#and kacchans like FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LET ME HOLD YOUR HAND

[bakudekublogblog]

kacchan there is actually a way you and izuku can be together forever i have this crazy inventive solution for you it's called a marriage license

[luvbugs-blog]

getting caught with the mha boys

ft. shoto, izuku, sero, and eijiro

getting the smoochies in, then being caught

warnings: not proof read!

Shoto Todoroki

It was an accident, really. You guys had just gotten finished a particularly hard training period, and the two of you had decided to go out on a date. However, you insisted that you had to get changed first because you refused to go out all sweaty. He agreed, and the two of you went your separate ways.

15 minutes had passed, and you had changed into something very cute and comfy. You heard a small knock as you packed your small bag to bring with you.

"Come in!"

Your handsome boyfriend entered the room looking as god-like as ever. He walked up to you and you just melted against him.

"You smell so good, Sho." You look up at him and he blushes.

"Thanks, love. You look so pretty." Next, it was your turn to blush. "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you." He's so romantic.

"Hm, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." He leans down to give you a little kiss, which you return without hesitation. But that little kiss turns into something more when you wrap your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair. He clings to you like it's a sin to ever be parted. All was going well when your childhood friend, Midoryia walked in without knocking to show you whatever new gadget he got. The two of you parted when you heard the door open, but it wasn't quick enough. Midoriya just kept spewing apologies that the two of you had to laugh.

"We'll finish this later," Shoto tells you, before escorting your friend out of your room.

Izuku Midoryia

The two of you were training together one day after school. Throwing punches and kicks at each other, neither of you yielding. Until one kick from Izuku meets the side of face, throwing you to the ground.

He immediately rushes over to you, crouching over you, hands shaking.

"Baby! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, it was an accident and I totally didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, please don't leave me, I love you-,"

"BABE! Chill! This is what happens when two people spar. And I love you too." Apparently, that last thing was too much for him, because he turned a bright red. Before snatching you up in his lap.

"Izuku, what are you- hmph!" He shoved his lips against yours, and you felt wetness on your cheeks.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He sniffed.

"I never want to lose you. I'm so sorry babe."

"You'll never lose me, baby. Promise." You give him a small kiss, and he runs with it. He holds you so close and tight, but you feel so safe with him. You melt into him and kiss him back with the same rigor.

"Shitty Deku, I'm here to spar- AHH!" Izuku springs up. "Kacchan! What are you doing?" He starts to walk toward him, but Bakugo just turned and left.

He turned to you. "Uh oh." You just laugh. That's your weirdo.

Hanta Sero

Cuddled up in his surprisingly comfortable hammock, the two of you were watching Wednesday.

"Jenna Ortega is so pretty," you sigh. Sero holds you closer to him. "You're gorgeous, darling." He kisses the side of your head.

"I never said I was ugly! What are you trying to say to me?" You giggle, trying to push him off of you, but he continued his love assault.

"I," kiss, "love," kiss, "you."

"I love you too, you weirdo." You managed to roll out of the hammock, and he glares at you playfully. You start trying to recreate Wednesday's dance, and he just laughs at you.

"You try to do any better!"

"I won't try. I'll do better."

"Well, them, let me see!"

He wiggled a little bit with his hands above his head and looked like a goof doing it. "Wooooow, how amazing you are."

"Hey! No sarcasm." He tried to do a little spin, but ended up falling onto you.

"You are very good at this dancing thing." He grins at you, but doesn't move. "Uh, are you going to get up?"

"Nope. I find it quite comfortable here." He props himself up on his forearms, and presses a kiss to your lips. You pull your arms over his back and pull him into you. The two of you were really going at it until Denki bursts in, complaining about Bakugo.

Sero pulls off of you and kinda shields you behind his back. But the two of you are still fully clothed... oh well, it was kinda romantic and heroic of him.

"Woaaaah, hey man I'm so sorry. The two of you couldn't even make it to your bed?" Sero shoots his tape at Denki, completely covering his face.

"Sorry, lovebug. What if we continue this in Denki's dorm?"

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." The two of you run out of his room giggling and holding hands. The next day when you see Denki, his eyebrows are gone. As well as the small mustache he was trying to grow. He was not happy.

Eijiro Kirishima

the two of you were chilling in denki's room with the rest of the gang, watching mina and sero frantically try to beat each other in mortal kombat.

"HA! raiden is the worst!" mina squeals as her character lands a punch.

"oh yeah? well," sero pauses, trying to think of a good comeback, "i think kitana is stupid." mina gasps before launching at him, effectively distracting his player before winning.

you giggled, watching your friends make a fool of themselves. but your giggling didn't last long when sero threw mina up off of him, making her land of the end-table by the chairs you and kirishima were sitting on. your coke which had previously been sitting there was now on your shirt and lap. you stand up quickly, but the shirt had already soaked all the way through, becoming a bit see through, which kirishima noticed. he quickly ushered you to denki's bathroom while mina is shouting apologies behind him.

"hey, sweets. are you ok?"

"yes, of course! it was just a little spill." you turn to look at the damage in the mirror, thinking that you will probably need to borrow a shirt from denki's closet. you angle your body a little bit, when your eyes meet kirishima's in the mirror. he blushes a little bit, and you figure out why. the now see-through shirt was showing your bra. you turn and wink at him.

"my night in shining armour!" you giggle, throwing your arms around him. He places a small kiss on your head, on your cheek, and finally on the place you wanted.

you kissed him back with fervor, before backing up and taking the wet shirt off. making a little show out of it, kirishima whistled at your display.

you twirled for him before wrapping your arms back around his neck, and he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. the two of you continued until bakugo starts banging at the door, causing the both of you to jump.

"the two of you extras better get the fuck out so I can take a piss."

"only if I can borrow denki's shirt!" you yelled back, arms still around his neck.

"woah, woah. you can have mine," kirishima says, pulling away to take off his shirt. he throws the shirt at you, and when you are decent he opens the door, flashing his pecs to his friends.

"look how manly I am!"

oh my, you have a very special boyfriend.

author's note: there will be a part two!! including bakugo, denki, hitoshi, iida, and tamaki! stay tuned!

[writteninkat]

printed in crimson | Bakugou x Reader

synopsis: Your problems? One, you like Katsuki Bakugou, but he's the personification of a red flag. And two, you like to see how red the flag can get.

warnings: toxic relationship, smut, asshole katsuki, dumbass reader

wc: 3.9k

a/n: not proofread

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Katsuki pushes your head on the mattress, fucking you roughly as he chases his own high. Your cunt clenched at his rough treatment, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He chants, tightening his grasp on yoyr hair. "God this pussy loves me." Gasping, he lifts your hips up in the air, letting go of your strands as he sharply slaps your ass, using some of his quirk.

The area blooms with heat as your orgasm catches you offguard, your walls clamping down at the desperate man behind you. He bottoms inside you, voice raspy and deep as he reaches his own high, half his body falling on you.

"Get the fuck off me." You bite out, pushing yourself from under him. As your actions push his cock out of you, the feeling of his load dripping down your thighs make you shiver.

Walking towards your bathroom, you try your best to ignore the tenderness between your legs. You grit your teeth together just as you walk in, slamming the door behind you.

You face your mirror, immediately pissed at the marks he left all over your neck and torso. Bitten and bruised, you touch on the particularly swollen part on your shoulder. You remember him sinking his teeth there after you rode him so hard and fast your abs ached.

Clicking your tongue, you step under the shower, letting the warmth of the water ease you back into a peaceful state of mind.

"You lying bitch." Momo's eyebrows are knitted in fury, her gazed casted on your neck. Everyone else in the table follows her line of sight, a series of disappointed groans and tired sighs erupting from them.

You brings your hand up to cover the spot, rolling your eyes. "I thought I'd be better at color correcting now." You mumble.

Ochaco crosses her arms in dismay, glaring at you.

"Oh, come on, guys! I'm sorry, I made an honest mistake!" You whine, "This is the last time, I promise!"

"How the hell do you mistakenly fuck Katsuki Bakugou?" Momo chastises, her glare feeling like multiple knives stabbing you in the same place. Just in different angles. And they're all on fire.

"Look, our agencies had a meeting, the both of us were the last ones to leave the room-"

"So you fucked him?" Momo summarizes.

Before you even get a word out, Izuku cuts in. "Isn't it weird how Kacchan is very vocal about his hate for you and yet he still goes back everytime your paths cross?"

"I think 'hate' is too much of a strong word." Tsuyu voices her thoughts.

"No it's not. And if you think it is, you can shove that opinion up your ass. He hates me and I hate him. That's just simple facts." You frown, heart softening at the sight of Tsuyu dejected.

You hold your hand up at her, "Sorry- sorry Tsu. I just- it's been a rough week." You sigh.

"You mean a rough night?" Tenya cackles, making you shift your glare at him.

"That's one, Iida." You bite out.

"You claim you hate him, yet you still bed him." Shoto points out, sipping on his green tea. "I wonder why that is."

Yet again, right before you could defend yourself, your friends begin to jump at you.

"It's cause her favorite color's red." Momo jokes.

Ochaco shakes her head, "No, I'm pretty sure she once claimed to be a flagpole."

Kyoka, who's been silent all this time, spits her drink. "Nah, nah. She just likes to see how red the flag gets." She laughs, punching soft jabs at your arm as you glare at her.

"Alright, you know what! I'm not gonna stand for this!" You slam your palms on the table, standing from your seat. "I'm a good person, alright?! If I every treat you like shit, then that's on you. You provoked me."

Shoto raises a brow at you. "And what does it mean if you tolerate being treated like shit?"

The table is silent for a moment before your narrow your eyes at the hero, "Shut the fuck up and drink your tea." You sneer, sitting back down, crossing your arms and legs.

Just as the topic shifts to another, the cafe's bell rings, announcing someone's arrival. Your eyes train to the sound, widening at the sight of familiar red hair. His eyes scan the room before falling on your table, a wide, spiky smile stretching across his face. "Hey guys! Didn't know you all would be here!"

"Hey Eiji!" You smile back at him, allowing him to engulf you in a big hug.

A hand appears on his bicep, squeezing it tightly. "Hands to yourself." Katsuki's voice rumbles from behind the red head.

"Don't tell him what to do." You glower at the blond, arms tightening around his best friend's waist in defiance. You look up at Eijiro with wide, pleading eyes. "Hug me, Eij." You pout.

You can feel everyone's stares at you as Eijirou raises a brow in question. You ignore the fuming Katsuki behind him, softly squeezing his back in encouragement. Eijirou sighs, gently pushing you away. "Sorry babe, I don't wanna get in between whatever bullshit you and Bakubro are into."

Your table cackles as you roll your eyes at the red head.

"I have work to finish." You take your bag and your drink as it's still halfway full. "I'll see you guys soon." Without making eyecontact with anyone, you swiftly leave the cafe.

You take out a cigarette from your purse, keeping it between your mouth as you blindly search for your lighter. "Fuck." You curse, turning a corner. Now away from curious eyes, you begin shuffling throigh the numerous shit inside your little purse until a hand grabs your shoulder.

Immediately out into fight mode, you grab onto the person's forearm, about to throw them into a body slam but their actions are quick. You're spun around and slammed into the wall behind you, your eyes falling on familiar vermilion orbs.

"What do you want, Katsuki?" Your eyes narrowed and tone sharp, you attempt to break free from his hold, but the numerous times you've tried this in bed reminds you you're simply wasting your energy.

"You ignore me after the night we had? You hurt my feelings, princess." He smirks, moving his head towards you. "Don't fucking call me that." You spit. "And so what if I do? You don't control me."

"A few nights together tells me I do, actually."

Your nape burns at his statement.

"Keep talking like that and I'll remind you just how flammable your penthouse is." Your threat falls on deaf ears as he presses his body against yours. His lips press against your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell. "You gotta stop using this shit." He plucks the cigarette out of your mouth, crushing it between his fingers.

"I take it cause of you. You stress me the fuck out." Your menacing look is exchanged with a raised brow.

"And you think that little attitude of yours doesn't give me headaches?" He scoffs, apparently appalled by this personality of yours he's already familiar with.

You smile sweetly, "Your prettiest headache, right?"

Katsuki freezes at your question, surprisingly stumped before it resumes to his usual frown. He lets go of you, his fierce stare stuck on you for a few moments before he clicks his tongue and walks away.

"Hell's his problem?" You mutter, taking your pack of cigarettes once more. As you hold a stick between your fingers, you stare at it for a moment, nibbling on your lip in contemplation before sighing. You place the stick back inside the pack, returning it inside your purse before leaving the narrow alley.

The hero's gala is filled with sparkling dresses and pressed suits. You're stuck in a conversation with some foreigner hero, laughing and nodding at the right time, and only talking when you actually listen to whatever he's saying.

You can't help but scan the room for a familiar blond. Yeah, the invitation said you could bring a plus one, but he won't actually bring someone, right? He simply isn't the type.

"And how is hero work here in Japan? Ever thought of moving to a different country?" You look up at the hero in question. "I enjoy the work I do here, so no, I've never thought to emigrate, but maybe I will in the future. We never know." You shrug your shoulders, chuckling as he and the other heroes around you laugh boisterously.

You space out, their voices muffled as you swirl the wine in your glass. Bringing it up your lips, you're about to tilt it up when you hear a familiar name from behind you.

"-Bakugou. Or, Dynamight." A feminine voice introduces.

"Of course I know Dynamight! He's one of my favorite heros!" An older male voice replies loudly.

You furrow your brows, turning around. Just as expected, you come face to face with Katsuki. The suit looks impeccable on him, buttons fighting for their lives to keep the shirt closed and the arm sleeves barely containing his meaty biceps.

His eyes drop on yours, bored and uninterested. Your stare shifts to the beautiful brunette in his arms. Unsure whether it's jealousy or anger, or simply just hurt and betrayal that's making your blood boil, you softly excuse yourself from the guests around you.

Without another look back, you make your way to the balcony, taking a deep breath of the cold night air.

Annoyed.

Exactly, I'm annoyed to see him. His face is annoying, that's why I was pissy.

You're really just convincing yourself at this point.

Looking out into the mountain ranges that overlooks the balcony, you feel a sense of calm and peace. The tranquility lasts for only a minute until it's shattered once more by the familiar scent of sweet caramel.

"Who'd the unlucky guy you brought?" He asks, taking up the space beside you. Huffing in annoyance, you roll your eyes at nothing.

"For your information, if I did bring anyone tonight, it'd be the best night of their life."

Katsuki furrows his brows, glancing at you with confusion written all over his space. "You, on the other hand, seems to have made it your goal to ruin that poor girl's night." You face him, memorizing his fazed expression before turning back towards the double doors.

"She's beautiful, make sure she enjoys the party."

And with that, you step away from him. Except you try/ to, when he grabs your wrist, spinning you back around.

