing what you meant.

You looked up at him finally, still blushing, and the awkward expression he bore made you feel silly. You finally chuckle a bit, “Well yeah, that’s not what-“ You sigh and smile softly at him, a blush dusts his face seeing it. He kept your hand in his after he finished wrapping it, you didn’t notice until his temperature rose. “I-I meant I have a crush on you.” You finally stammer out.

You rub the back of your neck and Shoto glances at your hand, “I really am the hand crusher.” He quietly groaned.

You snorted as laughter finally escaped you. “No, you goof. It means I like you m-more than a friend.” Your blush deepens as you explain further, finally confessing. His face burns brightly in understanding, you assume he’s embarrassed and start to pull your hand from him. “You don’t have to like me ba-“ He cuts you off by pulling your hand back.

“I didn’t know that’s what a crush was.” His voice was soft, his fingers ran over your still slightly red ones. “I have a crush on you too, (Y/N). For awhile now actually.”

His admission makes you a bit light headed as you had no idea, you both chuckle awkwardly. The two of you walk out of Recovery Girls office holding hands, you never expected the haunted house trope to work.

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lovespelt · 4 years ago

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So curious on Poltergeist Deku, does he see things normally people can't? Since he is seme-dead, also I wanna ask if he wears like warm clothes, I can imagine him in a big pink sweater that says "I want Huggies" (Also HI!!!! Been awhile, sorry for that man, life is sort of stressful)

ooh good questions (and pls do not apologize, no need! but i hope you are hanging in there 👍!)

i had not though about izuku being able to see ghosts bc of his death, but that is a rly cool concept! i feel like poltergeist!izuku would b at least a little more ~psychically sensitive~

and also yesss izuku in this au loves the cozy clothes

your sweater idea makes me smile also - i feel like that would b a gift from uraraka (izuku would b a lil embarrassed but would wear it! bc his friend gave it to him and it’s cozy and also not inaccurate. he does want hugs hdfdf)

#poltergeist au #lovespelt.asks #i need to draw more poltergeist izuku in sweaters #delightfulcupquakequeen

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the-final-sif · 5 years ago

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Per the anons in my inbox’s requests, I give you my sad ‘Katsuki is a dog person headcanon. Fair warning, this is a sad headcanon about Katsuki having a childhood dog. You know where this is going.

Now if you’ve been following me for any length of time, you probably know about my Katsuki getting kidnapped headcanon. Basically, the story goes that Katsuki was kidnapped and/or had multiple groups try to kidnap him for his quirk throughout his childhood, he just managed to escape and then never told anyone, because he's Katsuki and the day he willingly volunteers information about himself and/or the problems he’s struggling with is never.

At some point, someone in class 1-A asks Izuku whether Katsuki is a cat person or a dog person, because a group of them had been arguing about it. By this point most people have learned that it's much easier to ask Izuku for information about Katsuki than it is to ask Katsuki for information about Katsuki.

Lucky them, Izuku knows the answer! Kacchan's a dog person. Or at least, he was when they were growing up. He's not so sure that Kacchan's still a dog person. Kacchan doesn't like to talk about his dog or any dogs these days. Everyone is intrigued by that and asks for details, but turns out that surprisingly, Izuku doesn't know what happened. Not the whole story anyways. He does remember some stuff though.

Kacchan's dog was a big Tibetan Mastiff named Mamoru. Izuku can only remember three things about him.

First and foremost, Mamoru was mean as hell to almost everyone. He barely put up with Izuku, he didn't like either of Kacchan's parents, he hated strangers. If they were alive odds are this dog hated them. Mamoru wasn't afraid to show that he hated someone either. He would get bitey/growly the moment someone got in his space and given his size and appearance, most people would back off quick.

Second, Mamoru loved Kacchan with all his heart. Even if he was a jerk to almost everyone else, this dog adored Kacchan. Every time he was around Kacchan's his tail was wagging like he was a puppy. While he basically never listened to anyone else's commands, he'd follow Kacchan's in an instant and picked up new tricks like it was nothing. When they were little he would even let Kacchan ride on his back. Kacchan was why that Mamoru put up with Izuku (or anyone for that matter), and also probably the only reason Mamoru wasn't put down.

The last thing Izuku knew about Mamoru was that passed away very suddenly when Izuku was 10 years old. He never found out how the dog died. Kacchan didn't want to talk about it at all, and his parents dodged the subject when it was brought up. Not even Izuku’s mom could get the story out of them. Mamoru was an older dog when he passed away, but he'd been fairly healthy, so it must’ve been something bad.

After telling them this, Izuku warns his classmates not to bring it up. Whatever happened is a sore subject for Katsuki. All of them can understand pet's death being hard, particularly such a sudden one, so they leave it alone.

They think that's that... only at some point, there's someone with a weird quirk that the class meets while out on a field trip. The person can let you speak to a loved one that passed away for a short period, although it only works once for each person. You can't pick who you speak to/see, it's whoever you miss most.

Most of the class is excited and gets some heartfelt words from their dead relatives, but Katsuki wants nothing to do with it. The person accidentally activates their quirk on him anyways, and everyone is expecting a relative or someone similar to show up.

Instead, in bounds in a giant, overjoyed dog; tail wagging, eyes shining and tongue out. Katsuki is totally frozen up. Everyone expects him to be happy, but he's not. He stares at the dog for a solid 4-5 seconds as the dog wanders over to him, whining for attention and trying to play. Then Katsuki turns on his heel and runs.

None of them are supposed to be out on their own, so his classmates try to follow him only to lose Katsuki, who doesn't seem to be able to hear them in his upset state.The whole class is super freaked out, and the ghost dog is getting really aggressive and upset at the class as they search.

Aizawa is called over, and now he's panicking because his kid whose been kidnapped before is off on his own and not answering his cell phone. Lucky him, when he starts trying to figure out how to find Katsuki, Ghost Mamoru barks at him, runs off a little ways, then runs back. He's been hostile towards everyone else, but he seems okay with Aizawa. He also seems increasingly agitated about something.

Taking the hint, Aizawa tells the rest of the class to head back to their meeting point and follows Mamoru, who leads him to Katsuki. Katsuki's curled himself into a small hiding spot, which was why he was so hard to find. Mamoru obviously wants to go comfort his kid, everything about him is drooping and he lets out a whine, but seems to think better of it. Instead, he takes a long look at Katsuki, and then shoots a pleading look towards Aizawa before he lets out a quiet huff and fades away.

That leaves Aizawa alone with Katsuki, a kid whose hard to understand on the best of days, and who is currently having a panic attack.

There's not much else he can do, so Aizawa waits it out. He sits beside Katsuki's hiding place and keeps things calm and quiet, waving off the rest of the class, and letting the other teachers know Katsuki's been found.

It takes quite awhile, but finally Katsuki recovers enough to speak. He still doesn't want to come out of his hiding spot though, and Aizawa doesn't ask him to. At this point it's obvious something serious happened, he just wants to know what.

Katsuki takes several tries to start, this story is hard for him to tell, but eventually he manages to force out a "It was my fault." and after that, everything comes tumbling out.

He'd been heading back to his house all alone in the early evening one day. He was 10 years old, and he hadn't been paying attention to the people around him. He should've been paying more attention. He should've known better. But he didn't, and some goons got the jump on him. There hadn't been time for him to do anything. The men had been on him too quickly and gotten his hands locked behind him. Katsuki had tried to fight, but he hadn't been strong enough.

It was only a block or two from his house and if he'd just walked faster or not stopped to look at things, everything would've been fine. But he hadn't, so the men caught him. He was pretty sure he'd been attacked by those guys before too, so he should've recognized them. They'd already gotten his hands restrained, and they'd stuck him with a needle.

There was nobody else around, and Katsuki thought that was it. This was the time that they got him.

The men thought so too, he couldn't remember their exact words, but they were gloating. Going slower than they probably should've. They hadn't been expecting anyone to come help Katsuki. They hadn't expected anyone to care enough to help him. And they were sort of right, there weren't any people coming to help Katsuki, but there was a very loyal dog who heard Katsuki's muffled cries.

Mamoru didn't hesitate for even one goddamn second; he was on the man holding Katsuki like in flash, dagger like teeth digging deep into the man's shoulder. He went for the goddamn throat of the other one, the one who had some of Katsuki's blood on him.

Despite his best efforts, the dog didn't manage to kill either man, but he drove both of them off. He fought like a goddamn hell hound, as if he was made of nothing but of fury and muscle. Maybe in that moment he was.

Mamoru was so vicious and strong, that Katsuki didn't even realize the dog was hurt in the fight. Not until he'd managed to wiggle his way out of the cuffs and thrown his arms around his dog, only to jerk back at the wet feeling of blood soaking through his shirt.

The injury was bad. One of the men had had a knife and must've caught the edge of it on Mamoru's throat. Katsuki was drugged out, but he knew he needed to do something. Mamoru was somehow still on his feet, so he helped Katsuki get home, his condition getting worse and worse as they pressed on.

When Katsuki got home, there was nobody there, but he was able to call his father and through his sobs communicate the important parts of what happened. That some guys had bothered him and they'd hurt Mamoru. His dad said he'd be home as soon as he could, and to put pressure on the wound until then.

And here's the thing. That's good advice. Stopping the blood loss is really important when you have an injured animal.

But Katsuki was a 10 year old, he was on drugs, he was completely panicked and distraught.

And he forgot what was always coming out of his hands.

Nitroglycerin is toxic under the best of circumstances, but when an animal is already bleeding out, it's a death sentence.

The veterinarian tried to tell him afterwards that it probably wouldn't have changed anything. Mamoru was heavily injured and he would've bled out no matter what. He hadn't known, he'd been trying his best to help. It wasn't his fault. But Katsuki knew better, and his mother reminded him of that much.