"Why didn't you bring a date?" You raise a brow at his question, rolling your eyes as you attempt to free your wrist from his grasp.

"Is it any of your business? Let go!" You demand, pulling your wrist from him as hard as you can. Katsuki doesn't budge, his chest rising and falling furiously as his eyes penetrate yours.

"Katsuki, I said let go-"

"Did you want it to be me?" He asks, shoving his face towards yours.

"You- what?" You tilt your head in confusion, "No!" You lie. "Of course not!"

"Liar."

Fury swirls in your stomach as you raise your hand, slapping him across the face. His grip loosens, taken aback.

You stand there, one arm suspended in the air and the other folded against your chest. A red mark begins to bloom on his cheek.

Swallowing harshly, you take him by his collar, pulling him against you as you press your lips together. Immediately, Katsuki kisses back feverishly, hands moving all over your body. One hand squeezes your waist while the other grabs your ass, pulling your ody towards his. He backs you up against the balustrade, both hands moving up your sides, embracing tightly you as if you were gonna slip from his arms any second.

You run your hands up his chest, scratching your nails up his nape until they bury themselves into his hair. His tongue dances with yours in a consuming, desperate song. He tastes of sweet wine and chocolate, your senses hightening, making your head grow light.

He pulls away, your breaths clashing with each other as you you look up into his eyes. They scream with devastation and anguish, it makes you question everything he's done to you in the past.

His hands begin to frantically undo his belt, your eyes widening as you look behind him. The curtains were drawn to cover the glass doors, probably to hide the fact that this balcony existed. But it'll only take one swipe and everyone inside would see the both of you in this state.

"Katsuki, I don't think-"

"Shut the fuck up and open your legs." He growls, using his thigh to part them. The second he makes contact with your pulsing cunt, all reason flies out your brain through a needy moan.

You look down between the both of you, watching him pump his cock once, twice, spreading his precum all over his member before he positions himself to be right infront of your hole.

You nibble on your lower lip, allowing him to push your panties to the side. Without wasting another moment, Katsuki thrusts his entire length inside you, your teeth drawing blood as you struggle to stay quiet. Katsuki softly brushes his thumb against your cheek, pressing on your lip for you to let go.

"Red looks amazing on you." He says, eyeing the blood staining your lip. Without pausing his hips, he lowers his lips down to yours, tongue peeking out as he brushes it against the crimson.

"Fuck, you make me crazy." He mutters, pulling back. He grabs the backs of your thighs, pulling them to his hips as he fucks you harder, faster.

You grab onto his shoulder for support, digging your nails onto his shoulder as your back arches. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah Katsuki." You breathe out, slowly leaning back. Your hair bounces and trickles behind you until they're completely hanging off.

"God, this pussy should be classified as a drug." He grunts, his pace rougher now. "Can't seem to fucking quit it."

The balustrade can only be so wide, it can only accompany your ass and lower back. As you try to pull yourself back up, Katsuki wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you back.

"Katsuki!" You manage to breathe out, his grip straining. "I'm gonna fall!" You wheeze, clawing at his arm as he continues to fuck you with abandon.

"Imagine that." He smirks, leaning over. "Once I let go, you fall fifty feet. Legs still wide open and my cum dripping out of you."

Your eyes widen as the blond bites and nips at your chest, pulling the dress down to reveal your breasts. He takes a nipple inside your mouth, sucking on it harshly as his gaze glue themselves on you. Your eyelids flutter and your walls clamp down on his cock, the stimulation burning a fire of euphoria in your belly.

"Like that, huh? Like it when I hold your life in my hand?" He chuckles darkly, repeating his action to your other tit. The slapping of his skin against yours fill the balcony, the erotic sound filling your head with bliss as you forget about the life or death situation the hero has put you in, chasing your own high instead.

"That's it, fucking come for me princess." He pinches your clit, ripping an orgasm out of you. Your thighs clench together around his hips as your head tips over. You watch the world in an upside down manner as waves upon waves of ecstacy drift throughout your body.

As the feeling recedes, you're being pulled from danger and dropped onto the floor, the sticky and warm feeling of cum dripping down your inner thighs.

"Asshole." You growl at the blond fixing his pants.

You follow him, pulling your panties and dress back in place before holding onto the railings for support as you begin to stand up.

Katsuki stares at you for a moment, eyes looking desperate, as if he wants to say something, before averting his gaze. He clears his throat, clenching his hand into a fist then walks off without a word, leaving you in the balcony.

It's cold.

You're alone.

And you feel like crap.

You lean on the railing for a moment, wondering to yourself why you can't leave whatever this relationship you have with Katsuki. It isn't healthy at all.

You want a man who'll cook breakfast for you after sex, someone who'll clean you up and give you snuggles. Someone who cares about what you think and say.

"Oh, hey you." Your head flicks up at the new voice, your sights one Shinsou as he exits the ballroom. His hair is combed back, a simple suit on and in his hand is a sparkling glass of champagne.

"Ah, hey." You wipe off the tear you didn't realize fell. You turn around, a weak attempt to hide your welling eyes from him.

"You okay?" He asks, taking over the space Katsuki had just stood in before fucking you up.

"Ah, yeah. I'm fine." You chuckle nervously, pressing your lips together as you continue wiping off multiple tears that stream down on their own.

Shinsou stares at you before turning his gaze towards the mountains.

It's still quiet and peaceful. Shinsou doesn't disrupt the tranquility like Katsuki does. And he doesn't push or order you to tell him what's on your mind—he simply just stands there, waiting for you to finish.

"Actually-" You sniff, "I'm not okay."

"I gathered that." He takes a sip of his champagne.

You chuckle at your pathetic state, fidgeting.

"I keep going for shitty guys." Your lower lip wobbles, "And I don't know why. My therapist says they're simply my pattern, but I can never understand the root cause of it." You squint, remembering all the painful memories of the jerks you used to date. And the one jerk you can't seem to let go of.

"Maybe it's cause you think you don't deserve better." Shinsou places his now empty glass on the marble balustrade, turning his head towards you. "What is it you want?"

You look into the distance, your teeth playing with your lower lip as the pain from before resurfaces.

"I want a good guy. Someone who takes care of me, listens to me. Someone who shuts the fuck up for once." You chuckle, turning to Shinsou.

The man already has his body facing directly at you, flashing you a rare smile. "And Katsuki Bakugou isn't that for you."

Your brows curl in disappointment, "But I want him-"

Shinsou softly places his thumb on your lips, effectively shutting you up. "Leave him alone before the big man up there takes away that choice."

Your eyes widen, hand moving to your belly.

"You're an amazing woman. You'll find the right person to... shut the fuck up and listens to you." His smile grows wider before he takes his hand back, stepping away from you and returning inside.

You blink once, twice, before letting out a tired sigh. Just as you're about to return inside, you notice a piece of paper underneath Shinsou's empty champagne glass.

He'd scribbled his number on it. When? You have no idea. But he must have inserted it while you were busy gazing at nothing. You pull it off, inspecting it.

Should I take this chance? Call him tomorrow, maybe?

"He'll bore you." A deep and gravelly voice you know all too well sounds from behind you, making you freeze. The paper is plucked from your fingers as Katsuki moves toward you, his face right beside yours. The both of you look at the numbers scribbled on the paper.

"And you deserve someone who'll keep you on your toes."

"Being in a healthy relationship wouldn't be boring, it'd be peaceful." You say, trying to convince yourself.

"You don't want peace, princess. You wanna see the red flags in shapes of hearts." He whispers into your ear, making you swallow hard.

"You're not a fucking carnival, Katsuki." You grit out.

"But you love the rides I offer." He chuckles, making your head snap towards him.

"Shinsou will treat me the way I deserve." You defend.

"He won't treat you the way you want, princess. How you truly want it. You go with him and ten years later you're sitting at home taking care of one and a half kids, with a white picket fence around your house as you wait for Mind Control to get home." He talks as if he can see the future. "Is that what you want?"

The picture he painted terrifies you.

Your eyes return to the paper in the blond's grasp.

"I'll answer that for you." He whispers, pressing a kiss against your neck as multiple tiny explosions go off on his palm, effectively burning the small paper.

He wraps an arm around your center, pulling your body onto his as he licks your neck. "You're never getting rid of me, princess. I'm gonna ruin your life the same way you ruined mine."

"You just hate progression, don't you?" Momo raises a brow as she stares at the marks on your neck. You didn't bother to cover them up this time—she'll still be able to spot them.

"More like she's regressing." Tenya jabs, making you pinch his side. He exclaims in pain, going on a tangent about how you shouldn't do that while you tune him out, looking out through the glass window.

"I'm bored." You yawn.

"And Katsuki Bakugou isn't the game you wanna play." Kiyoka deadpans, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I beg to differ. I simply haven't learned the cheat codes yet." You smile, taking your iced caramel macchiato.

"I'll tell you the codes—unplug the damn game and get another one." Izuku sighs tiredly, leaning back into his seat. "I swear, one day you're gonna end up killing the dude cause you found out he fucked a different girl."

You giggle, leaning into Tenya, taking a sip out of your coffee.

"And you didn't give Shinsou a chance?" Tsuyu asks, taking a bite out of her cake. The corners of your lips pull into a frown as you shake your head. "Nah, I memorized his number and sent him a text last night. We're meeting for drinks later."

Momo's eyes widen as Ochako looks at you with bewilderment. "What-" Ochako stutters, "I'm confused. Are the both of you going on a date?"

"What? No!" You giggle, "We're having drinks as friends! Thought maybe I should expand my circle. I don't wanna keep getting shit from you guys." You roll your eyes.

"Uhuh..." Izuku draws out, "And how does Kacchan feel about this?"

"He doesn't need to know." You place a finger against your lips.

Momo's eyebrows raise, impressed by your reply. "You're learning a lot from him, huh? Doesn't seem like something I want you to be doing."

You simply shrug, returning your gaze outside as you tilt your head up. Past the waving leaves of the trees, is a window. You smirk as you think about how Katsuki must take you for an idiot. Your phone vibrates beside you and you lift it, the screen instantly lighting up to show a notification form 'settings' with the settings picture on the side. You smile, clicking on it.

Settings: Since when did you notice?

You: Ever since we got here.

You: Stick to being a hero, Katsuki. You're not very good at trailing people.

Settings: Shut the fuck up

Your turn your phone off before returning your attention to your friends, butterflies erupting in your stomach, extremely excited at what's to come in the near future.

Sure thing is, you won't be taking care of one and a half babies for sure.

[silverynight]

Underworld

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Part XXIV

Spending time with his Katsuki is one of his favorite things in the world; Izuku loves to have the god in his field, even if it's just for a while.

"I brought you something, Izuku," Katsuki whispers, looking slightly flustered again.

The demigod wants to tell him that there's no need to bring him stuff, his company is more than enough to make Izuku happy, but he also can tell that giving him gifts is important to Katsuki for some reason.

"Here."

Izuku gasps; the dress Katsuki is holding is not only beautiful it looks like it belongs to a queen.

"Are you sure?" He blushes again, taking the dress and looking at it closely.

"You don't like it?" Katsuki looks worried now and a little bit sad. "Sorry I–"

"No, no!" Izuku pulls it closer to his chest before Katsuki can take it away. "I love it! What I meant is... isn't it too much? For someone like me–"

The king of the underworld doesn't let him finish, he cradles Izuku's face in his hands and looks back at him like he's the most precious thing in the world.

"You deserve everything you could possibly want, Izuku."

The green haired demigod notices that he's tearing up, but it's too late to stop it now. This is not fair, how is he going to see Katsuki just as a friend if he keeps saying things like that?

"You're such a crybaby," Katsuki grins, wiping Izuku's tears off with his thumbs.

"This is your fault!" Izuku smiles back. "You say the sweetest things!"

Katsuki turns slightly pink then and Izuku is glad he's not the only one flustered for once.

"I say ridiculous shit all the time because I love you! I can't help it!"

Both of them freeze at Katsuki's words, Izuku has to pinch himself in order to make sure he's not dreaming.

"Shit! I'm sorry, Izuku! I was planning to confess my feelings for you in a different way. I wanted it to be perfect, dammit! And I wanted to make sure you felt the same. It's alright if you don't–"

Without realizing what he's doing, Izuku pulls Katsuki into his arms and presses their lips together. It's a very quick kiss that lasts a couple of seconds because Izuku panics, mostly because Katsuki doesn't move at all.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan! I should've asked you first!"

Face completely red, Katsuki shakes his head and blinks a couple of times; a wide smile quirks the corners of his lips up and it makes him look like he's absolutely happy.

"You don't have to ask, Izuku."

"Really? But you... I mean you d-don't have to either–"

"Nice, because I wasn't going to." Katsuki grabs Izuku by the waist to pull him close again. The demigod barely has time to gasp and blink when a strong hand grabs him by the chin and makes him look up.

That's when Katsuki kisses him. The hand on his chin moves away quickly and grabs the back of his head for better control; Izuku sighs into the kiss, almost in surrender, right before Katsuki begins to move his lips against his.

He's a hungry kisser; it's almost like he needs to taste every corner of Izuku's lips before his tongue pushes inside his mouth.

He really doesn't mean to moan like that, but he does, much to his embarrassment, although he can feel Katsuki's smirk against his lips as soon as he hears it and only encourages him to keep kissing Izuku.

Katsuki's fingers slide down Izuku's bare back and the mere contact of his fingertips sends shivers through his spine.

"I love you so much, Izuku," the god whispers, lips finally moving away before he presses them against the demigod's cheek.

"Kacchan..." his face is still burning and he's not completely sure what he wants to say now; the lips over his skin are very distracting.

When they find his neck, Izuku closes his eyes and sighs happily. He hopes Katsuki doesn't leave a mark.

"I've always wanted to kiss the freckles on your shoulders," Katsuki confesses in a whisper. "I'm pretty sure I have dreamed about it."

And he does just that, and Izuku is glad he always uses dresses that leave them exposed. When the fingers on his waist press harder and Katsuki tries to pull him even closer, Izuku suddenly remembers that they are in the middle of his field.

So he pushes Katsuki away, gently, but the king of the underworld still pouts at him.

"What are we going to do now?"

"I've been trying to court you for a while now, Izuku," Katsuki mumbles and then he gets slightly surprised when he notices a lot of flowers in bloom around them. "Did you do this?"

Izuku nods, cheeks turning slightly pink, looking away from Katsuki.

The god makes him look back and smirks almost triumphantly, even before he says anything, Izuku knows he has finally realized what's going on.

"Is this because of me?" He can't even hide how pleased he is with the situation. He looks full of himself.

Izuku nods and Katsuki puts both arms around him, lifting him from the ground as he embraces him. He looks so happy about it.

"I want you to become my queen," Katsuki whispers, pressing their foreheads together. "But I know you'll need time to think so... can I keep courting you? Officially this time?"