On the drive back from the vet's office, his mother told him they weren't getting another goddamn dog to replace Mamoru because he'd probably kill that one too.

Katsuki didn't want another dog. He was too scared that someone would try to kidnap him again, and the dog would die again. Or he'd forget himself and end up killing the dog more directly. After that, he didn't even let himself go near animals. He wouldn't be near them, and he wouldn't touch them at all. Hell, he hardly even let himself touch other people after that.

When Katsuki finishes up his story, he looks ashamed and Aizawa is silent out of pure shock for several long seconds. First and foremost, he cannot believe that this was just something that happened that he had no idea about. Katsuki mentioned getting attacked by strangers at least once before he was 10 years old?? What the hell had happened in his student's childhood??? All of the implications of all of this are concerning him.

But in that same moment, he's suddenly rethinking Katsuki with this new information. Awhile ago Mic had made a joke about how Izuku follows Katsuki around like a puppy and all the teachers had laughed about it. Katsuki had gotten strangely angry about it, and suddenly it seems a whole lot less funny. Not only that, but how Katsuki reacted to All-Might's downfall after his kidnapping has a whole new light to it now. As do so many other little things.

It's hard for him to get any words out, but he manages a strangled "Kid..." and gently coaxes Katsuki out of his hiding place so Aizawa can just give him a goddamn hug for once in his life. And Katsuki is confused by this because he was expecting Aizawa to agree that he fucked up, but instead he's getting hugged and he really doesn't want to cry again but he's not sure he has a choice.

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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Love and War

Kinktober Day One ~ kink: hate/bitter sex

pairing: villain dom!midoriya izuku x hero fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, angst

word count: 6,788

a/n: so... lets get this started, never have I ever thought I would actually take part in this event... I like this piece a lot :D I hope you guys enjoy it as well :D ENJOY LIKE REBLOG COMMENT IM SO EXCITED AHHHHHH edit: showing what it is now that its been up for awhile

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Your eyes locked on green eyes from across the room. The drink in your hand seemed to slip from your fingers as he turned towards you.

He was handsome. Curly green hair, freckles scattering on his cheekbones, large eyes that drew you in. He was taller than you, broad shoulders, strong and lean. He was walking towards you, and you placed your drink on the table. The chatters of your friends falling deaf on your ears as he approached you.

Black slacks sat tight on his waist, your lip in your mouth as your eyes trailed up. He also wore a tight white t-shirt. He was gratifying…

Your hands moved to run through your hair as he smiled at you, his hand extended to you, and you smiled. His hand was large, tanned, calloused, yet scarred. You didn’t mind, your eyes trailing back up to his face, and you smile, taking his hand.

“I’m Midoriya.” He tells you and charming smile on his face. His voice is low, and it’s smooth. You pout your lips, leaning in close as you take in his warm hand. “Midoriya Izuku.”

“Pretty name for a handsome man.” You flirt as you take your hand back from him, you glance at him from under your eyelashes.

He chuckles, and the sound alone almost sets you off. He runs a hand through his hair, flexing for you. You have to keep yourself from drooling as he shoves his hands into his pockets, “Do I get your name?” He asks you, his eyes twinkling as he comes to stand even closer to you.

You click your tongue, looking apologetic as you shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t give my name to strangers…” You admit, a smirk on your face as you take your drink back into your hand. Your back now turned to him.

Your smirk only grows as his chest is sinfully pressed to your back. You can feel the outline of his muscles rubbing against you as his warm breath hit your neck. Taking the straw of your drink to your lips, you giggle as he speaks.

“I’m sorry, do I need to buy you a drink, love?” He asks, his lips ghosting over the exposed skin on your neck. “I did already introduce myself after all.”

You shift to look at him, your face teasingly close to his. “Oh sweetie, if you don’t know what I mean by that, I don’t think we’re meant to be.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his.

His green eyes seemed to turn black as his lips were suddenly on yours. The hollering of your friends reminding you where you were, but you didn’t care. His lips are intoxicating, and everything seems to fall into place as his hands grip your waist. He’s trying to dominate you, you can tell that through his forceful kiss, and you’re ready to give him a run for his money.

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You wake up with a groan in his bed, the bright lights of the morning sun beating down on your face. You push off the bed, your arms wobbling, and you moan in pain. Your hands running down your throbbing neck. You could feel the hickies that had formed from the night before.

“Good morning, beautiful.” A husky voice interrupts your search for bruises as you lock eyes with the handsome man.

“Mm, I told you my name, please use it…” You groan as he walks over, a cup of tea in his hands.

“I thought a girl like you would appreciate getting called beautiful.” Midoriya laughs as he sinks into the mattress next to you. The sheets fall exposing your bruised breasts. “Nah, you’re definitely the kind that enjoys getting called a hoe in the morning.”

Your eyes widen, and you smack his arm as he laughs. Your cheeks burn as you cover your face, “You’re annoying, but I have to go! Duty calls!”

You chug the quite warm liquid and hand the empty cup to Midoriya. You slip off the bed and walk towards your pile of clothes. You, unashamed, pull them all as you show off your naked body. You weren’t that drunk last night, and so you could care less that his eyes are very glued to your naked form. “Thank you for showing me a great night…” You admit as he follows you out of his front door. Your eyes linger down his abs and you suck in air as you brush your messy hair out of your face.

“I know one night stands are a thing people take seriously and all... but if you’d want to…” He looks away, his cheeks blushing, and a smile fills your face. “Could I take you out on a date?”

You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss onto his lips, “If you find where I put my number, then yes.” You whisper against his mouth as he chuckles.

“How can I trust you?” He asks keeping you close.

“You’ll have to,” You say stroking his cheek with your thumb as you press a kiss to his neck and walk away. A giggle on your tongue as you disappear.

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One Year Later

You giggled as Izuku held you over his shoulder. Your legs kicking as he threw you onto the mattress. His grinning face blowing raspberries into your exposed stomach. You howl in laughter trying to get him to stop. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” You shriek as you try to detach his lips from your belly. You’re laughing so hard that it begins to hurt you to laugh. “I'm--‘ZUKU--GOING TO PEE!”

Izuku pulls away, peppering kisses up your chest until he’s kissing you over and over on your mouth. You’re grinning too wide for his lips to even touch yours. His kisses pressing much more over your teeth as you’re gasping for breath. “I do not clean up your piss, sweetheart.” Izuku laughs as you tilt your head up towards his. “Your laugh is so ugly!”

“Your face is ugly, ohhhhh!!!” You shout back as Izuku nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

“You’re a child, you know that?” Izuku grins against your skin, and your fingers tug at his curls pulling his face back up to yours.

“Mm, so you’re into children? I may have to call Zeal on you!!!!” You tease, your face dropping to seriousness as you stare into his emerald green eyes.

“I could take her on any day for you.” Izuku brushes your hair out of your eyes, and your eyes flutter. God, there was so much you would do for this man. You loved him so much it hurt you.

“Even Sunday nights when you have an early Monday morning meeting?” You ask almost breathless. He leans back, his hands moving down your torso, and stopping below your ass. His fingers pressing into your skin gently.

It takes everything within you not to flinch as he presses into a bruise. A well-hidden bruise that he was not meant to see. “I would do it three minutes before the meeting... “ He presses a gentle kiss to your fingers, and you sit up. “I love you so much, y/n. I do.”

“Tell me again how fucking hot I was that first night,” You say shifting closer to Izuku’s warm body. Your breasts pressing against his chest. Despite being months of being together, you grin at the blush that overwhelms his face. He was such a fucking boobs man.

“You were the easiest one at the bar, I had to go after you. No one was going to sleep with me except for you!”

“SHUT UP!” You shriek as Izuku’s laughter fills the room as he grabs your waist, and he tumbles onto the bed. You giggle as you land on top of his strong chest, and you grin as you press a kiss against his freckled jaw. You shift in his arms and get your lips to press to his gently, softly, longingly.

“Alright, baby, I have to go! It’s ladies' night!” You sigh into his mouth, his hands keeping you close to him as his tongue slips into your mouth. You moan languidly at the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours. You slowly shift your hips up against his own.

“You can tell Ashido-san she can rip you out of my fucking hands,” Izuku growls as he sucks softly against your neck. You arch into him as you shake your head.

“Stupid, she could totally beat your ass, and you have that--fuck, you have that meeting of yoURS!” Your breath hitches as his fingers slip into the waistband of your sweats. “Midoriya Izuku!”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Izuku chuckles pulling away, love lacing his eyes. “I love you, stay safe tonight? You girls can’t handle your liquor.”

You roll your eyes as you peck a last kiss to his lips. “Only because we’re half your size!!!”

Izuku walks you out of his house, and into your car. His face sticking through the window for some last kisses. You give him as many as you can until you have no more time to waste. “Okay, okay, bye! I love you!”

You watch as Izuku continues to wave at you from the street, a smile on your face until you turn the corner. Your smile instantly drops as you’re far away.

You give a call to Mina, and she instantly picks up.

“Hello? Are you ready? Damn lover boy has so wrapped around his fingers! You’re so lucky that damn villain has been in a better mood as of late too! Or else… well, I don’t even know what you would be doing!” Mina’s voice groans as you don’t even have the voice to speak back to her.

“I’m sorry... but okay, where to first?”

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Five Hours Later

You ran along rooftops, your eyes locked on the man running away from you. Your breathing is harsh, raspy. You’ve been running for almost an hour now, jumping and weaving through pipes. You’re trying to get to him, the one man you’ve been chasing for years now. The man that taunted your dreams. Your life.

Your eyes caught onto the rubbish on a nearby ceiling, and you throw out your arm. Yellow energy shooting from your arms as it attaches to the objects and fall. Trapping the man by high walls, and a fifty story drop.