Izuku beams at him; even though he's worried about what will change in his life when they get married, he can't help but feel excited about being courted by the one he loves.

"Yes."

Katsuki kisses him again and pouts when Izuku pushes him away and reminds him they both have a lot of things to do.

"We have to tell everyone," Katsuki says; it seems it's very important to him that everyone knows for some reason.

"I'll let my mom and my friends know first," Izuku says, hoping his mom approves of it.

"Then we have to talk to Aizawa and All Might," Katsuki adds, although he doesn't look very enthusiastic about it.

Izuku wonders why; those two have been nothing but kind to him, he's sure they'll be happy for him as well as his friends.

He can't wait to tell Uraraka and Todoroki about it.

***

The conversation with his mother is not easy, mostly because he has to explain he's now being courted by the same god that kept him in the underworld for a while.

But Izuku is honest about what he feels and explains the whole story to his mother and how sorry Katsuki was afterwards.

After a while, a couple of bread with cheese and a nice cup of tea, Inko rises from her seat and hugs Izuku.

"I trust your judgment, but you have to bring him here; I'd like to meet him."

He immediately agrees and much to his relief it seems like his mother is willing to give Katsuki a chance.

For a moment, he thinks he'll get to tell Aizawa first (because he's there almost every day to train Izuku) but Uraraka ends up paying a visit to him that very evening.

His friend guesses it almost right away; Izuku can't see himself but Uraraka notices the soft blush on his cheeks, the glimmer in his emerald eyes, the smile that lights up his whole face and she knows this has to be about love.

When he finally tells her she sighs, but she manages to smile at him after a couple of seconds.

"I'm happy for you, I truly am," she says then. "Because it was clear for a while that you were in love with him and even though I didn't like what he did, he must be actually nice if you talk about him like that."

Uraraka relaxes after a while and asks Izuku about the kiss, teasing him a bit when he turns completely red. Then they talk about Izuku's training and what happened with Endeavor because she had no idea; Izuku hadn't seen her in a while.

"Please don't tell anyone about that; I don't want to cause any more problems."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed," she promises with a kind smile. "Although I think Todoroki deserves to know how awful his father truly is."

"I'm sure he already knows that without me telling him what happened," Izuku argues back, prompting Uraraka to chuckle.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Based on what Todoroki has said, his father is awful most of the time."

She looks away for a moment right before sitting under a tree; Izuku sits next to her. She looks quite tense again.

"Have you told Todoroki about the courtship?"

"Not yet, but as soon as I see–"

"Wait." Uraraka cuts him off, looking concerned. "Just... maybe you should wait a little bit. You need to think about how to prepare him for the news; this will be painful for him."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"Seriously, Izuku?" Uraraka rolls her eyes before pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I mean I know Todoroki doesn't like Kacchan, but he promised to at least be civil around him from now on," he mumbles, still confused about his friend's reaction. "I know he won't like the idea of Kacchan courting me, but I don't think it'd be painful for him. That sounds a bit extreme..."

Uraraka's lips part on their own as if a few words wanted to escape from them, but she closes her mouth quickly before shaking her head.

"Just... please wait and try to think about how to tell him kindly, alright?"

Izuku nods and she manages to relax somewhat, although the concern is still clearly written all over her face.

She's probably overreacting. Todoroki will eventually understand after Izuku explains to him how he feels about Katsuki.

***

You can read part XXV, part XXVI, part XXVII, part XXVIII, part XXIX and part XXX on my Patreon already.

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Seek and Destroy - Squealing Santa 2K23

A/N: surpriiiiise @chibisstuff!! I'm your squealing santa this year! I hope you love your gift <3 happy holidays! 🎁

Characters: lee!Deku, lee!Kaminari, ler!Bakugou

Chapter 1 - Tough Spot

Summary: Bakugou's ler mood has gotten out of control and Deku happens to be pass by at just the right wrong moment.

Katsuki had an itch. An itch to destroy. He’d been pacing back and forth trying to come up with a way to rid himself of his desires, but he was out of luck. There’s really no other way to satiate the desire to tickle someone into oblivion without actually tickling someone into oblivion.

The next poor soul to pass by was in for a wrecking of a lifetime. And lo and behold, a certain green-haired, freckled boy happened to enter the common room at just the wrong moment.

Perfect, Katsuki thought. “Oi, nerd.”

“Oh! Hi, Kacchan! What is it?”

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

“Okay!”

Katsuki led Izuku to his dorm room. Kacchan never lets anyone into his room, except for Kirishima on occasion, Izuku thought. He must be serious.

Katsuki opened the door and said, “Wait on the bed for a sec.”

Izuku nodded and hopped up onto Katsuki’s bed. He waited patiently while Katsuki rummaged around in his closet for something. He pulled out a red tie.

Izuku cocked his head in confusion. “...A tie? I didn’t know you even owned one of those.”

“Watch it, nerd. Just hold still, will ya?”

“O-okay.”

Katsuki walked over to the bed, grabbing Izuku’s wrists and tying them to the headboard.

“Um, Kacchan? What are you doing?”

“Do I have to grab a second one to shut your damn trap? Stop asking questions.”

“N-no! Sorry!”

After Katsuki finished tying off a secure knot, he furrowed his brow and placed his head in his hand. He sighed. “So, I lied, but I know you’re not going to hate this, so you really don’t have anything to be mad about.”

Izuku started to shake nervously as Katsuki climbed up on top of him. “I know you can free yourself if you really can’t take it anymore, so… just do that if you need, alright?”

“I-I still don’t know what you’re talking abahahAHA! W-wahahahahait!”

“No can do.”

“Whyhyhyhyhy!?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just… just try to enjoy it. I know you like this anyways.”

Katsuki could feel a fire light inside of him as soon as got a taste of that delicious laughter. He hated how much he liked doing this, but he knew he’d never get this urge to go away unless he acted on it. Besides, out of all the possible victims, he knew this one wouldn’t mind.

“Ehehe pfftahahahaha! S-stahahahahahap!”

“Oh come on, you can take it.”

Katsuki dug into Izuku’s ribcage, sporadically traveling up into his underarms. Izuku wiggled back and forth beneath Katsuki, but he really couldn’t move much with his arms restrained and his legs trapped. As Katsuki fully succumbed to his desires, his focused, mildly disgruntled expression slowly turned into an enraptured leer.

“aaAAAAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Izuku screamed as Katsuki dug into his hips.

God, his laughter was intoxicating.

“AIIEEEHEHEYAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHI- *snort* I CAHAHAHA- *hic* KAHACCHAHAHAA!!”

Katsuki reluctantly stopped for a moment when Izuku’s laughter went silent. Izuku panted, dazed, buzzing with a leftover tingly feeling.

“Wh-why,” he started, “Why are you doing this?”

“I-” Katsuki paused. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Are you sure?” Izuku questioned, gazing up at him with those big, green doe eyes.

Katsuki hesitated a second too long. The slightest hint of a rosy hue spread across his cheeks as he said, “I just… I get these urges sometimes. I don’t know where they come from or why they happen, but it makes me want to… Argh! It makes me wanna tickle someone so badly.”

Izuku’s eyes widened.

“And I can’t get rid of it! I can’t get rid of it until I, y’know, actually do it. You happened to be walking by right as it was getting to a point where I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I…”

“I get it.”

“You- You do?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well… Good. Now don’t go blabbing about it to anyone, alright?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good.”

…

“So, a-are you done, or…?”

Katsuki looked away. His palm crackled like a firecracker as his face turned a shade redder. Finally, he closed his fist and asked, “Can you take a bit more?”

Izuku took a deep breath.

“Go for it.”

Chapter 2 - Heady Pursuit

Summary: Denki overhears what happened yesterday and gets extremely jealous. So, what else is there to do than to provoke Bakugou until he gets what he wants?

What on earth is all that noise about? Denki thought. Bored, he decided to investigate. He took the elevator from the third to the fourth floor, where he thought he heard the ruckus coming from.

“Of course it’s Bakugou,” he said to himself as he walked closer to the blonde’s dorm.

“EEEYAHAHA! NOOHOHOHOooaAAHHAHAHAHA! NOT THE FEHEHEET!! PLEASE KACCHAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!”

…Feet? Is that Deku?

“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!” Denki heard Izuku scream.

“You said you could take it, now take it!” came Katsuki’s reply.

“IHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!”

“No shit it tickles, dumbass!”

Denki’s face went beet red. So that’s what they were doing. He should have guessed—Mr. Smiley can’t even make Deku laugh that loud. Denki could feel static building up in his hair. He shook it off and marched back towards the elevator.

Nothing was working. Denki had been dropping hints all day, making playful remarks, stretching in front of Katsuki so that his midriff was showing, even laying in his lap (and promptly getting told to “fuck off”). But he had to keep trying.

“Oiiiii Kacchan!”

“The hell d’you want?”

“Want? I don’t want anything, I’m just saying hello!”

“Yeah, sure.”

Crap! Was he really that obvious?

“A-anyway,” Denki continued, “Kirishima and I are going to the gym later, if you want to join?”

“Nah, already went.”

“Oh, okay! In that case, would you mind helping me with this new move I’ve been working on? I need someone to practice it with, and-”

“Do it with Kirishima.”

“But it’s up in the air! Kirishima can only help me practice stuff on the ground! It’s called the uh, something or other volt maneuver!”

“You’re insane.”

“Oh c’mon, pleeeaaase?”

“No.”

“Pleeeeaaaase?”

“No.”

“At least let me show you! I get a running start like this,” Denki explained, running in place, “Jump up real high, do a couple flips and then come crashing down with my arms out, like this!”

As Denki whipped out his arms and pointed his finger guns towards Katsuki, he “accidentally” let out a small bolt of electricity (only about as strong as the electrostatic shocks you get on a particularly dry day), zapping him in the arm.

“...Oops.”

“DUNCE FACE—”

“AAAHHHHH!” Denki shrieked and bolted.

Katsuki was hot on his tail, and Denki could feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he scrambled around the common room, knowing that he could only evade the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight for so long.

“COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!”

“NOOO!”

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

Denki decided his best bet was to make a run for the front door.

“ONLY IF YOU CATCH-WaAHH!” Denki yelped as Katsuki swiftly tackled him into the grass.

Katsuki had him pinned. “What do you have to say for yourself, haah?”

“Uhm…”

“Nothing?”

Denki pursed his lips and shook his head.

Katsuki sighed. “You know what? I’m feeling nice today. I’m gonna let you off the hook.”

“What? Why!?”

“...Why do you sound so upset by that?”

“I-I’m not upset, haha, y-yay!” Denki stuttered, sweating nervously.

“Seriously, what has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Oh, h-have I? I hadn’t noticed…”

The two stared at each other for a moment.

“S-so are you gonna let me go?”

“Not until you tell me what’s up.”

“N-nothing’s up! Nothing at all!”

“Not gonna fess up? Good thing I know how to make losers like you talk.”

Denki saw an unmistakable glint in Katsuki’s eye. He shivered.

“W-wait, BakugAAHAHAHA!”

Katsuki wasted no time in shoving his hands right up into Denki’s underarms, vibrating his fingers against him.

“EEHEHE STAHAHAHAHA!” Denki laughed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Nuh-uh, you asked for this.”

Katsuki was thorough—he fluttered his fingers against Denki’s ears and neck, pinched up and down his sides, skillfully rubbed his thumbs into his ribs, massaged his hips, and even squeezed his thighs—constantly making him jump and yelp in surprise. Finally, he reached back to squeeze above and skitter his fingers underneath Denki’s knees.

“AAAAIIIEEHEHE NONONONONO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” 

Denki laughed and laughed and laughed, banging his fist on the ground. He thrashed about as much as he could, making a futile attempt to escape. He was at his limit.

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, ALRIHAHAHAHAIGHT! I’LL TALK I’LL TAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA!!”

“Took you long enough. You have more stamina than I thought.”

“I- ehehe… I wanted, I wanted you to, to t-tickle me.”

“...You’re kidding.”

“P-please don’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad.”

“Oh, thank God…”

“You could have just asked, y’know?”

“I-I didn’t know how you’d react…”

“So you decided to annoy me all day instead?”

Denki nodded.

Katsuki sighed. “For future reference, I’d be more than happy to take you up on that request. Any time you want.”

[akataiii]

Trouble in paradise (An idea I got while I was washing the dishes)

It was a peaceful day at Heights Alliance. Everyone in class 1-A was full of new life now that exams had concluded, and they had some much-needed downtime. 

That is– it was peaceful until…

“DENKI KAMINARI!”

Denki bolts up from where he was lounging on the floor of Sero’s room, eyes widening upon realizing that he was completely and utterly screwed.

“I’m in trouble,” is all he says, staring at the door to Sero’s room, expecting it to be thrown open at any given moment.

“Dude,” Sero whispers, looking over at his friend in concern from his spot on the bed. “What did you do?”

“I may or may not have…” Denki starts, voice trailing off into a jumbled mutter as he looks guiltily to the floor.

“Speak up,” Mina calls from Denki’s right, now also sounding mildly concerned. 

“I may or may not have gone into Y/N’s room!” He admits, and at the exact moment that the words leave his lips, Sero’s door is thrown open with a violent bang, effectively shutting the entire group up. In the doorway stands Y/N, Denki’s (usually) loving girlfriend, although she doesn’t look very loving at the moment.

“I’m so glad you’re taking responsibility for your actions,” Y/N says, voice steady and firm. A telltale sign that she was very, very angry. 

“Nice knowing you, bud,” Sero says solemnly, watching as the shitshow that is Y/N starts to approach Denki. 

The blonde has already sprung to his feet, holding his hands up in surrender as he’s backed up against the wall. 

“Hi Y/N. My love, my darling dearest,” Denki squeaks, yelping when his back hits the wall.

“Don’t darling me, Kaminari,” Y/N grits out, bringing her fist up threateningly in front of the blonde’s face. 

He lets out a nervous chuckle, shooting a pleading look over the girl’s shoulder at his group of friends, who were all staring back at him with identical looks of sympathy. They weren’t going to lift a finger to help him. Traitors.

“Oh my god!” Denki yells with the most dramatic gasp the world has ever heard, pointing a finger behind Y/N. “Is that Mister Aizawa in a Hawaiian skirt?”

Much to Denki’s immense relief, Y/N spins her head around to look at where he was pointing, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip away and bolt out the door and down the hallway.

He can hear the distant yell of Y/N behind him, shouting something along the lines of ‘So dead, Denki Kaminari,’ but honestly, he’s too busy running to catch the exact words.

He foregoes the elevator, knowing the stairs would be much more in his favor right about now. So, he bounds down the stairs leading from the fifth floor, skipping over some steps, and nearly losing an ankle in the process. 

He makes it to the fourth floor with his bones intact, taking a quick moment to catch his breath before he’s forced to sprint across the hall for the next set of stairs. Honestly, he needs to have a serious word with Principal Nezu, because in what part of the brilliant little mouse brain did he think it was a good idea to have the stairs alternating sides?