“Come on, you know you want to give in!” You pant as the man stops running, he turns around, his guard is up. His gaze concentrated on you entirely as you stop in front of him. The yellow energy filling your hands as you raise your own guard. “Give in.”

“As much as I would love to wrestle it out with you, sweetheart, I’m in a loving relationship.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm as green lights spark out of his skin. You ready yourself for anything.

The two of you were among the minuscule population that had superpowers. A revolutionary feat that had the world in battle. You were a superhero. As if you were straight off a comic book, you fought against people who threatened those beneath them. Hell, most times you were a glorified therapist! You really only hardly ever got into fistfights, but this man. This… vile man in front of you was an exception. He was cruel.

Using this power of his to create chaos and mayhem. It was not something you liked, you hated him for it, and you have been trying to get him. To corner him! But he was always one step ahead. A finger brushes away from you as you tried to get him.

It was a dreadful and repeating dance now, one the two of you frequently explored. You would lunge forward, and he would take a step backward, you would spin out, and he would pull you back in. Even the way you two fought, it was fluid, sharp, deadly, yet melodic. Had it not been for the fire in your stance, the occasional locking fists, it could have been a dance.

“You know, I pray for the person you kiss at night, they must be so disappointed in who you are.” You say as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Don’t be jealous that it isn’t you.”

“I don’t think I could ever be jealous of your so-called significant other.” You laugh, your eyes glaring at him.

The masks on your face covered everything but your eyes. You could not tell what color his eyes were, but you knew he was looking at you. The only thing you needed though was to have him pinned to the ground. His wrists in a handcuff as you dropped him off to the police. Then you’d be able to go home to Izuku, to tell him the only secret you kept from him.

“Mm, I guess so! But, I will have to bid you adieu, my sweet Zeal! Duty calls and well, I’m merely here to distract you!”

Your eyes widened as an explosion blew in the distance, and you whipped around. You snap back around to see him waving goodbye, and you snarl. “Fuck you, asshole!” You took off in the direction of the explosion, your heart hammering away as you near it. Screams and cries echoing through the streets as you jumped in to help. Your words aiding everyone in the firey trap.

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you!” You repeated over and over. Your mask showing your smile as you tried to ease crying victims.

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One Month Later

You wore an elegant dress.

It hugged your body as you stared into the mirror, your eyes burning into your reflection as you did your makeup.

You were very scared. It was a month since that explosion. A month since you first experienced someone dying because of you. Since then, you’d been on edge. You fear it was going to happen again. Scared that while you were out with Izuku you get attacked. Your worst fear was seeing the man you love die in your arms.

“Hey there, baby,” Izuku says walking into your room. Your eyes look up at him in the mirror, and your smile is affectionate. Izuku is in a pair of dark blue slacks. A white button-up shirt that hugged his chest beautifully, and a black-tie with a jacket on. His hair combed back, overall, he was drop-dead gorgeous.

The green-haired man walks to you and hugs you by your waist. Izuku's eyes dawdling on your outfit as you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple. “Hi.” You smile as he kisses your forehead.

“Who you getting all dressed up for?” He asks jokingly, and you hum as you lean up against his body. You’re grateful for his support. His hands stroke through your long and styled hair, his fingers twirling your locks in his hands. “I hope it’s not for me because that would be awkward…”

You snorted as you hit his collarbone with your head, “Yeah it would be! I was actually on my way for a booty call. Do you know Bakugou Katsuki? Mm, good, well you see he just really really knows how to fuck my pussy right. It’s immeasurable, really! I recommend you give him a spin one day.” You cackle and his fingers pinch your sides.

“Watch it, and you’ll be covering the tab tonight.” Izuku teases you as he nuzzles your neck with his nose.

“Oh, don’t worry! I also have another booty call, you may know him as well! Todoroki Shouto? Super rich!”

Izuku laughs and you laugh as well your lips caressing against his with echoing pecks. “They wish they had someone like you in their lives.” He whispers against your mouth, and your smile drowned with love.

“I don’t blame them.” You whisper as you continue pressing kisses to his mouth, not wishing to let this end. “Besides! All my friends have wanted to, and I quote ‘climb you like a tree’.” You quote with your hands before gripping his jacket pulling him in closer. “God, I love you.”

“And as much as I would love to show you how much I love you, we have a reservation we can’t miss.” Izuku moans as he pulls you to your feet. You huff as you roll your eyes, your arms wrapping around his neck as you nudge your nose against his.

“When has that ever stopped you before, Midoriya?” You tease as Izuku smirks, his mouth pressing against yours softly.

You move to deepen it, but he bends down quickly, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks out. “WE AREN’T MISSING IT!” Izuku yells over your shrieking laughter as he runs out of your house.

The dinner is fantastic.

Romantic and special.

You love the way Izuku’s eyes burn into you the entire night, his energy never once wavering. His hand held yours after the meal was over. You were complaining about never being able to eat again. Izuku listens to you all while he presses fluttering kisses against your wrist. You giggle out his name as he refuses to quit, and your cheeks glow red.

“Y/l/n y/n,” Izuku states, and you raise your eyebrows inviting him to continue. “I met you in a bar more than a year ago, and I knew the second I caught your eye I was going to fall in love with you. I didn’t expect you to come back to me after that first night.”

Your heart stills suddenly, and a warm pool fills your body as you’re realizing what is happening.

“Sex with you is incredible, phenomenal even. Honestly, it’s why I wanted you back, but your soul. Your energy, I love you so much…” Izuku smiles as he kisses the back of your hand. “I love the way you hate Monday mornings like the stereotypical dumbass you are. I love that you always jump onto your bed, you do not have to, you’re not that short! But you do… you complete me. You make me want to be a better person every time I do anything… and I have one last thing to ask…”

You wipe away tears that continue to pour out of your eyes, and you sob as a waiter places a covered plate in front of you.

“Will you marry me, y/n? Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

The silver lid comes off, and you continue to sob as a black velvet box presents itself on a plate. A luminescent diamond ring shining against the light. The words he uttered printed in chocolate on the plate. Izuku is on his knee in front of you, the ring in his hands as you sob into his neck.

Your head nods over and over.

“Yes!” You cry as you pepper wet kisses all over his face. “Yes, please! Yes!”

The diamond ring slips onto your finger, and you can’t even begin to describe your emotions as you kiss him. The cheering of the crowds disappearing as you hold him even closer.

That night, you arch off the bed many times. Your voice full of mirth and joy, Izuku’s voice needy and never once anything but loving.

He asked you for your hand that night, and yet you united in a whole other way. The overwhelming love between the two of you palatable the entire night.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

One Week Later

You struggle against the wall, gasping as the villain holds you by your throat. You had foiled his next plan and were now paying dearly for it.

You slam your foot into his crotch and he grunts, letting you go. You collapse to the ground gasping for air. You stagger but act quickly, sweeping his feet out from underneath him. He falls to the ground, and you shoot energy from your hands, allowing you to quickly and smoothly hop on top of him. You press your knees into his arms, and he hisses.

His legs sweep up, kicking you forward and you tumble off of him.

So the two of you embark on another dangerous dance of yours. Mina screaming in your ear about the dangers lurking around you if you don’t get out of there! But you had landed a hit, you were going to get him today!

You duck under a punch and shove a palm to his ribcage. He stumbles backward, you narrow your eyebrows as you lock an energy strand around his leg, pulling him in. You race over, but you miss the electricity escaping his skin. You’re blown backward, white-hot pain scorching your cheek, the mask on your face cracking in two. You gasp for air, the mask cracking completing as it falls to the ground. Fuck… you couldn’t hear Mina yelling at you anymore as knees slam into your chest and you wheeze.

Your eyes lock onto the villain before you. His arm cocked back for another punch, but he’s frozen. His body is still. You don’t feel your energy power up, only that you’re arm is thrust up and he’s thrown off you. A sickening crash heard and you sit up wheezing.

You stare at the man, your vision dizzy, and you feel sick.

Not because you’re dizzy, but because of the face that's revealed as his mask cracks around him.

Izuku.

His green eyes are so wide, and your eyes are tearing up.

He’s speechless, and you're cursing his name.

He can’t stand up, and you stumble to your feet, swaying where you stand.

“Get the fuck out of there, y/n!” Mina's voice is yelling at you, and you flinch finally hearing it.

“‘Zuku…” You whisper, your head shaking in disbelief. “You can’t be… how are you Deku?”

The villain's name. The name you loathe, the name you refuse to use. You prefer villain because giving him a name gives him an identity. A reason for him to be committing the atrocities he’s committed.

How was this man in front of you the person you loved with all your heart?

How was this the man who loved you tenderly and gently? The man who was afraid to deny the simplest of favors because he was a generous and kind person.

You can’t remember running away. You only remember that you’re back in your house sobbing as you stare at the diamond ring on your nightstand.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Two Days Later

You stare at the ceiling of your room. You feel hallow.

Since that fateful encounter, neither one of you has attempted to reach out. Neither one of you calling, texting, or showing up. You hated it, but you couldn’t stand seeing him here. How could you ever talk to the man you love knowing who he was? What he was… what he is?

You knew everyone had secrets, but why was his secret this? Why couldn’t it have been that he was a soprano vocalist in an acapella group? Something embarrassing so that you could tease him!! But not this, anything but this…

The engagement ring is on your finger still. It makes perfect sense, everything tells you that it should be there. But it feels heavy… it weighs you down in more ways than it’s weight. Could you really forgive a man like him? Yes, he’s your Izuku, but he’s also Deku.

Notorious as the underground crime king, Deku was someone you’ve been fighting since day one. It made you nauseous just thinking about how that man was your Izuku.

How were they the same person?