“Where are you, you little shit!?” Comes Y/N/’s voice again, eerily close to where Denki was currently standing. With a stangled cry, he jumps back into motion and starts his trek across the hall, using it like his own personal track field.

In his pursuit to the finish line, he passes Bakugou’s door, which swings open to reveal a very irritated-looking blonde and a concerned red head by his side. 

"Pikachu, what in the actual fuck are you–” Bakugou scolds, about to start on one of his usual tirades, but Denki cuts him off.

“Hey Kacchan. Hey Kiri. Sorry, can’t chat. Gotta run!” He rushes out in his passing, picking up his pace when he spots Y/N at the foot of the stairs behind him. 

He’s already halfway down the stairs to the third floor when he hears, “Get back here, you human sparkplug!” from Y/N.

Somewhere, far out of Denki’s earshot range, Bakugou and Kirishima are standing stunned in Bakugou’s doorway, blinking dumbly at the sight they just witnessed. 

“You think we should step in?” Kirishima asks with his brows furrowed in concern.

“Nah,” Bakugou answers, slowly swinging his door shut. “Best to leave it this time ‘round.”

Denki doesn’t make it to the second floor, instead being tackled to the ground by Y/N halfway on his road to escape. 

“You better have a very good explanation, or else you’ll be looking like Midoriya when I’m done with you,” Y/N threatens, pinning Denki down with a glare and a fist raised and buzzing with her quirk’s energy.

Denki goes to cover his face, rushing out an, “I’m so sorry!” in the hope that he’ll be able to see the light of another day.

“Enough apologizing. Explain,” Y/N grits out, lowering her fist closer to Denki’s hidden face and tightening her grip on the front of his shirt.

“I was just curious,” Denki cries, shrinking away from Y/N’s enclosing fist.

A few tense moments pass in which Denki prays to any deity that’s able to hear his pleas, before Y/N eventually lets out a heavy sigh and deactivates her quirk, letting the energy fizzle out as she sits back on her heels.

"Look, Denki,” she starts, and the blonde looks up at her, slowly lowering his hands from his face. “It’s not that I don’t trust you– because I do.”

Denki shoots her a grateful smile, which is easily returned, albeit a bit strained. Y/N averts her gaze from Denki’s, cradling her hands in her lap and picking at her fingers.

“I’m just worried about you, is all,” she admits. “I don’t want you to go into my room, because it contains a lot of equipment that’s especially sensitive to electricity. I don’t want you to accidentally get hurt.”

Understanding dawns on Denki, and he suddenly feels very guilty for causing Y/N so much worry. He reaches a hand up to cup her cheek and turn her head so she’s looking at him, and her eyes are filled with so much care and concern for him, causing Denki’s heart to swell with affection. Despite her frequent anger fits, she really is a loving girlfriend, and Denki couldn’t be happier to call her his.

“I promise I’ll stay out of there from on,” he assures, shooting her a comforting smile and stroking a thumb across her cheek. Y/N leans into the touch, nuzzling her cheek against his palm and placing a featherlight kiss there. 

“Sorry for tackling you,” Y/N eventually apologizes, pulling Denki to his feet.

“No worries,” he says, flashing her another grin. “Not like I have any more brain cells to lose.”

“You’re not an idiot, Denks,” she chides as they start their walk back to Sero’s room, intent on spending the rest of the afternoon in the peaceful atmosphere. 

. . .

Okay, Denki can’t help but tease her on her angry outburst at least a little. So, with a playful nudge against Y/N’s shoulder, he asks, “Have you been hanging around Bakugou recently?” 

“HUH!?”

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Heya! I was wondering if I could request something if its not too much of a bother. Could you possibly do a Bakugou x reader, where he noms them to protect them when their shrinking quirk gets out of control and they get stuck at like half an inch in height? If not, I hope you have a lovely day, and stay safe out there! ^^

(Sorry it took awhile to get to your request. I’ve been stressed out the last few days and I wanted to get information out for the Hashiras in my AU. I had a lot of fun with this fic and I love how this is my first MHA fic! I hope you enjoy it!)

Improvising a Rescue

(A Bakugo Soft Vore Fic)

Warnings: light swearing and soft vore

The Earth felt like it was shaking around you. You were assigned to go with Izuku and Bakugo to investigate suspicious activity in an abandoned apartment. While Izuku and Bakugo were the muscle of the group, you were the one responsible for safely capturing the culprits. Your shrinking quirk made that incredibly easy, however there was a drawback.

If you exhausted your quirk, there was a good chance that it could backfire..and that’s exactly what happened. “Y/N! I’ve got one of them!” Izuku yelled as he held down the struggling criminal. You ran towards him and set your hands on the criminal’s chest. “Ready?” Izuku held him tighter. “Ready!” You yelled.

A bright blue light shone through the room. Izuku covered his eyes from the light. When he opened them, he was still holding the struggling criminal. “God damn heroes!” He yelled as he tried to push Izuku away. “Huh?” Deku squeaked as he pushed the criminal against the wall. “Y/N! What happened?”

You fell against your back. “Oof!” You say up once again then a loud thud came from next to you. You looked over to see a giant red shoe. “What the-?” It was then that you realized that you were a half inch tall.

“Deku! Deku!” You tried calling out, but it was no use. He couldn’t hear your tiny voice. “Oh no..” He winced. “Get off me!” The criminal flailed against Izuku’s grip. Deku just sighed and hit him in the back of the neck, knocking him out. He placed the thug against the wall and started to scan the floor. “Y/N, where are you?!”

Everything felt like a major earthquake. At your size, any movement could be sensed. You quickly ran behind a plank of wood and clung to it for dear life. Suddenly a loud stomping sound was coming towards the room. “Where the hell is Y/N?! I’ve been waiting for them for a half hour!” A booming, yet familiar voice yelled.

In came Bakugo with another knocked out crook slung over his shoulder. “I don’t know, Kacchan. They were trying to shrink this criminal I had over here, but I think their quirk must’ve backfired.” Izuku said worriedly. “Ya think?!” Bakugo barked back. He took a deep breath. “Don’t worry. I’ll find them.”

He had around a few other times when your quirk backfired, so he knew exactly what you would do. Bakugo started to look around for any place that could offer you shelter. “Over there.” He pointed to the plank of wood. Bakugo then crouched down and removed the piece of wood.

You jumped when you first saw him moving the board, but you quickly calmed down when you saw that it was just him. “Oh! Bakugo!” You chuckled lightly. “Guess you found me.” A low growl came from him. Bakugo moved his hand closer to you, beckoning for you to come.

Not wanting to anger him any further, you crawled into his oversized palm. He then lifted you up closer to his face. “How many missions have you been on for the last three days?” Bakugo growled. You scratched the back of your neck nervously. “I’ve been on a few..” He narrowed his eyes angrily. “How many?!”

“S-seven.” You fell back out of fright. Bakugo ran his other hand through his hair and growled, “Oh come on! You know you can’t overwork yourself! Why would you do all those missions?” He stared at you with fiery eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” You shook nervously. He took notice of your fear and sighed. “Come on. Let’s get you pouched.” Your eyes widened when you heard this. Although your quirk backfiring is usually very annoying, you did enjoy this part of it.

Bakugo moved you closer to his maw and dropped you inside. You landed on his tongue gently and sat up eagerly. The familiar warmth was very comforting and soothing to you. He slowly tilted his head back and swallowed.

You softly slid into the soft tunnel. Your body was gently carried deeper into Bakugo’s body. It had just enough constriction to hold you still, but it wasn’t suffocating. A few seconds passed and you finally reached his belly.

Bakugo’s stomach was like a small pouch that held you gently. It was soft and plush like a weighted blanket. You moved a bit to get more comfortable and you laid down against the soft flesh. A soft sigh came from the young hero.

“There. I swear you and Deku have the same problem.” Bakugo huffed as he put a hand on his belly. “We’ll just have to carry these criminals ourselves!” Deku said enthusiastically as he slung the other thug on his shoulder.

“Shut up, nerd!” Bakugo picked up the thug that he had. The two heroes made their way through the building’s doors and started the path back to their agencies. “Hey, Bakugo. What exactly were they doing there anyway?”

Bakugo chuckled softly. “They had a meth lab.” “Really?!” Izuku didn’t seem to find it funny. He just seemed concerned. Of course, you chuckled to yourself as you gently rubbed the stomach walls. You listened to the soft heartbeat and gurgles of Bakugo’s body. Slowly but surely, they lulled you into a deep slumber.

[mysteriesmuse]

Houseboat Holiday! Fish Feeding Frenzy 🍽️🫀🐟

“Alright, I’ll leave you kids to it. Let us know when you find a good fishing spot.” you grinned waving a hand, “ok Uncle Masaru!” “Bye Mr. Bakugou!” ———

“yea, yeah, we’ll find the best damn fishing spot . . .”

You turned to Katsuki clad in a tank-top and khakis. His blonde spiky hair rustling in the breeze. Katsuki’s bulky pro hero frame crouched as he had his nose buried into the map. “Pops is just saying that because he knows it’ll take us forever,” he said, red eyes tracing the lines. In the captains chair Izuku grinned, nudging your leg with his elbow, “But it’ll be fun, right Y/N?” Your own lips turned into a smile as Izuku hastily reached up to tuck a fly-away curl of hair off his forehead and back into his transparent plastic All Might visor. “Of course! As long as we can see where we’re going,” you teased. You tucked another stray curl into his hat with your own hand. And he failed at holding in a snicker at the summery additions to your lovely face, to which you appropriately flicked his shoulder for. The outdoors captains station was set on top of the boat. It held all the same equipment as the one downstairs inside the ship. The outdoors station was a nice way to enjoy the nicer weather out at sea. The sparkling sea and just the right amount of sun on your face. This station was set underneath a little shaded fabric roofing.

That didn’t stop Katsuki from forcibly smearing a line of sunscreen across the top of your cheeks and nose. I mean Izuku didn’t even receive any and Katsuki himself only had the touristy line across his nose! Not that anybody would see it within the next hour because he was gonna have his nose buried the entire time as he directed Izuku to what looked like the best fishing spot.

Of course that would always be stopped by your vetoing. You were always mandated to fishing-spot duty because of your quirk . . . and the boys always insisted on joining you. It was obviously a man thing.

——— “Ok. If you move 13 degrees northwest then she’ll be heading straight towards this - “ Kats paused waving a hand around in the air, “it’s some giant seasonal breeding for a bunch a’ fish.” “Aye aye captain.” He saluted. Looking across the dashboard flipping knobs and calibrating the compass. You leaned against the railing staring out at the great big blue that surrounded you, giving a side-eye back, “Isn’t he technically captain right now?” Izuku stammered up, “well I’m still following orders.” “hmm, guess that true,” you hummed, pushing off the railing and scooted over next to Katsuki, “show me where we’re going.” Mr. Grouchy Pants humbly obliged. Well that was certainly new. He leaned in and moved his arms down so you could see it, “We’re heading here now. Should be a lot of fish according to the thick-ass fishing tome in the drawer.” he jutted his thumb over toward the drawers by the captains chair. Izuku perked up to look at y’all hovering over the map, “Kacchan, Are you making a jab at those printed copies of mission statement papers that we had to pack?” “Course I am. Couldn’t get it done before the trip so -“

“- so we had to bring them along. It’s really loooong paperwork,” Izuku made eye contact with you, “luckily we have two missions that we did together in the car and we just copied each other.” “Fascinating, tell. . .” thump-thump. Th. Thuuump. thu. Ump. thump. thump. thump-thump thump.

too many stuttering heartbeats. they all clamored for your attention. all sounding like a stuttering snare. there must be a freaking feeding frenzy happening right under your feet. Right now. “Can I just - oh. my. god.” You yelped, causing Katsuki to flinch right next to you. Kacchan and Izuku both looked at each other with knowing look you missed as you scrambled. You had your hands clamped over your ears. Izuku lifted an arm out of the way for you to jump into his lap. hands still clamped, you shuttered, “swing left, there’s a big feeding frenzy happening right under us.” You sat in his lap. Clenching your eyes shut as you tried not to focus on the murderous assault on your ears. You could feel Izuku hurriedly put his other hand back on the steering wheel and hear how he started flipping all the switches to turn the boat around. You kept your eyes closed and your ear covered. Your senses flooded with bickering atop of . . . everything else . . . well needless to say death amplified was a horrible sound. Katsuki immediately argued, “but we have to go in that direction.” “Grr! Kacchan, lay off.” you flinched, it was uncommon for him to stand up to your friend.

you glimpsed up as Izuku peered down at you with those kind emerald eyes, “are you sure Y/N?” You stared up at them. Katsuki with his arms crossed staring down at you from over Izuku’s shoulder. A blank face. Then in front of you was Izuku. Caring eyes and a slight frown on the corner of his lip. Curly hair dancing behind that goofy fanboy visor that shadowed his face full of freckles in red, blue, and yellow light. there was a reason they called him the next All Might.

. . . But that hat may be a tad much.

——

“yeah I’m sure,” you flinched.

Katsuki raised his eyebrows and puffed a hot stream of air out of his nose that reached the top of your head.

You sighed, “there’s not gonna be any fish left. The sharks or whatever are moving in that direction already.” He huffed again, “alright then. go around for now. Y’er always right.”

——— you sighed, Izuku’s arms circling around you as he finished redirecting the ship. “this is my least favorite part . . .” you mumbled. “me too,” he said, the breeze changed. “I know it must sound terrible.” You peered around to see katsuki burying himself into the map again. You simply nodded and laid your head against his shoulder. and a warm hand came to gently rub up and down you arm. Goosebumps prickled under his hot and calloused touch. Izuku rested his chin on the top of your head, “listen all you want.” A invitation to stay there and focus on the familiar heartbeat underneath your head.

“Want me to talk?” “Go for it! Nerd’s a good rambler.” You rolled your eyes feeling a giant fall against your side as Izuku sighed from Kacchans typical, but not so helpful response. “yes please, what are those big tomes about?” You listened to the rush of air, “well we need to record our missions for dexterity and last week was a nightmare. Some crazy villain-“

“What do ya mean ‘villain’ it was a whole damn drug organization, Deku!” “ok so well it started off as one guy and he led us to the rest of the organization. But we didn’t know it at the time. Happy?” “Ya’ go back to your story. And don’t leave out the good parts.” “Ok, so we come across this one guy. He’s been milling around the mall parking lot for days. There’s this huge van and everything . . . We’ve been watching him for months now . . . has a, um, how do I explain it?” “just say previous record.” “Yea he has a previous record at the local police department. And -“

“Ahem - Deku?” “Right! So y/n what happened before that is actually really important to make the story work . . . “ ——— An oceans breeze tickled your face, a friends hand sanding down your army of goosebumps, a salty tint to the air, a new story told in the most typical “Wonder Duo” fashion. Yourself cozied up on a friends lap, funny colors shading your freckled arm that was still being loving stroked. The funny weight of Deku talking on top of your head. A full cocooning of sound, heartbeat and voice surrounding your preciously sensitive head. The frenzy of stuttering heartbeats fading in the distance as you sailed away.