The floorboards in your hallway creak, and you slam up. Your eyes concentrating on the doorframe. Your mouth runs dry as you stare at angry green eyes. His mouth pressed into a flat line as his hands roughly weave through his hair.

It hurts knowing that it wasn’t a hoax. You knew Midoriya Izuku like the back of your hand and being able to read him now burned your throat and your heart. You lick your lips as he steps closer his eyes focused on you.

“You’re Zeal?”

“You’re Deku…”

Izuku shakes his head, his lips barking with cold humor as he can’t believe it. To be fair, you can’t either as you stare at his conflicted features.

“I don’t understand?” He admits, his eyes swimming with confusion, anger, and yet longing.

“You and me both,” You laugh bitterly, you shake your head as you look up at him. “Care to explain?”

“I don’t really want to.” Izuku shakes his head, his smile sad, and you blink.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” You snap, your brows furrowing as you stand up, stalking over to Izuku who held his ground. “You’re the one causing all this mayhem, and you’re not going to even explain it to me?!”

“What’s the point, y/n? So that you can cry the next time we meet? You’re not going to give me mercy! You don’t understand! So why should I bother?!” Izuku’s face clouded, angry, and focused. You’re almost nose to nose as you roll your eyes.

“Because you fucking love me!” You hiss, shoving Izuku with your full strength. This entire time you’ve been able to pull off using mere fractions of your strength. Enough to play fight with Izuku, but definitely not enough to send him stumbling backward.

Izuku’s green eyes snap on you as he gathers his balance. The freckles on his forehead disappearing as he furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what? I just found out my fiancée is a fucking spandex-wearing wanna-be-hero!”

“I AM A HERO!” You scream, your hands pulling at the roots of your hair. Your heart is racing in the worst of ways, you feel faint, ready to fall over and never wake back up. “I save people nearly every damn day, Izuku! I save people from you! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

There’s a glower on his face, and you know it’s because you’re putting Izuku on a fence he doesn’t want to be. A fence that he hates. Izuku always had something to say, he wasn’t one to pretend to not have an opinion, and so this was killing him.

“Some people in this world deserve to have checks,” Izuku states his voice steely calm, his eyes raging. “I don’t do anything to people who don’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils flare, and you can feel your throat thick with emotions. What the actual fuck was he on? “Really? Do these people deserve to die? People fucking deserve to get their life blown to shreds because of what? Because you think they’re corrupt? Oh, grow the fuck up, Izuku! No, I don’t believe your bullcrap! Do you think I really haven’t tried finding correlations? Correlations for every single crime you committed? Yes, these people are terrible! But that’s why we have other ways of stopping them! You can’t play fucking god and decide whether these people deserve to live or not! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

You’re pressed flat against his chest. Your chest heaving with lack of air and overwhelming emotions. Izuku’s face contorted with anger. His green eyes flashing before sinking into blackness.

Then you say words you wish you could regret, words that broke your own heart as you said it.

“How can you expect me to love someone like you?”

His lips are on yours suddenly.

“This is fucking why I kept it a secret from you all along, I knew you wouldn’t agree.” Izuku heavily pants against your lips.

You reciprocate his kiss. Your fingers bunch around his green curls as he picks you up. Your chest burning from lack of air as his fingers dig into your sides. “Shut the fuck up, Izuku!” You snap, pulling on his hair so harshly his head snaps up. Your lips attack his neck as soon as you see his exposed skin.

You bite harshly against his neck. Its less of a nibble that people usually use for hickies, and instead it’s a full-blown bite. Izuku lets out a snarl as after you bite down again, your hot tongue goes to soothe the inflamed skin.

He pants as he tosses you on the bed a movement you’ve always enjoyed, and even now still do. Izuku’s shirt is quickly taken off his body, and you stare at the scars on his body. The overwhelming realization that every single scar caused by you. You had scarred him. You hate to admit it, but that horrible realization sends a pool of heat down to your cunt. You rub your thighs together as he climbs over you.

“The world’s greatest hero Zeal is about to be fucked by her greatest enemy,” Izuku mutters as he presses his mouth back against yours.

The kiss feels poisonous. Your skin burning in every place he kisses you. It’s corrupt and you know it. But… his touches are also your antidote. His trailing hands that grip your breast. You arch off the bed and your erratic heart stirs. Your face twisting as you let out a moan. His tongue slips into your mouth, his hot and heavy tongue.

It dances around in your mouth, a dance that makes you think of your rooftop dance. It’s attacking, evading, pulling each other close for no reason other than to fluster the other.

You slip your hand down from his neck and grasp his dick through his pants. A low hiss from Izuku makes you swivel your hips in anticipation. “You’re not my greatest enemy.” You sneer, as you look at Izuku’s dark eyes that are full of want and need. “I don’t have a great enemy, don’t be giving yourself credit where it doesn’t belong!”

He slams your shoulders back onto the mattress. You glare at him as green electricity emerges from his forearms. You’re own energy seconds from materializing, but instead, he uses it to split the dress you’re wearing wide open. The tearing of the fabric makes your eyes run wide as you can not believe he just ruined your favorite dress. “Whoops.” Is all he says before attaching his lips onto your breasts.

His mouth attacks a sensitive part of your breast. You let out a staggering moan. Your legs clenching together at the overwhelming pleasure just by his touch. You hate that. Your arms move to remove the bra from your body, and you grin at his expression. He didn’t like that at all.

“Whoops,” You taunt, a simper blazing over your features. “Did I do something wrong?”

Izuku’s nostrils flare now and you roll the two of you over, your strength catching him off guard as you pinned him down. You roll your hips against his crotch, and you delight in the fact that you can feel his boner right on your ass. “Wow,” You mutter as you give another roll, you turn your attention towards his restrained pants. Izuku curses your name as you glance back at his scrunched up face. “Do you want me to do something about it?” You ask a taunt in your tone.

A sadistic smile fills your face as he nods his head rapidly.

“Sorry, I only help out good people.” You spit, your ass dragging roughly against his bucking hips again. You smack his chest, not at all liking the disobedience. Not liking the fact that he ruined everything by doing this to the two of you. Your anger is almost palatable, and in your mental fight, Izuku flips the two of you over, dragging you to your knees.

“Would you shut the fuck up, and open your mouth like the good girl you are?” Izuku commands as he takes off his pants. You can’t help the shiver that rolls under your skin at the sight of his dick springing free.

“Just because I’m a hero, doesn’t mean I’ll be helping you out.” You state as you stare at him unimpressed. Although at the moment you want nothing more than to go down on his impressive length. “I only help out people who need the help, not---mmph!!” His mouth is on yours again, and he sits down on the mattress.

His fingers moving to pinch and pull your aroused nipples, “Would you shut up and suck my damn dick?!” Izuku pants against your mouth and you nod, giving in.

Your hand has a vice grip over his twitching cock, and you smirk up at Izuku. His eyes hooded as you stare at him.

“I must say,” You begin to confess, as you arch over him. Your free hand tracing shapes into his thigh as you give the tip of his head a few kitten licks. Smiling when you see the clear pre-cum escaping the tip. “Aren’t you at all embarrassed to admit that the greatest superhero has you on the--”

Your words silenced as Izuku takes your head and sinks your mouth around his dick. You resist the urge to gag as his cock hits the back of your throat. “You can’t fucking talk with my cock down your throat can you?” Izuku hisses as you moan softly around his dick. “Try fucking talking more, see where that fucking gets you.”

You bob your head against his length, smirking when his head throws back. His hips snapping against your mouth. You gag slightly this time. The wet sounds and struggling breathing turning Izuku on further. He increases his speed.

You drop your jaw further. Your fingernails scratching the underside of his dick as he fucked your face. “Shit, y/n!” He grunts as he vehemently continues pounding away. His brows scrunched as his pleasure was slowly winning over him. Your eyes begin to water slightly as the lack of oxygen burns your lungs. The size, and girth of his cock stretching out your throat as you sank all the way down to the base of his cock. It was turning you on so much as you once more moaned. “You take my cock so good, like a good fucking whore,” Izuku growls as he brushes your hair out of your face, and your nose is now in contact with his lower hips.

You hold onto his moving hips, your gagging was a noise that was happening a lot more now, but Izuku didn’t care. His musty scent was overwhelming and you moan louder, why was he so damn alluring. He was relentless in your mouth. Your pussy was throbbing in anticipation for him to finish with your mouth. “Fuck,” Izuku hisses. You can’t prepare as his hot sticky seed shoots down your throat, and you pull away gasping for air.

His mouth is on your again, and his tongue slips into your mouth. His cum is still in your mouth, and when he pulls away, a saliva trail mixed with both his spit and cum. Izuku snarls as you continue panting for air.

“Now lay down and spread your legs open, like the fucking slut you are,” Izuku growls into your ear and you can’t help but nod. You slip off your soaked panties and get on all fours.

You toss your head back to stare at Izuku who’s busy rubbing himself, getting ready to come inside of you now. His eyes lock on yours, and a fire erupts in your belly at the sight of your disregard for his directions. You grin wickedly, like hell he was getting his way.

He drags you to him, and you yelp in surprise until the tip of his cock is rubbing up against your aching entrance. “Why are you so bad at following directions?” Izuku groans as he presses kisses down your stomach.

“I only follow people I respect,” You sigh as the tip of his dick enters your sopping cunt, and you move back onto it.

You can’t see his expression, you refuse to look back. You aren’t sure if it’s hurt, lust, or anger but he stills. You’re about to call out his name feeling guilty but he enters you without warning. Completely. With no warning.

“Shit!” You shriek. Your arms almost giving out on you as his dick stretches out your throbbing pussy in only the best of ways.

“You may not like my decisions as a… villain,” Izuku huffs as he slams into your again, your body moving with his thrust. “But here you are. Pussy dripping for a villain, back arched heavenly for a villain, the man making you feel this way is a villain.” With every phrase, he slams into you, and you hiss. He was too fucking huge in your throbbing core.