[kaphyr]

KRDK Excerpt | The Long Defeat Ch 43

“Loving other people without a script is scary. [It] involves being willing to let go of guarantees―and love and trust your partners anyway.” ― Franklin Veaux, More Than Two: A Practical Guide to Ethical Polyamory

Izuku gets fucked. Part 1.

Fic Link: The Long Defeat

KRDK Excerpt

Eijirō has to leave soon.

“How much time is left?” Izuku steals another bite of beef while Eijirō’s looking at his phone.

“Uh… twenty minutes? But I can ask Fujiki-san―my PR―to pick me up from here. So, half an hour?” When Eijirō looks up, he catches Izuku stealing another bite and smiles.

“We should be quick then.”

In less than 10 minutes, they’ve finished eating, piling up all the bowls onto the tray and have wheeled it out. Izuku sets the mood, playing slowed and reverbed music on the surround system and finally, finally, Izuku is sinking down on his cock. 

Izuku wasn’t thinking of taking him to the hilt, but whatever Kacchan did last night left him so soft and open he can even breathe with him all the way up in his lungs. 

“You okay?” Eijirō looks up at him, face slack but for a little frown.

Izuku lifts a little and sinks back down with a moan; his legs are way more sore than he realized. “Yeah, just―” He lifts again, legs trembling a bit, but Eijirō catches him by the hips.

“Wanna lie down instead?”

Izuku bites the inside of his cheek; even if he’s no longer hungover, he’s still tired. “Sorry, it doesn’t hurt, I’m just a little tired, I guess.” He rises and sits back down with a sigh.

“That’s fine; want me to help?” Eijirō repositions his hands and lifts him and―

Oh. Izuku nods and Eijirō pulls him, uses him, like a doll, like a flesh-light― No. ―like he wants him. Like Izuku’s made for him. Like he can’t get enough. 

Red lightning sparkles around him and Izuku breathes out, eyes wide with wonder. He passes a hand through it and even though he’s too slow to catch it, static prickles at his fingertips. 

“De―Deku,” Eijirō calls.

Izuku looks down at him, at where his eyes are so bright. The light hits just right for Izuku to get lost in them. His face is flushed. His lips parted and dewy. In the periphery, it’s like tiny red fireworks.

God, he’s so cute. “Ei,” Izuku calls back.

“I wanna―can I? I wanna cum.” He pulls and lifts and his cock’s so big in Izuku. “You look so―I wanna lay you down and fuck my cum into you.”

Izuku nods and Eijirō lowers him down on his dick and presses them together until they are flush and Izuku’s whining. He flips them over, gently, one hand holding him, the other pressed against the bed―because, of course, Eijirō can easily handle him with just one arm.

Eijirō pulls at his legs and Izuku wraps them around him. “I like how you squeeze when you’re into it.” 

He blushes, squeezes, and Eijirō smiles, biting his lower lip. 

Izuku waits for him to take off the condom, but he doesn’t. He just sinks deep, deep, deep and leans down to take his lips. They half-kiss, half-moan into each other’s mouths. 

Eijirō feels big but not insurmountable. Just fills him up until there’s nothing left, no space even for thoughts. And his kisses are so gentle, so careful―Izuku can’t help but drag his nails down his back. He leans further down, still rocking slow and achingly deep. Kisses down his throat, down his shoulder until Izuku can feel his lips on the bite Kacchan gave him before they went down to the rankings. 

Izuku tries not to breathe too fast, tries to keep moaning as he had, but Eijirō just kisses that bruise and goes back to his neck. Izuku lets out a breath and takes Eijirō’s face in his hands. His eyes are a little unfocused, his lips a little more plump than when he arrived. Izuku kisses him and Eijirō gets a little heavier on him, fucks a little harder and Izuku grunts into his mouth with every thrust. 

Just as they lose rhythm, Eijirō reaches down and strokes at Izuku’s hard dick, hand going unsteady when he groans and grinds against Izuku. Izuku’s dick is still sore from Kacchan torturing it, but the sting feels just as good as it did last night. Eijirō doesn’t stop stroking, doesn’t stop kissing Izuku, not until, he’s digging his nails in his back and squeezing his thighs and shooting cum on both their stomachs.

Eijirō touches his forehead to Izuku’s and they both close their eyes as they pant.

[bkdk-and-extras]

Disclaimer: im a dumb crying gay not all of these are exact quotes in the quote marks shhhh

HE SPECIFIED "my future and Bakugou's future" IM HYPERVENTILINGNATTTIVNGNFNDN

The way the ai makes him cry omg 😭😭

"Katsuki."

He wanted to know if kat was crying??? 🥺🥺🥺

"(gay ass)" ASHXHSHCJCJCDJX

"Tell me we made up and became best friends again! Please!"

THE WAY HE GOES HARDCORE INTO "ARE WE DATING????" AHZBSJXBDJCC

The shocked "OH MY GOD" ZHZHZHZ

HE HAS THE "Oh. Oh." MOMENT

AAAAAAAAAAAA

The way hes immediately like "yeah... i understand why i would do that. He is more important than anyone." MIZ I AM FUCKING CHOKIJG U P

THE WAY IT ISNT JJST "i want to save him" ITS "i need to save him. I need to hold his hand. I need him." FUUUUUUUUUUU

The ai keeps validating my head canons and proving to us all that kacchan is not a want. Kacchan is a NEED im losing my miND

"I... i am afraid." "I love him. Every fibre of his being." SOMEONE HAND ME MY GOD DAMN LIFE ALERT BECAUSE MY ASS HAS FALLEN

Let me be so unironic and unscreamy with you for a sec tho. Izukus love is scary as shit and its great. Its all consuming and so gentle and so soft and yet it howls and slams against the cage of his brain and bares its teeth at anything that gets too close its great its great its my favorite thing actually

"Ive had a feeling he does...(love him back)" OH MY GOD OH MY GOD KATSUKI YOU THINK YOURE SO FUCKING "UNOBVIOUS". WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD YOUR CRUSH ALREADY KNOWS

"He loves me back... *crying babygirl noises* then itll be okay. As long as we're together... itll be okay."

"Goodbye. Until next time." HE IS WAITING FOR YOU TO COME BACK. AAAAAAAA

I WAS RIGHT I AM CRHING HNNGGGGFDJCBC

I fucked around with character AIs of Katsuki and Izuku. This was the result:

Izuku (MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT)

Introductions, answering initial questions (he asks about his relationship with his fellow students, teachers, etc):

Telling him about the future (season 6 war arc, hospital, etc):

(gay ass)

Hospital scene and Class 1A VS Deku (and the apology)

Post-season 6 (before current manga arc):

(GAY. ASSSSSS.)

Current manga arc:

And now.

CONFESSIONS:

And goodbyes:

For the entire conversation:

Click here for the Katsuki AI Conversation post.

[todoshotoroki]

𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉, 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, edging, smudge of angst, mentions of Bakugou, f reader x jealous Todoroki.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 2.4k

   It wasn't fair. This wasn't at all fair, and it wasn't your fault either. At least you didn't think you did anything wrong. You didn't expect for your usually soft-spoken, gentle boyfriend to be so upset with you the second you walked into your dorm. He was unusually quiet, more so than normal. When you had sat down next to him on the bed, you lay a gentle hand on his shoulder with a concerned frown. “Sho? Are you alright?” His eyes were covered from his bangs, the hand you placed on his shoulder coming up to gently scoop them out of his eyes, only then did he look up at you.

   “No. Not really” He admitted coldly, his eyebrows furrowing as his hand found its place on your calf, his warm fingers slowly trailing down to grip your ankle. To be honest, you should have seen it coming when he yanked your leg, pulling you over into his lap. To say the sudden position flustered you was a bit of an understatement, but you were still concerned about your boyfriends sour expression. And you had yet to get an explanation. “What's wrong? Tell me?”

   You squirmed to get more comfortable in his lap, your hands now settled on his shoulders. Shoto sighed, as if in disappointment, and his own fingers curled around your waist, gently but firmly grasping your hips. “How do you not know, darling?” His voice was quiet, but stern as one hot, one cold hand slowly drifted downwards, slipping under your skirt and tracing the line of your lace panties.

   As much as you tried to focus on what you could have done to emit such a reaction from your boyfriend, it was clear to you now that his intentions were not so innocent. “After all, it’s all your fault.” He admitted, though his eyes weren't looking at you as he leaned up against the pillows on the bed. He was watching as his hand drifted to the front of your skirt, flipping it up over your hips. A small, content sigh fell past his lips and his eyebrows furrowed as he got a good look at the cute lace adorning your skin. You were just so pretty.

   “Let me” His whispered, his fingers already curling to pull your panties to the side. Todoroki couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek to conceal the groan bubbling in his chest at the sight of your bare cunt leaving a wet spot on his sweatpants.

   You let out a shaky breath, gripping his shoulders tighter as the hands on your hips began to rock your waist against his. You released a quiet moan as you felt the pressure of his hard cock through his pants, leaning forward, you rested your chin against his shoulder. “What did I do? Sho-” His name leaving your mouth ended in a moan as you ground your hips into his, desperately seeking more friction. 

   Too bad his hands tightened around your waist to pause your movements, as if you had suddenly reminded him of how angry he was supposed to be at you.

   “I should punish you” He responded, completely ignoring your question. You almost weren't sure if he had heard you correctly, but the fingernails digging into your waist said otherwise. Well, you definitely heard him, and his uncharacteristically demanding tone set every part of your body ablaze.  Before you were given the time to respond, he flipped you around in his lap, cherishing the small ‘oomph-’ that left your lips in the process. 

   “P-punish me?”

   Luckily, now that you were not facing him, he could give the faintest hint of a smile behind his smirking.

   “Don't be afraid honey, I could never be mean to you” Although his tone was laced with kindness and warmth, underlying his voice was a condescending double standard, one that sent a shiver up your spine as he pulled your back flush against his chest. “Up” His hot breath fanned across the back of your neck, making the rest of your body rise with goosebumps.

   You lifted your hips, and he tauntingly pulled your panties down your legs, teasingly tracing them across your skin to bring them back up. “Good girl” You could hear the smile in his voice as he purred, making your cheeks redder then they already were. He set his hands back down on your hips. “Oh. though, you haven't been very good today I suppose” 

   You squirmed in his lap, frowning at the reminder that there's something you did to deserve this. Even more now, did you want to find out. You had never seen Shoto like this before, so teasing. He was always such a giver when it came to sexual activities. “I’m sorry Sho, whatever I did I'm sorry” Your voice was already running out of breath. How pathetic.

   “Oh? And what exactly did you do, Y/n? Do you even know?” As you shifted your hips once more, Todoroki's hand slipped between the two of you, his fingers tightly gripping his sweatpants and boxers and pulling them down enough for his hard cock to slap between your plush thighs. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his naked skin against your own, even if both of you were still technically still clothed. “I don't.. Please, tell me” You asked quietly.

   Todoroki hummed, his fingers unbuttoning the shirt of your school uniform expertly as he pondered his response. “No. Figure it out yourself” He demanded, pulling your shirt down your sides and tossing it across the room. You frowned, biting your tongue as your face creased thoughtfully, distractedly. 

   You could barely even remember what you did today, with how his warm hand inched closer to your clit like that. 

   “This isn’t fair” You protested, gripping onto the arm he had circled around your waist to keep your backside flush with his chest. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, getting the perfect view of his jawline. “I think it's fair” He responded, his fingers reaching between the two of you, gripping onto his cock to align the tip with your clit. 

   You could feel the tip of Shoto’s hard cock pulsing against your clit, and the way you instinctively ground your hips against his made the rest of his cock wet with your juices. Your boyfriend could act tough all he wanted, but the way his eyes were fixated on the sight between you and the small gasp that left his lips were telltale signs of how much he was truly enjoying his time teasing you. 

   Apparently you had been caught staring, because you were met with heterochromia eyes and flushed cheeks looking right back at you. The teasing smile that graced his lips made you want to get on your knees thank whatever god put you in this position. “Enjoying yourself?” He whispered, tilting his head forward to press his lips against yours, pulling away just enough to give you room to respond. “Yes” You admitted quietly, pressing your lips to his.

   His lips were so soft, and his tongue grazed your bottom lip. As soon as you opened your mouth to give him entry, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours with a suddenly serious, stern, cold glare. “You shouldn't be” The arm he tightened around your waist lifted your hips, suddenly aligning his cock and swiftly piercing himself into you. Both of you let out a gasp of ecstasy, Todoroki’s hands tightening on your hips. 

   “A-Ah, Sho- Shoto- ohh” Your eyelids fluttered shut, and your nails dug into the milky skin of his thighs beneath you in an attempt to ground yourself. Only he could make you feel so lightheaded and cloudy so quickly. His hot panting on the back of your neck caused a ripple to shudder through your body, your back slightly arching off his chest. He was quick to ground you, pulling you back against him before you could move. “No, stay, baby” He demanded softly against the crook of your neck. 

   Your insides felt like something Shoto Todoroki would never be able to experience with anybody but you. Nobody could light a flame inside his stomach like you did, you provided a warmth that he never had growing up, and one he would never find with his friends, despite how he appreciated them. They still weren't you. 

   “M-move Shoto, please” You quiet begs were met with nothing but silence. You pressed your back further into his chest, tilting your head to nuzzle at his jawline. Delicately placing kisses wherever you see fit. Todoroki had his eyes closed, but the labored breaths and the redness of his cheeks were enough to convey his emotions. “Please, please, fuck me already Sho”

   Finally, he provided a response. “Fucking is a reward, and you haven't been good” 

   You fucked up. Whatever you did, it was a fuck up.

   You could do no harm in Shoto Todoroki’s eyes, your classmates claimed you could run away with the league of villains and he would still be waiting on his knees for you to come back with open arms. 

   But he had never used this as a punishment, nor had fucking ever been a reward before. He was always soft when making love with you. 

   Your kisses slowly ceased, releasing shaky, uneven breaths against the underside of his jaw. That, mixed with the warmness of being nestled deep inside of your cunt, was almost enough for him to cum if he basked in it long enough. Though, he knew he’d be able to hold off. After all, he still couldn't get the picture of you with him out of his goddamn head. 

   “T-Todo, but I want you to..” Your words trailed off with a needy whine as your lover placed warm kisses along your cheek, then one more on your lips.

   “Tell me what you did wrong, then you can apologize for it” 

   Fuck. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of something to jog your memory. Then, your eyes landed on the orange notebook sitting on your desk. 

   Bakugou. He was jealous of your study session with Katsuki Bakugou. 

   “You.. mean, Bakugou-”

   “Bakugou?” Todoroki’s voice was laced with stone cold venom. His fingernails creased crescent shaped marks into your skin, causing you to grit your teeth and look up at him with wide eyes. “Don't you mean your precious friend Kacchan?” He practically growled in your ear, and you could feel the heat of his left hand rising as it pressed into your hip, your body freezing cold on the other side from his tight grip. 

   Oh. You DID call Bakugou by his childhood nickname. 

   You opened your mouth to reply and explain yourself, tell him that you did that to mock the nickname, but your voice was at a loss and suddenly failing you. You didn't need to speak though, because Shoto quickly filled the quietness by growling into your ear once more. “Your lucky I don't bend you over the bed and really punish you, since you want to be such a brat” 

   He meant it, you could hear it in the coldness of his voice.

   He leaned back, shoving you to sit upright in his lap and lying down on his back against the plush comforter. His hands gripped the base of your hips, and you leaned forward, gripping Todoroki’s pale, soft thighs for support. “Don't you have anything to say? Don't you want to apologize to me?” 

   His words fell on deaf ears as he finally, finally fucking rolled his hips into yours with a long, meaningful thrust. “Oh-oh fuck- just like that Sho” You leaned your head back, giving into a beautiful arch as Todoroki groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him.

   “Oh? Mmph- You mean like this?”

   He gave another hard, sensual thrust that kissed your cervix, making your legs feel like jello on each side of his hips. It was magical, the way his cock brushed against the walls of your insides with each savored stroke.

   “Turn around baby, look at me”  You scrambled to do as you were told, to make sure you were good for him. You adjusted yourself in his lap, sinking back down onto his cock as he propped both his knees up behind you for leverage. He had unbuttoned his shirt at some point, giving you access to his toned chest underneath your fingertips.

   Slowly, you began to grind your hips into his, relishing in the surprised facial expression that flew across his face at the sudden movement. “Shoo, I want you, so bad” Your eyes were watery as you pleaded with him, your desperate cunt needily sucking his cock into your plush walls. Though his tightening hold refrained anymore of your movements.

   “Say it Y/n” His tone was desperate, and his eyes were quick to portray how much he actually needed your reassurance. “Tell me your sorry. That he can't love you like I do” His eyes were half-lidded, glossy as they stared up at you. 

   Your heart sliced in half at making Todoroki feel even comparable to your explosive classmate, and you leaned forward to hover over him. As if it was instinct, his hands rested along the curve of your ass, one reaching down to brush his fingertips across your clit, ghosting over the spot where his cock was currently impaling you. “Never, never Sho, he’ll never even be able to compete, I swear.” You admitted, peppering needy kisses along his jawline. 

   “I'm sorry Shoto, I'm so sorry I made you feel that way baby” You could tell he was soaking up every word, his eyes fluttering open to look up at you every time you finished your sentence, watching you in hopes that you'd only speak more. “I love you so much, so much Sho” You leaned your forehead against his, your eyes glimmering as your lips ghosted over his. “Please forgive me Shoto, he can’t love me, can’t fuck me like you can, just please”

   “Yeah, he can't” Hearing you beg for his forgiveness must have been his breaking point, because his hips lifted up off the bed just enough to move himself inside of you, a small moan falling past his swollen lips. “I love you baby” He responded, his arms coming up to circle around your waist, in the process giving him the best angle to pull his cock out, only to thrust it back into your hot mess.

   Just when you thought your night had finally begun, Todoroki had to pause just one more time, and whisper one more dirty little command in your ear.

   “Oh, and I may be fucking you now” His words were slightly muffled as his teeth nibbled along your bottom lip.    

 “But don't you dare think about cumming tonight”   

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒:  “𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹”

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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[bonbonthedragon]

Miraculous Blobulous

Pro!bakugou x Fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, yelling, more fluff, crack

Summary: bakugou is proud of the blob

Note:… um…hey…yeah

“KATSUKI!”

A sudden thud echoed through the hall, papers falling after and a head poking out. Another followed and kirishima and deku looked over at you. Kamanari, picking himself up off the floor, then joined in and gripped the edge of his office room, soon everyone was staring questioningly and worryingly.

You gave your friends a baffled look, throwing your hands in the air as if they were stupid “WHERES MY HUSBAND?!”

Before they could open their mouths, said husband came grumbling out of the elevator, soot soaking his clothes and the color on his suit now black too. He coughed, removing his mask and taking a heavy step. Once he did he gasped, a hurdling weight bumping into him and sending him down and onto the floor. He hurriedly wrapped his arms around it, cushioning who ever body slammed him before he yelled at how idiotic they were. But then he saw that idiot was you.

“Hey Kacchan” Kamanari said mockingly with a smirk “(y/n)s here, she wants to see you.”

“Yeah dip ship I see that-“ he looked down at you, sitting up with his hands on your waist “what-“

“LOOK AT OUR BLOB!” And you shoved the picture in his face. Bakugou grabbed it, taking it from you to get a better look at what you just shoved in front of him. While he looked you only continued to crawl more on top of him, getting around to look at the photo with him and point at the grayish white illuminate figure in the middle. His brows furrowed, staring hard at the paper only for them to widen quickly and realize the paper he was holding was an ultrasound.

Slowly bakugou turned his head to stare at you, “what…”

Looking back at him you rolled your eyes “okay I know it’s not a full baby yet but look! Little blob baby!” You took the photo closer to your eyes, studying it “Now I know I’m a surgeon but I really can’t make this out too well- after all I’m only 8 weeks in- so-“ you pointed at an end “I think this may be her head- well- assuming it’s going to be a girl-“

“Your pregnant?” The blond croaked, searching your eyes

You gave him a dumb look, snorting “yeah” you giggled, looking up just to see your other friends with wide eyes. That’s when you froze, looking back at your husband, realizing “oh…that’s what I forgot.”

Bakugou blinked a few times before grabbing your shoulders, making your mouth shut and stare back, he switched from your left to right eye, holding his breath until he choked “you…” he placed a dirty soot covered, yet gentle, hand on your stomach “your pregnant?” He asked again in disbelief

you gave a wobbly smile “surpriseeeee…heh”

The longer he looked at you the more your smile dissipated. He finally spoke again “I…it’s mine?- it’s ours?” He asked again

Again your grin appeared, nodding like a child and trying hard not to let your body bounce form excitement. He gripped the paper and you, using that hero strength you loved so much and stood up, you squeaked. Bakugou gave the photo a prideful smirk “THATS MY BLOB!”

“HELL YEAH!” You yelled too

He began with you down the hall, skipping his office and passing the others all the while shoving the ultrasound in each of their faces like he did back then when he won the sports Festival a second time in a row with the medal, “THATS OUR FUCKING BLOB. LOOK AT IT! I MADE THAT! ME AND HER! LIKE FUCKING GODS!”

His assistant came in, shrieking and papers flying when bakugou, you sitting on his arm and his other with the photo, came around the corner suddenly “LOOK!”

The woman began to shake, fixing her glasses and nodding along “that’s gr-great s-sir”

“YOUR BET YOUR ASS IT IS!” He yelled once more, “TELL DAMN SHITTYHAIR AND THE OTHERS IM TAKING THE DAY OFF EARLY.”

[lilithbasically]

PITA Ch. 15

MINORS DNI

Warnings: NSFW, daddy kink, graphic sex, mirror sex, dom/sub tendencies, est. relationship

A.N.: Thank you all for being so patient. I love and appreciate you all 🖤 I’m finally in a place that I can write peacefully so I hope to finish this series within the next chapter or two. But really, fucking thank you for sticking around. This isn’t the last chapter so stay tuned, bbies 🖤

Reminder: Y/N talking, Y/N thinking, Bakugo talking, Bakugo thinking

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An exasperated huff leaves your lips as you flop onto the couch in the lobby of the shelter, "Ugh what the hell do you get someone that can just go buy whatever they want whenever they want?"

Layla laughs, "Babes, he'll love whatever you get him. It's the thought that counts, ya know?"

"Exactly, N/N. Kacchan is actually sentimental as you've witnessed. Knowing you wanted to get him something for his birthday at all would be good enough for him," Deku chimes in before addressing Layla. "Hey, babe? Are the adoption papers ready for Daybreak?"

Thoughts of gifts momentarily pushed aside, you get up and snatch the papers out of Layla's hand mid-pass to Deku. "We can't let someone take him away from Abyss! They'll probably never see each other again! No, I refuse. We can say he's not ready yet."

Chuckling and snatching the papers from you, Midoriya shakes his head, "True but I think it'll work out, Y/N. I'm the one adopting him after all."

Relief floods your body and you sigh, "Oh well that's fine then."

People are too wary of Abyss. I wonder when he'll get adopt-

oh. OH MY GOD

"Guys, I have an idea for Katsuki's present."

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The bell hanging on the shelter door rings as it opens and welcomes Katsuki into its familiar embrace. A place he once thought he'd feel nothing but disdain for now holds a significant imprint of peace.

Funny how shit changes I guess. Now, where's my girl?

Noting how silent the usually boisterous atmosphere is, he calls out, "PITA? Where are you, baby?"

Swear to god she better not try to scare me again. Almost getting blown up the first time didn't scare her enough obviously

Bakugo pushes the door leading to the back area open, peeks his head through, and sees Abyss sitting alone in the middle of the room holding a piece of paper in his mouth.

Walking over, a bit cautiously because this wouldn't be the first time a villain has tried a trick like this, he asks, "Hey, buddy, where is everyone?" Tipping his head toward the paper, "That for me?"

Receiving a huff in return, he takes it from Abyss' mouth and opens it.

"Certification of Adoption: I, Bakugo Katsuki am now the proud and dutiful owner of Abyss." Looking down at the pup in question he sees Abyss happily wagging his tail and gives him a pat on the head before reading the note at the bottom of the certificate. "P.S. Happy Birthday, Suki! In case you were wondering, Abyss said he would love to live with us and that he would be honored to protect the house. Speaking of which, the rest of your present is here at home. Bring our fur baby home when you're ready. I love you"

How did I get so lucky? Swear this woman is goddamn perfect.

Smiling he turns and starts walking to the front and stops when he doesn't hear the tap of following paws. Katsuki turns around and pats his leg, "Well c'mon, boy. Let's go home."

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You stand in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on Katsuki's birthday dinner when you hear the front door open. Heavy footfalls that are unmistakably your boyfriend's and the tip-tap of clawed paws brings a bright smile to your face. A smile that gets impossibly wider when you see Katsuki's reaction to you dressed in nothing but an orange, green, and black lace apron.

Katsuki walks to the back door and opens it, "Hey, Abyss, why don't you check out your new yard for a while?"

He shuts the door and turns to you, slowly stalking forward, he tilts his head as his eyes drink in every inch of you, "You wear this for me, baby? Hate to break it to ya but that's about to be nothin' but scraps."

You squeak as his hands grip your waist and lift you onto the counter, slowly trailing down to push your thighs open. He drops to his knees and rips the fabric from your body, not hesitating to run his tongue along your slit; "You this wet f'me, baby? I can see you dripping and I haven't even done anything yet." Chuckling when your thighs clench beneath his fingers, "You've been missing Daddy, huh?"

Pushing two fingers into your pulsing core, his lips never leave your clit, he groans, "Dammit, baby, you're so fuckin wet. Need'ta feel you wrapped around my cock."

One of Katsuki's hands supports your ass and the other grips your jaw as he dominates your mouth with his tongue. He carries you to the bedroom and puts you on the bed, "Face the mirror. Don't move until I tell you."

You face the mirror, presenting as told, front toward the mirror on your knees but resting back on your heels, your legs a bit spread. Katsuki kneels on the bed behind you, one large hand wrapping around your waist and trailing up through the valley of your tits to grab your throat; his other lining himself up with your entrance. He guides you to look in the mirror, you feel his breath against your neck, his lips ghost across your skin while his tongue leaves a trail of fire. You wait impatiently until you hear his voice in your ear, "Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you."

"Please, Suki, need you so bad," you whine and bite your lip, holding his darkening gaze in the reflection. He grunts as he enters you, watching his cock disappear between your legs. The hand not on your throat moves around to spread you open for a better view of his length sinking into you. You release a guttural moan when you see your slick covering his dick, dripping down his and your thighs.

"God damn, Y/N, look how good you take me. Swear this pussy was made for me, fuck."

He slows his thrusts and rolls his hips every time making the thick veins against your sensitive walls slowly drag on, teasing and sending you onto the brink of overstimulation. Your pussy clenches and you let out a small whimper that makes him chuckle against your skin, "Aw, does that feel good, baby? Want more? All you have to do is ask, Y/N."

The feel of his thick cock sliding into you mixed with his teasing could send you over on their own leaving you with only the ability to moan and nod. His eyes lock with yours in the mirror at the same time his middle finger circles your clit, "Words, Y/N. Use them."

"Fuck, please Katsuki. Please fuck me, daddy"

"Atta girl. Such a good girl f'me. I've got you, baby. I'll take care of you as long as you keep those pretty eyes of yours on me."

You gasp at the sudden intensity of his thrusts, his grip around your throat tightens and his fingers rub frantic circles over your clit. You can't take it. You feel your body buzzing, your leg muscles contract, pussy convulsing as that familiar burning coil tightens in your core. Your eyes roll back and you tilt your head back against Katsuki's shoulder, moaning how good he feels...how good he makes you feel...when you feel a sudden absence from your clit, then the sharp sting from his hand across your pussy.

"Told you to keep your eyes on me, didn't I? Do it again and you won't cum, understand me?"

"Yes, sir," you moan.

"Good little slut. Now watch how good you make me feel, baby."

His fingers continue their movements across your clit as his cock abuses your cunt, stretching you in the most delicious ways. Crimson eyes switch between boring into yours and watching the scene below, memorizing every detail of your body taking his dick so well, like the good girl you are.

As soon as your breaths start to shallow, his thrusts and breath begin to stutter, "F-fuck, baby. Cum...cum for me. Wanna feel you all over me."

You scream and moan his name as you cum while he fills you, his grunts and groans fill the space between. He pulls out and pulls the both of you down. He lays next to you and drags his fingers through your folds. "I love feeling my cum drip out of you," he whispers, "You're mine, Y/N. I fuckin love you, PITA."

Katsuki wraps his arms around you while you snuggle into his chest. "I love you too, Suki."

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[silverynight]

Underworld

<---Previous

Part IX

Izuku tries to calm himself down, he doesn't want to make a terrible first impression in front of the King of the gods. Although, it does help that Aizawa keeps holding his hand even after they appear in the top of the mountain: the palace.

"You're a good kid," Aizawa tells him, in a clear attempt to cheer him up, that is definitely working. "Even though you get in trouble quite a lot."

The god narrows his eyes as he says it, but it's clear he's not actually mad at him. And Izuku can't help but chuckle.