You move backward. Your pants are harsh as the movement was something you much more enjoyed. “Don’t worry…” You wheeze as his lips trail down your spine again, his fingers circling your clit. “This will be the only time.”

He freezes within you, but you don’t care, as you slam yourself back against him. An animalistic growl rips from his throat as he begins pounding into you. It’s different from usual. Unlike any other time, he’s not holding back, he slams into you without mercy, without care, without caution.

The feeling is almost overwhelming, his fingers digging into your clit as he thrusts in and out. You curse as his waist slams into your ass. The sounds of your rutting bodies making very loud sounds throughout your room. You mewl as his fingers pinch your throbbing clit. Electricity running through your veins, as your arms give out. Your chest pressed into the mattress. Izuku is drilling into you, his hips slamming into your spasming body.

“Baby!” You cry out, unable to keep yourself from using a pet name as he hits your g-spot.

“I know,” Izuku pants harshly.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hips never falter. They continue to hit again and again into your g-spot. Your legs shaking completely as you struggle to keep up with him. Stars are forming in your vision as moans continue to pour from your mouth. His name a repeating verse on your tongue. Izuku uses this as fuel, as ambition as he continues to circle his fingers into your clit. His hips were merciless as he shoves your chest further into the mattress.

“FUCK!” You scream as your orgasm is teasing you with a release. “Let me come, ‘Zuku, please! Fuck! You’re so fucking good to me, let me come around your cock please!” You beg your pride now out of the window as you only wish to come around his throbbing dick. “Baby, please! I need… ohh my god… I needa--”

The coil in you is burning, the fire is everywhere throughout your body, and you’re finally tipping over.

“Come for me, love.” Izuku hisses as he presses his sweating forehead to your back. His fingers pinching both your throbbing clit and sensitive nipple.

The coil snaps, and you come hard around his spasming dick, his name a scream in your mouth. Your pussy clamps like a vice around his dick, you pant for air, and you feel Izuku shudder. He was close.

You turn your head to watch his screwed up face as he chases his orgasm. You smirk as you feel your walls clench around him again, and again. He can’t handle it anymore as he comes within you. His dick slips out from inside you, and you groan at the lack of feeling as he collapses beside you. You smile as you sink into the mattress beside him.

Green eyes meet y/e/c.

It’s over.

The smiles of love and post-sex feelings disappear. Sadness filling its space instead, and you stare.

This wouldn’t work. This couldn’t work.

“I--I’m…”

“I know.”

“Izuku…”

“I do love you.”

“I-I love you, too.”

“I’m sorry it came down to this…”

“I am too.”

“You can keep my stuff.”

You nod your head as you watch him roll off your bed and dress.

Izuku walks away leaving you on your bed. Alone. Cold.

Izuku is panicking, what is he supposed to do now?

“Izuku?!” You yell, and he knows it’s wrong, but his heart jumps in hope. “I love you.”

Your lips are over his again, and Izuku wants nothing more than to turn the clock. To go back to that first night when he saw you from across the bar.

You pull away before Izuku can have enough, your hands lingering in his before you turn away. Tears streaming down your face.

The diamond engagement ring seemed dull in his fingers. It was nothing but a promise to each other that was never meant to be.

Now, what were the two of you to do?

All was fair in love and war, but neither one of you wanted a life without the other.

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bakugoubabygirl · 4 years ago

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Allmights daughter Part three

Y/n POV 🌸💜

“Bakugo, what the fuck are you doing?" I try to free my self from his grip . It just made him grab my other arm .

" You got a thing for shitty hair now. This morning it was half bastard and now him." He growled . I was so confused maybe he gay .

" look I don't know what your problem is but, we have to go. someone broke in" I was panicking.

" If someone comes in here , I will kick there ass . Now answer me do you have thing for them" he was fuming.

" Me and kiri are Just friends and, so what maybe I do like shouto. It's none of your damn business" I free my hands from him .

" Why because he gave you that shitty flower. He not even good enough for you"

"Why do you care so much?" I had to know

" Your on my team, and I don't need you screwing up. Just because your head is filled with stupid shit"

" Whatever your not going to tell me what to do" I yelled .

" Your a fucking idiot"

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Todoroki POV 🌸❤️🤍

It turn out it was just the press. I wonder how they got past the school security system. Someone else has to behind this. Where Y/n I saw her disappear with Bakugo . I have a bad feeling about this . Bakugo was abusive and Y/n is so precious .

I'm sure she can take care of herself but I will murder katsuki if I have too. Everyone made it back to class. Y/n and bakagou were already setting in there seats .

Eraser head announce that we were going on a field trip . We're going to the USJ to do rescue training.

I was the first one on the bus. I pick my seat in the back. Then a h/c hair girl plop down next to me . There was a silence for a few minutes . I don't know what to say to her .

Bakugo got on and sat right in front of us . I guess it don't matter where he sits , we will hear his obnoxious mouth .

I look over at Y/n to see her reaction . She wasn't paying attention . She was space out, like she seen a ghost . Her eyes were a glowing purple.

A wave of panic wash over me " Y/N, what's wrong" I shouted . Bakugo turn around and saw it to.

" What are you doing dumbass" he shouted . He had a worried expression on his face though. I started shaking her . After two minutes she jumped back. Her eyes return normal.

I was about to ask what happen but bakagou beat me to it. " What the hell was that" he screamed . She look terrified but then she smile .

" I'm just not feeling well I guess, I'm fine" she looked at us both and laugh. This wasn't funny and something tells me she far from okay.

"You idiot, you look like you were possessed" Bakagou fumed. " Your not fucking fine but whatever I don't care" he turn around and sat back in his seat .

" Are you cold" I asked . She look like she was shivering .

" Yeah but it's alright" she said rubbing her hands together.

" Here let me give you my hoodie" I reach into my bag to look for it . When something hit Y/n in the face. It was bakagou hoodie.

" Take it I don't want it any fucking way" he mummer. He did care about her . I hope I'm wrong, he won't give up until he gets what he wants. I look over at her with his hoodie on. It made my heart ache a little . I won't give up either .

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Y/N POV 💜💀

I had a vision it was terrifying. It was a room and it was made entirely of human skin. A lady sat on a throne with purple eyes. She smiled and then it was me setting on the throne. Then the vision ended .

The boys were worried but I couldn't tell them what I saw . Bakugo gave me his hoodie . Maybe he did care about me just a little bit. It was huge on me but it's smelt like him. It smells good like Carmel.

The bus came to a stop . We all got out to meet hero Thirteen. She gave us a long lecture . I couldn't focus though. Wasn't dad supposed to be here today . Then it hit me, he said he had to hero work this morning . He must of use up all of his powers for today .

I saw Izuku face; he was feeling like something was off to. Then the lights started to flicker. Some weird portal thingy came out the fountain . What in the actual fuck . Villains started pouring out of it.

"Thirteen, Protect the students" Eraser head shouted.

The portal looking dude showed up in front of us. Asking where was all might was .Sayinh how disappointing it was . Because they showed up with away to kill him . My heart felt like it dropped .

Then all a sudden bakago and Kirishima went to attack. They fail and the warping thing got bigger. Next thing i know I was falling . I landed on top of bakagou.

" Damn your just throwing yourself at me now" Bakagou smirked . I felt my face get red. I hurried up and got up.

" You wish you could be so lucky" I scoffed . He didn't respond . That moment villains started to surround us . Bakugo started attacking and Kirishima did the same.

I made an army of shadow man with my mind . They started kicking the shit of the villains . We were done In the matters of minutes . They weren't nothing special. Bakugo and Kirishima was shocked by my powers.

" Wow Y/n how did you do that?" kiri shouted . He was such a cute little thing.

" I can mold shapes with shadows is one of my quirks" I explained . " I took there shadows and use it against them" Kirishima seemed impressed .

" Lets go kick that warp bastard ass" Bakugo yelled.

" What about the others" Kirishima asked

" They we'll be fine" katsuki said. He was right if there anything like the villains we fought . It should be a piece of cake.

We made it to the middle where Eraser head was fighting . when we got there the freaky bird dude had my dad . Why he did he come here, there going to kill him.

Bakagou ran in front of me grabbing on to the warp gate . Then Todoroki froze the bird . Freeing my father. We all stood around getting ready to fight . Izuku looked like he was about to cry.

" Y/n you and your classmates need to get out of here" All might order. I wasn't leaving without him . Nomo freed himself from todoroki ice.

Nomo went to attack Bakagou . Bakugo was holding down the warp gate. " Bakugo watch out" I cried out. Bakugo went flying but there wasn't a scratch on him. All might saved him .

He got up and told us once again to all go . I couldn’t just leave him here. “ Your bleeding though” I cried. Izuku grabbed my hand I could tell he was scared too .

He gave us a thumbs up . Him and Nomo went at it . All might kept punching Momo all over the place. I was still terrified . I floated up and my eyes flash purple. I had to do something but what ?

The guys with hands all over his face was staring at me . It made me feel uneasy . “ I know those eyes but it can’t be” he mumble .

Izuku heard it too . We look at eachother in confusion. “ Unless allmight didn’t kill you, and took you in” he gave me a creepy laugh .

“ What the hell is he talking about Y/n” todoroki asked .

“ I don’t know” I want to know damnit.

“ Yes if you’re all might daughter which is the same age as (pick a dark name D/N). It all makes sense. He will be happy to know his daughter is still alive” he laugh again .

My attention snap back to All might. He was still beating the shit out of bird brains. Finally he sent Nomo flying . It was insane . I ran to him, I don’t care how much dangerous I put myself in.

“ Dad” I ran and hugged him. I stood by him ready to fight, when he changes into his civilian form.