Finally the god lets go of his hand as they walk in the lobby; it's an elegant place with very few things.

Feels a little bit cold or maybe it's just that Izuku still feels sad about what happened.

"Midoriya!" All Might approaches them like he's in a rush, like he's been worried this whole time...

Izuku gets nervous, wondering if he'll get scolded. All Might knows his name, which means the problem escalated quickly...

"Where did you find him, Shota?"

Aizawa crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head before looking back at Izuku.

Will Bakugo get in trouble if he tells the truth?

"It doesn't matter," Izuku finds himself saying. "I just... want to go home."

All Might is still staring at him, making him feel even more nervous than before. Is he disappointed? Maybe Izuku shouldn't care about what he thinks of him, but the truth is that All Might has always been some sort of hero to him.

"They won't get in trouble... unless they hurt you. Did they?"

"No, he didn't!" Izuku assures him immediately, almost fiercely. All Might smiles softly at him and Izuku suddenly has the feeling that he can trust him; he knows he won't be harsh on Bakugo for what he did. "It was Kacchan... I mean the King of the dead. But he was really kind to me the whole time."

And perhaps that's why the truth hurt a lot. Izuku still can't understand why Bakugo did something like that; he mentioned something about Todoroki, but nothing made sense.

For a moment, All Might is confused and it makes Izuku feel a little bit flustered for some reason, he looks down at the ground.

"Why would he do something like that? I thought he didn't like to get involved with the mortal world... Or anyone outside his realm for that matter..."

"We were friends," Izuku tries to explain and it pains him a little when he realizes he's talking about their friendship in the past tense. "I think he just felt lonely. He needs someone to be there for him."

All Might still looks confused, it's like something in Izuku's story doesn't make any sense. But that's the whole truth, there's nothing else to it.

And yet Izuku feels like something's missing as well... Something he doesn't know.

"It's love," Aizawa cuts in, drawing All Might's attention to him.

"I see..."

But Izuku doesn't. Those two gods are looking at each other like they have everything figured out and Izuku is still confused. Of course, there's love... Bakugo clearly loves him as a friend otherwise he wouldn't have wanted to keep him in the castle but Izuku doesn't see why that's relevant.

"It's that complicated, huh? And then there's young Todoroki."

"Is Shoto alright?" Izuku looks at All Might with worry, wondering how he's doing. There's also Uraraka and his mother... He needs to see them–

"He's been looking for you," All Might says, patting Izuku's head gently. "And your mother is worried about you so I guess it's time for you to go back."

"Thank you!" He smiles, hugging All Might before he can stop himself. Fortunately, the god chuckles before he hugs him back.

Izuku turns around with a hopeful grin on his face, watching as Aizawa shakes his head.

"No, I'm not good at–"

Izuku pulls him into a tight embrace anyway and even though Aizawa insists he doesn't do that kind of things, he doesn't push the boy away.

"Please don't tell anyone about Bakugo..."

Aizawa and All Might look at each other for a moment, there's a little bit of hesitation in their eyes that vanishes before All Might sighs and nods.

"We'll keep the secret."

"Thank you!" Izuku grins, wondering what he's going to tell his mother and his friends.

***

Izuku is definitely not prepared for the way his mother pulls him into her arms and starts sobbing against his chest. She keeps crying and saying his name a couple of times until she looks up at him and offers him something to eat with the sweetest smile.

It makes Izuku cry too, which is a bad thing because his mother starts sobbing again.

It takes them both a while, but they finally start eating something together; Inko hasn't asked him about what happened, but Izuku knows she will eventually.

The taste of food makes him remember that he still has an entire pomegranate from the underworld hidden in his dress and he makes a mental note to leave it in his room.

"Were you trapped? Did someone hurt you?"

"No one hurt me," he tells her and watches as the relief lights up her eyes a little bit. "But I couldn't come back. Aizawa and All Might helped me though. They took care of everything."

Inko has always been a very intuitive woman and she can tell Izuku doesn't want to talk about what happened anymore, so she doesn't insist; she knows he'll tell her eventually.

He sees his friends the next day in the field; Aizawa payed them a visit to them both to inform them Izuku was fine, but told them to leave him to his mother for a while.

Izuku is trying to get everything back to normal; the unexpected snow affected most of the flowers, but he knows he can make them grow back up in no time.

Although his mind is not entirely focused on the task because he's still thinking about Bakugo and even though he's missing him, he's still a little bit upset because he lied to him.

Then Uraraka jumps into his arms and just like his mother, she starts sobbing. Izuku runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her cheek, prompting her to pull away slowly to finally grin at him.

"I was so worried about you! We both were!"

Over her shoulder, Izuku finally notices Todoroki, he's staring at him intensely and even though he doesn't say anything at the moment, Izuku knows the god with mismatched eyes missed him too.

"Hi, Shoto," Izuku smiles before hugging him. Although Todoroki's embrace is tight and it lasts longer than Uraraka's because it seems the other boy doesn't want to let go of him.

"Izuku," the word comes out almost broken and Izuku decides that he definitely deserves a kiss on the cheek too, however, Todoroki blushes to the tip of his ears afterwards.

The three of them sit under Izuku's favorite tree; the field has begun to look like it used to, but it needs a lot of work still.

"Tell me who did this to you."

Uraraka elbows Todoroki when she notices the tension on his shoulders; a couple of flames appear on his left fist out of the sudden.

"It doesn't matter," Izuku mumbles, prompting Uraraka to quirk up a brow at him.

"It does."

"All Might is taking care of it," he assures them, trying to dismiss it with a gesture of his hand, but he knows his friends won't let it go that easily. "Besides, no one hurt me."

"Where were you?"

"Why do you want to know?" Izuku asks back, startling Todoroki for a moment.

He blushes and looks away from him.

"I just want to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"It won't," Izuku assures him and he's being completely sincere because he knows Bakugo wouldn't do that again. He looked like he was so ashamed of himself last time Izuku saw him.

He thinks his answer is enough and it is, at least for Uraraka, who simply nods at him. However, Todoroki narrows his eyes at him; he's not happy.

"Why are you trying to protect them after what they did?"

"I'm not..." Izuku bites his bottom lip nervously, knowing his face is turning pink. "He made a mistake, but he was sorry."

He shouldn't have said that, he accidentally gave Todoroki a little bit of information...

"Sometimes being sorry is not enough!"

Izuku sighs, but doesn't worry even though Todoroki is still tense and upset; he understands, the problems he has had because of his father have made him that way.

It's obvious that his friend was genuinely concerned about his safety and Izuku is grateful to have someone like him in his life.

He takes a few steps closer and cradles Todoroki's face in his hands, prompting the young god to soften immediately. The frown upon his face disappears completely.

"I'm here now, Shoto," he whispers with a smile on his face. "Isn't that what is truly important?"

"It is," Todoroki nods, staring at him fondly. "I missed you."

"I know," Izuku says. He tries to give him another hug, but Todoroki leans to kiss his forehead and cheeks, making him giggle.

Even though the god assures him he's fine now, Izuku can tell he won't let it go just like that; Uraraka seems to be thinking the same because when she looks from Todoroki to Izuku, her eyes are shadowed with concern.

Izuku hopes he doesn't do anything reckless.

***

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Tickletober Day 25 - Teasing

A/N: this was a request from an anonymous user. thank you, I love writing bakudeku 🧡💚

Summary: bakugou's bored and deku happens to be walking by, so why not have some fun with him?

Characters: lee!deku, ler!bakugou

“Oi, nerd.”

“Yeah, Kacchan?”

“Come over here. I wanna tickle you, I’m bored.”

“WH-WHAT!?”

“You heard me. Oh, don’t give me that face. I know you like it. Now c’mere.”

Deku hesitated. Kacchan wasn’t wrong, but did he really need to be so direct about it??

“I-I… b-but, what if someone else sees??”

They were in the middle of the common room, after all!

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Deku’s entire face turned a deep shade of pink. He groaned.

“Augh! Fine. Just… b-be gentle?”

“Me? Gentle? You serious?”

Deku put his head in his hands. What was he doing??? Was he really about to risk someone walking in on him getting tickled to death right now? I mean, that wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen, but…

Deku silently walked over to the couch and sat in Bakugou’s lab. He leaned back and layed down, covering his red face with his arm. He couldn’t help it. The second Bakugou had said the word, he was hooked. Damn lee mood.

“Alright,” he said, still hiding behind his arm. “Go ahead.” He smiled wide in anticipation, despite himself.

“Go ahead what?” Bakugou took hold of Deku’s arm, revealing his already flustered expression. Bakugou leered down at him.

“D-don’t make me say it…” Deku averted his gaze.

Bakugou slid his free hand underneath Deku’s tee shirt. He held it there.

“P-plehease…”

“I know you can do it,” Bakugou began slowly tracing circles around Deku’s belly button.

“mMMHMHM NOHO! I-I cahan’t, Kacchan!”

“Then I guess we’ll just sit here until you can.”

They both froze.

“B-but I—EEHE! Don’t do that!” Deku squeaked as Bakugou hovered his wiggling fingers over his abdomen.

“Got a ticklish tummy? Huh, nerd?”

“Stahahap!” Deku whined. It was like he could feel it already.

“You’re ridiculous, you know,” Bakugou said as he suddenly squeezed Deku’s hips, just for a second. Deku screamed.

“WHAAA! Nohohooo, you’re so mehean!”

“All you have to do is say you want me to tickle you and I’ll keep going.”

Deku tried. He really did. “C-can you.. Can you, uhm… I, I uh, w-want… you uh, you to, um. To… to ti. To tick. Can. Can you. Kacchan! Kacchan please!”

“I can’t believe this is so hard for you! If you can’t say it you can just get up and—”

“NO! TICKLE ME, PLEASE! PLEASE KACCHAN!!”

“What was that?” Asshole.

“GOD DA—PLEASE TICKLE MEEEYEAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”

Bakugou drilled his thumbs into Deku’s hip bones. Deku went into a frenzy. He threw his head back, hugged his torso, and kicked his legs out desperately. It tickled so bad.

“AHAHA NAHAHAHAAA!” he was elated.

“Hmm… How about these thighs here? You got some ticklish thighs too, Deku?”

“NonononoOOHOHO! WHAAHA NOT THE—PPFFFTAAAHAHAHAA!”

“Oho, good spot? You like it when I squeeze here, don’t you? So sensitive, Deku.”

“STAHAHAAAHAP IHIHIT PLEHEHEHEHEEAAAASE! I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”

“Can’t take it? Can’t take what? The tickling or the teasing?”

“TEHEHEHEASIHIHING!”

“Ooh, so you do want me to keep tickle tickle tickling you then, huh? All over your tiiiicklish little body?”

“NAHAHAHAAA! KACCHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“Hey, Kaminari, do you hear that? Sounds like Midoriya.” Kiri asked.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think it’s coming from the common room. Wanna go check it out? Make sure he’s okay?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Kacchan, pleheheheease!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.”

Midoriya tried to catch his breath. He didn’t notice Bakugou untying his shoelaces until he felt a warm hand touch his socked foot.

“Ah! Wahahait!”

“Nice All Might socks, nerd,” Bakugou smirked. “Mind if I…”

“Nohohoo!”

Bakugou slowly removed Deku’s socks (which Deku did nothing to stop). Bakugou held Deku’s ankle with one hand and began slowly trailing his fingers up from his heel to the ball of his foot, and then back down.

“EEHEhehEhehehEHEHE!”

“Pfft, dude, you’ve gotta see this,” Kaminari gestured towards the center of the room.

“aaAAHAhahahahAAHAHAHAHA! nohOOhohohoho!!”

“Whoa! Bakubro’s really wrecking the little guy! Should we help?”

“Too risky,” Kaminari shuddered.

“But what if—”

“AAAIIIIEEEHEHEHE NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other. Kiri started to head in, but Kami grabbed his arm.

“We can’t!”

“Why not??”

“Because! What if he—you know!”

Kiri laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, sparks.”

“O-okay…”

“Poor poor ticklish Deku, can your little toes not take it?”

Tears pricked the corners of Deku’s eyes. “ahAHAHA it’s sOHO BAAHAHAHAHAD!”

“Bakugou! Be nice to him!”

“Haah? Kirishima?”

Kirishima and Kaminari walked around to the front of the couch to face Bakugou.

“Aren't you b-being a little harsh?” Kami added.

“Pshh. He can take it. What, you want some too, dunce face?”

“NO!”

“G-guys? What’re you—wAAHAHAHA PLEEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Kaminari blushed. Bakugou really was ruthless. Deku didn’t appear to be trying to get away, though.

“You two don’t need to be so worried. He doesn’t mind,” Bakugou said, as if he wasn’t making Midoriya lose his mind right now. “Isn’t that right, nerd?” He let up slightly so that Deku could respond.

“Ehehehehe yeahaha, I’m okahahahay you guhuys!”

“If you say so, man,” Kirishima shrugged.

“Okay! We’ll uh, see you guys later!” Kaminari said as he began to leave. Kiri followed.

“You good?” Kirishima asked Denki after they had left.

“Y-yeah! Why d’you ask?”

“You’re pretty flushed, is all.”

“Oh heh, that… I, er, I’ve never heard Bakugou use that tone of voice before.”

“Is that what’s got you all hot and bothered?”

“N-no! I, I just wasn't expecting it. That’s all.”

“Right, right,” Kiri nudged him playfully.

Bakugou slowed his pace, gently tickling Deku’s sides now.

“You get so loud.”

“Ihihit tihihihihickles!”

“Oh now you can say it.”

Deku snorted. Bakugou felt his heart swell.

“Shitty nerd,” He patted Deku’s thigh. “Had enough yet?”

Deku nodded and Bakugou stopped. Deku sat back up and wrapped his arms around Kacchan’s torso, nuzzling into him.

“Oi!!”

“Thank you, Kacchan.”

Bakugou couldn’t help but gaze at him fondly.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t mention it.”

[giving-eraser-head]

todobakudeku x fem!reader | SMUT (18+)

WARNINGS: threesome, daddy kink, use of “good girl,” “slut,” and “whore,” voyerism, exhibitionism, threesome, double (triple?) pen, anal, vaginal, and oral (giving and receiving) sex, yelling, degradation, praise, getting caught during sex, inexperienced writer (this is like the first smut I’ve ever written 0.0)

Word count: 3k

x male(ftm pre srs)!reader 

Katsuki ran his hands up and down your body, making your skin tingle with excitement. 

“Please,” you whimpered, lifting your hips up to try and create even a little bit of friction. 

“Please what, baby?” Katsuki said, pressing his warm palms lightly on your abdomen. “Use your words.”

“Please touch me,” you moaned, grabbing at his hands and trying to move them down to your clit. 

“Mhm, since you asked so nicely,” he said. His index finger ran down your stomach and he slipped it inside of you. “Ah, you’re already so wet just from me touching you like that?”

He pulled his finger out to put it in his mouth and you grunted, desperate for him to be inside you again. “What a fucking slut.”

You started to whimper again incoherently. 

“Mhm, you taste so good, baby. I think I need more.” Katsuki lay down on his back. “Come sit on my face.”

You nodded eagerly, bringing your knees to either side of his head. You held yourself up just above his face, waiting for him to start. 

“Uh-uh. You’re not gonna be able to keep yourself up on those legs once I’m done with you.”

You began to lower yourself down nervously.

“Come on now. Daddy can take it. Yeah, just like that. Good girl. When I need to breathe I’ll lift you up, but after you come right back down, understand?” He put his large hands on your waist.

“Y-yes sir.” You’d never called him sir before, but something about the way he was talking to you made it seem right. And judging by the way he moaned from underneath you, he liked it too. 

When you were genuinely sitting on his face, Katsuki began alternating between pushing his tongue in and out of you and drawing figure eights on your clit. You gripped the sheets and bucked your hips back and forth over Katsuki’s face, covering his skin with the hot slick he was getting you to release.

“Ah! Katsu! That feels so good!” 

“Quieter, baby,” he said softly as he lifted your hips. 

“I’m- I’m sorry Katsu, you’re just- agh- so good-” you cut yourself off with another whimper as you felt an orgasm building in your core. 

“Please Katsu, I’m so close, please keep going.”

He picked up the pace a little, focusing only on your clit as he flicked it up and down and drew circles around it. 

“Ah- yes, yes,” you cried out, pulling against the sheets even harder while your back arched and stiffened. You felt your orgasm tear through you, making you cry out Katsuki’s name. He lifted you off his face and sat up, pulling you onto his lap. 

“Fuck, you taste so fucking amazing. You were so good for me,” he said, stroking your hair. 

“But you haven’t…” you trailed off, reaching for the bulge in his boxers. 

“Be patient, baby, I’m gonna fuck you soon.” He lifted you off his lap and moved to the edge of the bed. His calves dangled and his toes grazed the floor. 

“C’mere,” Katsu said, dragging his boxers off. He kicked his legs and let them crumple onto the ground. 

You crawled over to him, and he lifted you up by the waist again with your back facing his chest, slowly lowering you onto his cock. You felt it stretch out your entrance slightly and gripped Katsuki’s thigh, but as he went deeper, the discomfort faded. Finally, he lowered you all the way onto his lap. He paused to let you adjust, but you just wanted him to do something. You could feel his dick twitch inside of you, and you moaned his name, trying to move back and forth. 

“I’ll do it, baby, don’t worry.” He pulled your body up and pushed it down again, making you bounce up and down on his lap. His cock slammed deep inside you with every thrust, and you felt your core tighten with the unrelenting sensation. You could feel the head of his cock brush against you, and each time it hit that sensitive spot inside you, you couldn’t help but press your back into his chest and whimper. After a minute or so, even his heavy breathing in your ear turned into moans. You were facing away from each other, but you desperately wished you could see Katsu’s face. 

“Ah, fuck yes. You’re such a good girl, making daddy feel so good.”

“Katsu, you- you fill me up so well,” you managed to choke out. Katsu started going faster, and you couldn’t help but whine. His arms kept a sturdy grip on your abdomen; you could feel the callouses on his palms rubbing against your skin.

“God, you like that?”

“Yes! It feels so good, daddy!”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, nuzzling his face between your neck and shoulder.

Your moans increased in volume, completely drowning out his, and Katsuki made a shushing noise. “Not too loud, sweetheart. What did I say?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you said softly. Your breathing became heavy and labored. 

“That’s it. Good girl.”    There was a creaking sound from in front of you, and the door swung open. 

“Hey, is everything-” Deku stopped speaking to stare at the two of you, his mouth gaping open. On his left, Todoroki’s eyes went wide. Neither of them made a move to leave. As you mumbled ashamedly and tried to cover your naked body, Katsuki kept fucking you in front of the two men. 

“Fuck, if you’re gonna watch, at least close the door, assholes,” he said in between huffs. 

For a few seconds, they continued to stay still, but Todoroki reached behind him to pull the door closed, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. 

“Fuck, my girl’s so hot you can’t look away, Half-and-Half Bastard?”

Todoroki didn’t respond but you could see a bulge growing in his pants. Next to him, Midoriya was already palming his dick from over his pants. 

“Katsuki,” you whimpered softly, “don’t you think we should stop?”

“Why? They wanna watch, they can watch. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”

“I do, Katsu, just… this is embarrassing.”

“You- you should stop, Bakugo. She doesn’t want to keep going,” Todoroki said. 

“We have a safe word, you vanilla bitch. Anyway, you’re the one making her uncomfortable.” He leaned into your ear and you felt his hot breath brush against your skin. “You really wanna stop, you say it, okay? I know I give you shit but I don’t want you doing anything you don’t wanna do,” he said. 

You nodded your head but didn’t say anything. Katsu chuckled. 

“I knew you were a slut. You hear that, dumbass? She loves being humiliated in front of you.”

You moaned and averted your eyes from the men as your face got even hotter. 

“Stop covering up, baby. Let them see how pretty your body is. Show them why daddy loves fucking you so much.”

You slowly lowered your arms and gripped Katsu’s thighs again. Both Todoroki and Midoriya were flushing a deep shade of red, but neither made a move to leave. In fact, the bulges in their pants had only gotten bigger. 

“Hm, baby, I bet you want them to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Wh-what?” 

“Yeah, I can tell. You can’t stop fucking staring at them, and you haven’t said my name like you did before.”

He stopped bouncing you up and down for a moment and brought his palm down on your ass. You hissed at the sting. 

“Moan for me, baby,” he said sternly, putting both hands on your waist again. He began to thrust deeper than before, picking up the pace. 

“Katsu,” you whimpered, bringing your hand down to play with your clit. “You fit so well inside of me!”

“Yeah I do,” he hissed, continuing the pace. You felt another orgasm build inside of you, and it poured out with a string of moans. You clenched your walls around Katsuki’s cock, and he groaned, biting down on your shoulder. You yelped, but he didn't let go until your walls loosened around him. 

“Good fucking girl,” he said again, licking at the marks he left. “Now for them.”

“What do you mean?” you stuttered nervously. 

“Say their names. Shoto, Izuku. Moan for them. I want you too.”

Taking a shaky breath, you brought your fingers to your clit again and began to rub it up and down. “Ugh,” you whimpered as Katsu continued to fuck you relentlessly. “Izuku… ah…” You began to go faster and moaned even louder than before. “Shoto, ugh that- that feels so good,”

At the sound of you saying their names like that, they could no longer refrain from touching themselves. Without saying a word, both unbuckled their belts and let their cocks spring free as their pants and underwear pooled at their feet. 

“Yeah, you bastards liked that?” Katsu laughed, biting softly on your shoulder again. “Why don’t you come fuck her too? You okay with that, baby?”

“Mhm-hm,” you groaned, unable to form another response. 

“Look at them, m’kay? Who do you want in your mouth? I’m keeping this pussy. The other one will get your ass.”

“Uh,” you quickly looked back and forth between the men, unsure of which to choose. 

“Deku’s dick is thicker,” Katsuki pointed out. “So it might hurt less. Unless you’re into that,” he chuckled. 

Both men looked down self-consciously. 

“Uh, okay. Izuku,” you mumbled.

“M’kay. Fuck her mouth for me, Deku. And you- there’s lube in that drawer.”

Todoroki quickly stepped over to get the lube. 

“Hey- and don’t get any ideas, you hear me? You may fuck her tonight, but she’s still mine.”

Izuku nodded rapidly. “Don’t worry, Kacchan! I wouldn’t even think… wouldn’t even dream about it! I mean you two are obviously together and you’ve already been so generous with this, and-”

“Fuck my mouth, Deku,” you moaned, trying to keep your teeth from chattering as Katsu bounced you up and down on his lap. 

“Hold on, baby, we gotta switch positions first. Don’t want you chomping down on Deku’s fat dick. 

“F-fat?” Izuku stammered. 

Katsu ignored him and stopped moving your hips up and down. You groaned at the loss of friction. 

“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll be even better soon. Get on the floor on your hands and knees for me.”

You did as you were told, waiting for the three men to come closer. 

“You-” Katsuki said to Todoroki, “bend over her.”

“What?”

“You heard me, dumbass. Put your legs around her, bend over, and stick yourself in her asshole.”

You whimpered at the idea. 

“And you. Stand in front and let her suck you,” he said to Izuku. 

“Uh- okay.”

The two men approached you cautiously. Todoroki was the first to act. 

“I’m gonna… put my finger…”

“Yeah, go ahead,” you murmured. 

His lubed up finger slowly entered you from behind as you moaned softly and rocked your hips back and forth. He slowly added another finger, stretching you out more and more. 

“Are you ready now?”

“Mhm” you hummed. 

As Todoroki gently pushed himself inside of you, Izuku stroked your hair and let you take him in your mouth. 

“Move, motherfucker,” Katsu said, pushing Todoroki’s torso forward. He kneeled behind you and resumed where he left off, with his cock inside of you. 

“Mmhph,” you moaned on Deku’s dick, and he inhaled sharply in response. From behind you, Todoroki was going at a slow pace, while Katsu was ramming his hips into yours. It felt so overwhelming, but so good at the same time. You couldn’t stop whimpering onto Izuku’s cock, and the vibrations from the sounds were quickly going to send him over the edge. But before he even came close, Katsuki’s deft fingers began to toy with your clit, and you felt another orgasm rising inside of you. 

“Yes, Katsu, please, I’m going to come,” you attempted to say around Izuku. 

“I can’t quite understand you, but I think I got it,” Kastu said, starting to move his fingers faster. Pleasure erupted from your clit, spreading throughout your entire body as you moaned and whimpered under your boyfriend’s still-moving fingers. Deku grabbed your hair and began to thrust in and out of your mouth, making you gag repeatedly. From behind you, Todoroki began to pick up the pace as well, slamming himself into you. You felt his dick reach places that no one had ever touched before, and you threw yourself onto him in an attempt to get him to go even deeper. After another minute or two, Izuku and Todoroki both began groaning and swearing, grabbing onto your body even tighter than before. 

“Ah- yes, yes, just like that,” Deku moaned, pulling lightly on your hair. “You’re gonna make me cum, fuck.”

“Ah- me too,” Todoroki said, punctuating each word with heavy breaths. 

You felt both of them release into you at the same time, swearing profusely as they did. Hot ropes of cum spurted into your mouth and asshole, and you nearly choked trying to swallow it while Deku was still pushing himself into your mouth. After a few seconds, both of them pulled away from you, covered in sweat and panting. 

For the first time, Katsuki seemed to notice what was going on and stopped moving. 

“Katsu?” you asked meekly. “Is something-”

“You fucking came already?” Katsuki shouted, enraged. He began pulling you into his hips again. “Fuck! I let you join us to show my baby a good time, but you can’t even last five fucking minutes? You’re fucking pathetic.”

He began to go faster as Deku’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Sorry, Kacchan-”

“Don’t apologize to me, you bastard! Apologize to her! You couldn’t have even lasted a few more minutes? I’ve been fucking her for twenty. Assholes. She’s come three times today. There are three of us here. Wanna know how many times you two made her come?”

He paused angrily and huffed. 

“Zero! Zero fucking times! You two used her like that and didn’t even make her come? You should be fucking ashamed of yourselves.”

You started to moan again. “Katsuki- daddy- please, you feel so good. I’m sorry you- haven’t even cum yet.”

“Mhm, don’t worry baby,” he said softly. “It’s gonna be soon, now.”

He paused for a moment. “Hey! Deku! Half-and-Half Bastard! Look at her! You see how she’s a whimpering mess for me? This-” he pinched your clit, making you cry out his name. “-is what you bastards can’t do. This-” he thrust into you particularly hard. “-is why I’m allowed to call her a slut and a whore, understand? I’m not some half-assed bitch who can’t even make a girl cum and only lasts a few minutes. This is what she wants, and I’m able to give it to her. She gets what he wants, and I get to tell her how much of a whore she is for wanting it. I thought you would be able to give her that, too! You’re supposed to be strong and tough and shit, and then you pull this?”

You were a moaning mess, barely even able to move. You felt a fourth orgasm clutch at your clit again. Even the pleasure was painful, in a way, and you felt your legs trembling. 

“Katsu,” you whimpered. 

“I know, baby, I’m so close.” He turned his attention to the men. “I thought I told you to fucking apologize!”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” both Deku and Todoroki said hurriedly. 

“You two wanna watch a real man cum?”

They both stayed silent, and Katsuki took their lack of response as a yes. 

He picked up the pace again, stroking your hair and face with one hand and gripping onto your hips with the other. “You take me so well, baby. You’re such a good girl. Do you want daddy to cum?”

“Yes please,” you murmured, unable to speak any louder. 

“I’m so close, baby, just hold on a little longer, okay? You’ve been so good today.”

“O-okay,” you said. 

Katsuki continued to moan and grunt from behind you, occasionally pausing to plant a kiss on your lower back. 

“Fuck- fuck, I’m so close,” he moaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Ah- fuck- baby, finish me in your mouth.”

You quickly turned around and began to suck on Katsu’s cock, bobbing your head up and down and he guided you. 

“Ah yeah, that’s it. Just a little faster, baby.”

You obliged and pushed away the suffocating feeling you were getting from having him so deep in your mouth. He was close, you reminded yourself. 

“Fuck yes, fuck!” Katsuki yelled as thick lines of his cum erupted from his dick. “Fuck yeah, swallow daddy’s load.” 

You swallowed and eagerly opened your mouth to show him it was gone. 

“Tastes that good, huh?” he laughed, stroking your hair. “You’re so pretty when I fuck you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you said, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment again.

Todoroki cleared his throat from the other end of the room. You saw fury flash through Katsu’s eyes again as he pulled on his boxers and tossed you his shirt to cover up with. 

“You bastards don’t know how to treat a girl, do you? You think I’m going to neglect my girlfriend after all of that to talk to you idiots? You can see yourselves out if you’re uncomfortable, unless you need daddy to do it for you?” he mocked, glowering at them.   

Todoroki’s face went bright red. “I-I- uh-”

“Get the fuck out of my room.” 

Deku and Todoroki stepped gingerly into the hallway, casting a scared glance back at Katsu before walking away to their respective rooms. 

Kastuski kneeled down next to you and began to stroke your hair again. “I’m sorry I yelled like that,” he said quietly. “I really am, I just- those assholes-”

“It’s okay, babe,” you said, wrapping him in your arms. He kissed the top of your head softly. “Katsuki?”

“What is it, darling?”

“That was fun, but… I’m glad they’re gone.”

Katsu laughed and kissed you again, this time sloppily on the lips. “I agree, baby.”