“ Y/n get away from here” he screamed. I didn’t listen.

“Y/n is that her name or is it D/n” he crooned. I gave my dad a confused look.

“ leave her out of this” he yelled. “ let’s just get this fight over with”

“ So is true she long lost daughter of the Maeve and All for one” he crackled . Everyone was staring at me. “ In all this time we thought you killed her”

“ Dad what is he taking about” I demanded an answer. If what he says is true, then how can I call myself a hero. Everyone knows that Maeve is a demon queen . Most believe she just a myth. All for one is the cruelest villain out there.

There a story that they had a child just so it could have both if there powers. The child was destine to destroy the world. Then a hero came and killed the child as baby,before it had the chance.

“ Oh so you haven’t even told her yet ?” The villain was about to say some more.

“ Come on why are you stalling, let get this fight over with” he yelled. The others went to go fight the other villains. Izuku stayed with us . The villain ran to All might but before I could move; Izuku threw himself in the way. Right before they grab him, the teachers finally showed up.

My Heart was pounding , Everyone was shouting. The villain retreated. Kirishima went to check on us . Then all might transfer to his civilian form. Oh no if he comes over here he will see. Then a concrete wall cam up dividing us .

“ Dad are you all right,” I hugged him until someone came and help him. I have questions but they can wait until he okay.

“ I’m fine I’m so glad your okay babygirl” he smiled.

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Time skippp( that’s my quirk lol)🤍

We were in the nurses offices . She fixed my dad up and Izuku after he broke he’s legs .

“ Dad the villain what he said about me . He lying right ?” I grabbed his hand. I hope and pray it wasn’t true.

“ I’m sorry kiddo but it is. I was told about you and what they wanted you to do . I couldn’t let that happen. They were going to make you into a weapon. I was going to destroy you. The way you were describe to me . They made it sound like it was some type of monster. When I got there, I just saw a little girl . You wrapped your hand around my finger. So I took you from the crib. I sat the crib on fire and threw animals bones in there . So they would think you were dead. I fell in love, from there on you were my little girl. I love you, not like you were my own, because you are my own.” His eyes started to tear up.

I was feeling warm drops running down my cheeks. I could hear Izuku sobbing. So it true, I’m a monster. “ When were you going to tell me?”

“ I’ve been planning for awhile, but didn’t know how. Please forgive me.” He sounded weak

“ Forgive you? You saved me and show me love” tears were spilling out my eyes. “ I love you” I hugged him. I was careful not to hurt him though.

“ I love you too. Please don’t let this change how you see yourself . There going to be a lot of people who say different; but your going to be the worlds greatest hero. The princess of peace along with your brother” I turn to Izuku. Me and him grew close during the summer.

“ Do you still trust me” I asked Izuku .

“ With my life. Family isn’t blood it’s about love” he gave me a warm smile. I still felt out of place, I always have . Now I know why. “ This might be a bad time but is that Bakugo hoodie” Izuku pointed out .

“ Yeah, he was just being nice” My face got red for

some reason.

“ Bakugo isn’t one for just being nice” Izuku laugh. Well he just looking out for his team mate .

“ Bakugo is strong and powerful . But As a dad I don’t approve” All might gave me a just kidding smile . I know he some what serious.

“ We well never be like that , so both of you calm down” I mumbled. I rather jump off a roof. He probably hates me now anyways . Todoroki probably won’t even look at me either.

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Todoroki 🌸🥰

I was worried about Y/n . Not only because who she is was revealed, where the world could see. But What happen on the bus. I wonder if there a connection. My phone lit up with a message.

Y/N: I understand that you probably hate me now . I don’t want to lose your friendship though.

Todoroki: I could never hate you . Your parents aren’t who you are. I understand trust me .

Y/N : thank you 😊

Todoroki: goodnight

Y/N: goodnight todo

Todoroki: wait Y/n

Y/n : yes?

Todoroki : Do you want to hang out tommorw after school?

Y/N: I have plans tommorw, I lost a deal with Bakagou lol

Todoroki: Oh okay . Are you two a thing ?

Y/N: no it’s not like that. Your the third person who ask me today 😂 I rather jump off a bridge

Todoroki: I’m sorry, I just enjoy your accompany and if you want to talk about today . I can listen if you want .

Y/N: thank you todo I enjoy you accompany as well.

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Thank you for reading I try to update every day. Please like and give me feed back . I love criticism I want to better my writing .

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thetrashywritingwitch · 5 years ago

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the reader is a ghost haunting izuku's new apartment and they become close friends!! (since they can't really be together and i wanted it to be happy cause i know you don't write sad stuff)

Platonic ghost friend: amazing, wonderful, beautiful

Silence. Always silence. No furniture, no people, no food. Just empty space settled with dust in the place you called ‘home’ if you could truly call it that.

You couldn’t leave the uninhabited apartment so it felt more like a prison than anything else. The farthest you could travel was the windows to longingly peer out at the people below, or watch the rain drizzle down, or listen to the laughter of strangers who didn’t even know you existed.

The life of an apparition was truly a lonely one.

Until, one day, a guest moved in.

You called them “guest” because the apartment was truly your space and not his. Several decades had passed since you’d arrived and try as you might to make friends with the people who moved in, they always moved out not long after. Claims of ghost activity just made the property manager scoff, so he never looked into it and tried to pass off the apartment at a low rate to whoever came looking.

The newcomer had a mop of messy green hair, freckles, and kind eyes. Maybe this one would be different…but getting your hopes too high seemed futile from your bad luck.

“Thanks for helping me move in, guys! I can take it from here.” Midoriya wiped a bead of sweat from his brow as his green eyes scanned the rows and stacks of labeled boxes of various sizes. Kitchen items sat in the kitchen, bathroom items in the bathroom, etc. In terms of furniture, all he managed to afford was a couch and a bed for the time being. It was a miracle that he’d found such a cheap apartment!

“Are you sure? We don’t mind staying to help unpack,” Uraraka said while standing in the front doorway.

Iida and Todoroki nodded in agreement. “That’s what friends are for!”

However, Midoriya shook his head and held his hands up defensively. “No, no I promise it’s fine. You all have done enough. I mostly just want to unpack a few essentials before sitting down on the couch for a nap…it’s been a long day.”

“Then let’s go get soba.” Todoroki grabbed Iida and Uraraka by the backs of their shirt collars and dragged them out of the apartment. Hunger could be a very powerful motivator.

Midoriya closed the door behind them with a sigh. The true reason he didn’t want them opening random boxes was out of sheer embarrassment. He had a lot of action figures and collectibles that he’d packed up and if they found any of it he’d probably just collapse right into the floor.

He walked into the kitchen and picked a box, breaking apart the tape with a snap. You looked on curiously from the ceiling where he couldn’t see as he stacked glasses and plates in the cabinets before moving to everything in the fridge, which wasn’t much.

“There, that’s all the food…now to just rest my eyes for a minute…” After downing a glass of ice water, he went to the living room and plopped down on the couch and closed his eyes. “Just a power nap, then back to work.”

You silently watched him sleep, a bit of drool dripping down his chin onto the patterned pillow that matched the couch. Every once in awhile he twitched as though running through a dream and you held back a ghostly laugh. It had been almost six months since anyone had lived in the apartment. You’d have to get used to having a roommate…well, if he stuck around long enough not to run away.

Maybe I can convince him to stay. It’s not like I leave a mess or would bother him. Besides, I lived here first! He’s in my space, not the other way around. So long as he respects it, we should be fine.

After almost two hours Midoriya stirred from sleep, his eyes fluttering open with the afternoon light streaming in from the curtainless window. “Mmhm…how long was I asleeEEP!”

You hovered right above him, just a foot from his face. Social cues and personal space were things a bit foreign to you since you used them so rarely. When he screamed, though, you jumped - well, floated - backward far enough away for him to get his bearings.

“N-no don’t freak out! It’s OK! I’m not mean I promise!”

Midoriya promptly fell off the couch and scrambled to the other side of the room, but without any other furniture, there was nowhere to hide. “Whooo who are you?! Why are you floating? Oh my gosh am I still dreaming?” He touched his face experimentally before pinching his cheek. “Ow..”

Floating a bit closer, you tried to appear as non-threatening as possible. “No, you aren’t dreaming…um, just…ghost. I’m a ghost. Best put it out in the open, I guess. I can’t hide it, obviously.”

He stared at you, eyes darting around frantically with his back against the wall. “…Ghost? But, ghosts aren’t real!”

You gaped at him and grossed your arms, translucent with a bluish tint. “How rude! I definitely exist, obviously.”

Blinking as though still convinced he was dreaming, Midoriya stepped forward cautiously, his knees shaking slightly until he stood in front of you. Raising his hand up, he whipped it through your intangible body. You both shivered, him from the sudden jolt of cold that ran down his spine and you because of how invasive it felt to have a hand pass through your midsection.

“Rude! I didn’t consent to that!”

“Wow…you really are a ghost! Fascinating…” You watched a bit bewildered as he walked around you, muttering too low for you to hear. Rather than you examining him, the tables had been flipped. “I have so many questions! When did you die? How did you die? How long have you been here? How do you-”

You stopped him before he could ask any more overly-invasive questions. “Just hold on a second, would ya? Are you really not scared of me like everyone else?”

Midoriya took a step back, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Sorry! That was probably rude of me. I’m obviously not used to…uh, ghost roommates. Are we roommates now? How does that work…?” Again, he started muttering to himself and you secretly wondered how the two of you would get along at this rate. At least he didn’t run out screaming.

Over the next few weeks, Midoriya settled into his new apartment with you floating around, contributing bits and pieces of building history while also warming him about issues he’d inevitably find on his own.

“Oh, you have to jiggle it to make it work - no, the other way!”

“The fire extinguisher under the sink hasn’t been replaced in ten years.”

“That window is glued shut. Ya know…I don’t even remember when that happened.”

Always feeling as though your eyes were on him whenever he was at home, Midoriya made sure he was always wearing clothes unless he was showering. One time you floated through the bathroom door as he was stepping out and he nearly ripped the curtain down trying to shield himself.

“Don’t just barge, uh, float in on people showering!” he yelled with a beet-red face.

“Sorry! Just wanted to say you have a package waiting by your front door.” Unperturbed, you floated back out of the bathroom and Midoriya sighed in relief…until you popped your head back in and said, “also, nice abs! Keep it up!”

Despite the odd circumstances, the two of you got along pretty well after a while. You asked him about the world and modern society and technology since you couldn’t leave the apartment while he asked you for advice or just made casual conversation.

“I know it’s none of my business…but do you really not know how you died?” he asked one day while eating dinner alone on his couch. He still hadn’t gotten a proper table.

The air around you turned cold and though you couldn’t feel it, you shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself. “No…I don’t. That’s probably why I’m stuck here. I can’t move on to the spirit world or whatever is on the other side until I know, but I have no idea how to find out. All I remember is my given name.”

Midoriya stopped eating, his face full of pity and empathy. “Sorry. I don’t know how you’re feeling, really, but if I could help just tell me what to do.”

His offer of generosity urged a small smile out of you. “I appreciate it. In the meantime, thanks again for not running away when you moved in. You’ve stayed here way longer than anyone else. I’ve learned so much about the world, what I’ve missed! The internet, video games, movies, the news, technology…if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t know about any of this stuff. Hopefully, I’m not too boring to have around.”

“Boring? You’re a literal ghost, how could you be boring?” Laughing, he sat back into the couch cushion and stared at you with kind eyes. “Besides, a roommate who doesn’t make a mess is perfect.”

“You know I can move things around and push stuff over if I try really hard.” To prove your point, you stuck your tongue out comically while moving around the chopsticks in his bowl.

“So spooooky- hey!” You tried to stick one of the chopsticks up his nose but he caught it easily and laughed it off.

A green-haired fanboy and a friendly ghost; unlikely roommates turned friends.

#bnha scenario #mha scenario #midoriya x reader #boku no hero scenarios #my hero academia scenarios #bnha imagines #mha imagines #midoriya imagines #izuku imagines

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sailorjupitersworld · 5 years ago

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It’s Okay to Cry

So apparently the original got deleted. I have no idea what happened, but this is a repost.

Trigger Warning: Depressive thoughts, Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Low-Self esteem, Breakdown. It’s just really fucking angsty.

A/n: So here’s this piece. It’s been in my drafts for quite some time, but I never felt ready to post it. I just felt it might be too much. I had written it when I had a really shitty day. I was in no way abused by my mother, but this was written from dealing with my abusive father and hearing my friend talk about her mother.

“It’s not my fault!”

(Y/n) shot up, her body coated in a cold sweat. Her face pale as though she'd just seen a ghost. Though, she pretty much had. Memories she had long rid herself of were resurfacing. Or maybe she hadn’t gotten rid of them. Perhaps they were just stuffed into the corner of her brain covered in happier memories. Compartmentalizing was always a skill of hers- one she taught herself at a young age.

She glanced at the man next to her, he lay there, a peaceful look on his features. His black hair strewn across the pillow a small trail of drool inching out of the corner of his mouth. Shouta Aizawa was not a heavy sleeper by any means, but he had a particularly rough day with his students. They weren’t being bad per say, but training had been a little on the hectic side. (Y/n) understood what happened because it was her job. A counselor helps people sort out their feelings.

“I must be a shitty counselor if I can’t even sort out my own feelings.” She thought bitterly.

(Y/n) pulled herself out of bed as quiet as possible. She was on a mission for a nice glass of ice water. The floor boards creaked as she entered the living room. It would probably be awhile before she went back to sleep, so some ice cream and TV marathon didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

The cool liquid soothed her dry throat in an instant. As quietly as possible, (Y/n) grabbed the (favorite flavor) ice cream and a spoon. She plopped her ass on the couch and turned on (favorite show).

“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” Shouta stood before her disheveled and bleary eyed. His scraggly hair had been haphazardly thrown into a bun.

The woman jumped at the sound of her name. She was only twenty minutes into the show, but had gotten rather sucked in to the events. “Oh, Shouta. Did I wake you?”

“No. I got up to get some water and you weren’t there. What are you doing up?”

(Y/n) put her ice cream down, “Couldn’t sleep. That’s all.” She gave a weak smile.

Shouta gave her a look and made his way to the couch. He had seen right through her facade. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing! Honest!” She attempted to give him a convincing look, but it faltered. It seemed she bottled too much and was on the brim of exploding. Tears welled in her eyes and she wiped at them furiously.

“(Y/n)? What’s going on? Talk to me honey.” Shouta’s voice was laden with concern. He rested a soothing hand on her back. Much to his surprise, she shrugged it of.

“Don’t touch me.”

“What?”

“Please, just don’t touch me.” Her voice cracked. The tears (Y/n) had attempted to stop now fell down her cheeks wildly.

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“Why are you crying? Stop crying you fucking baby.” Another harsh slap sent the small (h/c) haired girl to the floor. (Y/n) was only seven, but that didn’t stop her mother’s abuse. It had been like this the second her father left. Without her father to abuse, (Y/n) was her mother’s next target. (Y/n) had never forgiven her father for not taking her with him.

Her mother grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the broken vase. “This is what you fucking did, you useless little brat. Now pick it up.” Her mother tossed her towards the pile of shattered glass. “And no using your quirk either! If I see it, there will be hell to pay.”

“Yes, mother.” The child sobbed.

“AND QUIT FUCKING CRYING!” Her mother roared.

Stop crying (Y/n).

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“Quit fucking crying…” (Y/n) whimpered. Memories of her childhood began to resurface. The physical and mental abuse. Soon it wasn’t just those memories. The details of Shoto Todoroki’s childhood, the bullying Izuku Midoriya had suffered, the hundreds of stories she had heard over the years, and the guilt of not being there for the people she loved and cared about. The USJ and Training camp were the most prominent.

Shouta’s eyes widened. He knew what that quote meant. He had learned it on a night where the two of you had one two many. It was almost ironic that a certified counselor chanted those words like a mantra. He had only heard bits and pieces of your childhood, even though you two had been together for several years.

“(Y/n), look at me.” He pleaded with his wife. “I won’t touch you, but I need you to look at me. I’m here and you can talk to me. You can cry as much as you want, but just talk to me.”

She turned to him with uncertainty. Looking him up and down cautiously. “I can?”

“Of course you can. It’s okay to cry, to let everything out.” He comforted. She hesitated slightly, before slowly approaching him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in the crook of his neck. Her grasp on his shirt was tight, like she was afraid to let go, or that he'd disappear. Every emotion (Y/n) had ever felt in her life was spilled that night. She cried and cried until her sobs devolved into whimpers. Shouta just held her and listened, interjecting every once in awhile. It had been the early hours of the morning when (Y/n) had finally let everything go. Her (e/c) eyes were blood shot and puffy. (Y/n) sniffled as Shouta tilted her head up, and wiped away the streaks of tears on her cheeks, looking her in the eyes. She was expecting pity, not the warm loving look in his eyes. (Y/n) pulled away and looked down in shame.

"I'm sorry. You didn't need to see that." She fiddled with her fingers.

"(Y/n), don't. There's no need to be sorry," Her head snapped up toward him, "I am not your mother. I'm your husband and I love you more than anything in this world. I don't wan't you to ever feel like you can't come to me." His face was stern.

It took a minute for her to process his words, but eventually, they clicked. (Y/n) threw her arms around his shoulders once more, "Thank you. Thanks for being with me, for being here for me, for just being here."

“I'll always be here for you."

#shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa imagine #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #angst x reader #angst imagine #aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine #trash1ty

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mci-writing · 5 years ago

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You're shaming your father, Midoriya (Midoriya Izuku x reader)

Managing to be in an intimate relationship with Midoriya Izuku was an accomplishment, a big one. It took a long while in the relationship to even get him warmed up to affection in the privacy of their dorms before he eventually warmed up to the idea. Snuggle time, for awhile, was practically banned from his room at the beginning of the affection development. Full on mouth to mouth, from the smallest peck to the sloppiest make out, were also either short lived or severely rare.

It never really crossed (Y/n)'s mind too much, the thought typically overlooked by any of his make up gifts for ending things so early. That is, until now, when her own fingers were becoming extremely lackluster in the masturbation department. Imagination could only get anyone with a throbbing pussy but so far after so long and it really didn't help when your boo was literally down the hall. The girls' conversations about getting down and dirty in their dorms was not helping the situation at all.

"Just buy a dildo if it's bothering you so much" Mina once again iterates as she makes not-so-subtle movements with her hands. (Y/n)'s own quickly cover them and push them into her lap, an obvious tint of red on her cheeks at the blunt implications.

"There are literally hundreds of students in these dorms and I will not be held responsible for scarring 1st years because of some delivery mix up! Remember what happened to Mineta?"

"He had it coming, just a matter of time" Dirty mag subscription got him expulsion from U.A. and a celebration was held soon after in the commons room, "But if you don't want to take that route, you could always get down in one of your dorms"

And that's exactly what she did, because a sex toy was not worth expulsion from the top hero school of Japan.

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Lips eagerly brush against each other, the occasional nip coming through the more the two teased each other. All Might esque merchandise was completely forgotten and discarded as the two became more enamored with one another. Her legs were messily tangled around his waist, his tongue circling around one of her hardened nipples before lightly nipping at it. His tongue flicks it once more then happily moves it's minstrations to the other, Izuku being heavily encouraged by the whimpers that more than hinted at the pleasure she was feeling. He pulls away, his fingers moving to trace over her clothed pussy. His middle finger lightly pushes over her clothed entrance, ghosting a line to her throbbing clit. Her breath hitches at the feeling, a soft moan managing it's way through her now parted lips.

There's a slight chill that passes over once her panties are off, causing her to shiver. It distracts her long enough for the feeling of his first finger pushing inside her, his slightly thicker finger not unwelcome between her folds. Both happen to bite their lips, the two's unintentional eye contact making Izuku flush. He soon pushes a second finger in to distract himself of her erotic faces, enjoying the sudden clench of her walls around them. He happily sighs, then makes the unfortunate mistake of gazing further up ahead of him.

Blues eyes stare down at him, a wide and seemingly never-ending smile accompanying them. They seem to stare into his soul, judging his every action and reaction to the situation in front of him. His eyes widen in panic as he begins averting his eyes around the room only to find himself surrounded by his mentor, each face seemingly more judging or disappointed than the last. He didn't notice his fingers stopping their hammering until a whine makes their way to his ears, (e/c) eyes pleading for him to continue and only frazzling him further. Red inches up his body as steam leaves his ears, his fingers moving from inside her as he quickly tosses one of his hoodies from the floor at her. Immediate regret once he realizes it's an All Might hoodie, it's electric blue eyes glaring into his soul.

"Izu-"

"T-This w-was n-nice, but I-I just remembered I h-have studying to do and-and-" He began muttering, eyes bouncing everywhere but towards her as his hand nervously rubs at the back of his head. She's completely discombobulated at the sudden 180, glancing behind her at the remembrance of his green eyes going out of focus once he looked in that direction. She manages to stiffle a giggle at the sight of the All Might poster above his bed, turning back to him to give a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Didn't want All Might to watch you Detroit Smash my ass?-"

"D-Don't say it l-like that!" She was now laughing a loud, even more shame filling the broccoli boi.

"Wanna just Texas Smash me in my room from now on?" While he still didn't quite enjoy the unneeded innuendo, he flusteredly nodded all the same. She kisses his cheek before climbing into his lap and nuzzling him, smiling once he wraps her in his arms, "You're still hard-"

"I-I AM?!"

And Midoriya avoided All Might like the plague for the remainder of that month.

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Bakudeku fics to read during quarantine

I would appreciate if you reblogged/liked this if you used it! Please 🥺

Uncompleted:

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh

"We're really sorry," his father says, in a teary-eyed, wobbly way. "But your friend, Izuku, he's... He's gone, son."

Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation.

"What the fuck are you two talking about? The damn nerd is standing right beside you!

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Alternatively: Deku and Kacchan are soulbound.

This fic is my all time favorite bakudeku fic. updates are not too far in between, characterization is PERFECT, bakugou's development, and the LENGTH of this fic is genuinely supreme. I will 100000000% say with my whole heart that this fic is perfect.

Bad At Love by officiallytrash

(abandoned)

Class 1-A is put to the test in one of U.A.'s classes and tests where they face a faux-villain they can't seem to win against. During the two-day fighting, Bakugou noticeably becomes more and more shaken by the faux-villain.

Midoriya wants to help him and to become his good friend once again. Bakugou knows there is more than friendship in his own head but wants to keep Midoriya close, if only to keep him safe. But with jealousy, friendships, and their dreams on the line, they have to get even closer to help the other.

been awhile since I read this since it hasn't updated BUT this fic is amazing with it's characterization. It's realistic and a breath of fresh air.

The Art of Indifference by qye

Bakugou is used to being the center of attention- be it anger, confussion, or fear (mostly fear) everyone always gives him a reaction.

Until all the sudden, Deku doesn't.

What a fucking asshole.

FUNNY!! ANGSTY!! AMAZING. CUTE. IM IN LOVE, AND YOU WILL BE TOO.

The Space Between by Kanae_vR

Holding his expensive camera tightly between his hands, Midoriya Izuku looked up at the once-white letters displayed on the black storefront banner. “The Hard Luck Bar,” he murmured to himself, unsure if he was getting ready to enter or flee.

Amateur photographer Midoriya Izuku is stuck in a rut and desperate for a change of pace. Deep in his city's grimy underbelly, he finds exactly what he's looking for in the form of an underground punk sensation on the verge of their big break, fronted by a foul-mouthed firework of a human being.

Loud, brash and passionate, Izuku may have just found the creative spark he needed, as well as something new to set his soul ablaze.

Craving a rocker!Bakugou fic? Badabing, badaboom. This right here is perfect. In character and beautiful.

the baking prodigy in all-might pajamas by lucyheartfilia

College AU in where angry art major Bakugou Katsuki kind of, sort of falls in love with a cute, green-haired nerd that likes to bake in his all-might pjs at questionable hours of the night.

cutecutecutecutecutecuteCUTE.

Once Again From Better Days by limesicle

Katsuki wakes to find himself reset. It's a time when quirks are just starting, and he only remembers a bit about happened the first time. He remembers enough to know Deku is someone he hurt a lot. He remembers enough to know he had to watch Deku fall. He remembers enough to try to make things better this time.

Achingly beautiful,,, ANGSTY,, in character. Amazing.

Completed

Sink to Swim by cinnabee

“Kacchan, I think we’re supposed to--”

“Supposed to?” Katsuki whirled. “Supposed to? Will you fucking.. Listen to yourself? Shitty Deku, we just woke up in a dungeon and you want to play some villain’s game? Like it’s a goddamn puzzle we can just solve?”

As if there's any other choice.

WARNING: dark. very dark. ANGSTY. shit made me sweat. even tho it's dark the beauty of it cannot be missed

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Seeress

Stress-release sex was another one of their things. Friends with benefits, it was called. No strings attached. Just a bit (or a lot) of fun under the sheets.

By the time Katsuki noticed, it's been almost 3 months since he last heard from Izuku.

Three years into their friends-with-benefits arrangement, Izuku begins to behave oddly. And Katsuki has difficulty dealing with it.

:/ too sad. heartbreaking. so beautiful.

Kacchan by KyuukaKoinu

Izuku always called Bakugou "Kacchan" growing up. But when peer pressure from others and society get in the way, the two boys grow distant and the nickname is buried. While Katsuki is running away from his emotions, Izuku is stuck trying to figure out how to cope with a broken heart. Kai Chisaki steps in to show the boy a new path. Will Katsuki figure out his own feelings in enough time to save him from the mysterious man?

[Izuku-centric / BakuDeku EndGame / Alt Overdeku ending is the very last chapter!]

Aight listen,, I ain't one for fics with a lot of smut.. but this plot was well-written and very interesting. It grabbed me and didn't let go.

Threads of Fate by hallyu1

It started with a dream—a dream about a prince. Izuku, future Chief of a remote tribe, is a dream-seer. And as he grows he will come to realize that his power is both a gift and a curse. When he meets the prince in his visions—The Dragon King, Bakugou—he must decide which path to follow. Change the future, or embrace the fate he had foreseen?

Will always hold this fic close to my heart. It's gorgeous.

2,645 Miles by mynameis152

Izuku wants so badly to get to the other side of the country without his parents realizing he's missing. He just wants to find out who he is.

Katsuki is desperate to make it to Los Angeles without being caught by the police, desperate to fix his mistakes.

Neither know what to expect, but on a roadtrip across the U.S. involving four fugitives, two oblivious runaways, a high risk crime ring, and a police taskforce, the two will discover that there's more in store for them than what they originally thought.

Who knew country bakugou and country kirishima were so powerful??? I did. I knew this bc of this fic. This fic is genuinely awesome. Definition of awesome.

Dream Sweet in Sea Major by showtiime

The day of the Hero Incident ends much more horribly than anyone could've imagined, but only Izuku knows that. He thinks as long as he forces himself to push through it that he can get over it, but of course, that's not how things go. His mom, friends, teachers, and even his childhood friend-turned-rival take note of his odd behavior and try to help, but he refuses to talk about what really happened. How long and how thin will Bakugou's patience go until Izuku finally confides and accepts the help he needs?

(in this fic, Shigaraki takes more from Izuku than he should've, Katsuki comes with the class that day at the mall, and there are still finals to be taken. Plenty can happen in only five to six weeks.)

Look at the WARNINGS! The way this story is written... I've never been in his situation but I felt it. Absolutely beautiful

Spider’s Web by infectedscrew

When a series of seemingly random attacks all over Musutafu leave civilians and heroes alike Quirkless, Inspector Midoriya is put on the case. Little does he know, he’ll be teaming up with the only person who has come out of an attack unscathed and Quirk intact—Katsuki Bakugo.

One of the first bkdk fics I've ever read and I haven't seen many people rec this so—here you go. It's SOOO good. It's like a movie and it's so well written. Absolute genius.

Leftovers by brichibi

When the rest of the class heads down the reality of the situation sets in — they’re both missing class at the best hero academy in the country, their classmates flat out calling their scuffle stupid.

Izuku still doesn’t feel like it was, though, especially when Uraraka asks the million dollar question:

“Did you two make up?”

That. That’s why that fight felt like it was worth it, even if, technically, Izuku can’t answer her. Have they made up? Is this making up?

He actually doesn’t know.

[Or: the house arrest fic where it is, somehow, more awkward to talk through feelings than it is to fight]

AMAZING AND SOSOSO CUTE. So glad I found this fic after thinking of it for so long. It's the perfectest oneshot ever.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #bakudeku fic #katsudeku fic #fic rec #bakudeku fic rec #katsudeku fic rec #bnha fic rec #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #mha #mha fic rec #my hero academia fanfic #quarantine #stay safe out there #bnha

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